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Vincent Solomon
Nacionalidad:
Nigeria
E-mail:
vincentsolomonbrown@gmail.com
Biografia

Vincent Solomon

Consul from Edo State , Nigeria

I am Vincent Solomon. From Edo State, Nigeria. I am a bona-fide poet. I am a Reader a lover of literature. I am a student.

Working as a part-time teacher.

I am 23years old.

I currently reside in Omu Aran, kwara State, Nigeria.

I have written over 200 poems.

I am the Founder of "Home of United inks"

My prefer poems are:

 

*1.* *POOR_CHILD*

 

Poor child, poor child.

I've fetch so much cry,

And knotted the poverty tie.

Now transfixed, and never die.

 

Beatings strengthens me.

Nothing to give nor a will,

Procreator couldn't pay a bill.

Nature broken poverty on a wheel.

 

I've backed the bag of poverty.

The wind blows up flippantly.

But, couldn't yank the liberty.

The cupboard remains empty.

 

The nature has never stop talking,

While poverty couldn't stop boiling.

Why is the frypan stop crying?

My mind is keen for the flying.

 

©Vincent Solomon.

 

*2. INDISCRIBABLE*

 

An VS'S IWEYMI original signature with abab, acac, dede, fgfg, hihi rhyming pattern. Penned by Vincent Solomon.

 

My heart will never sleep in agony,

Like the one who suffer in the sun.

In another dimension, I live in harmony, I stop dwelling in an endless run.

 

Black shirt can become brown

The church bell will stop shining

My heart the desires up not down

Even ran can never stop the sun shining

 

Can mountain ever disturb a river?

I will come out even if they throw me in a pool.

They are not my problem nor my timer

I can never stay long in elementary school.

 

The day is bright for only me,

I have confirmed who the winner is,

The shining time is waiting to see.

When I will enjoy the pleasant bliss.

 

Oh! My saviour have sent a new topic .

Charity will comes back to life again,

And the blissful will mix into ecstatic.

It is now the right time to ever reign.

 

Copyright@vincentsolomon.

 

 *3. WHITE AS CRYSTAL*

 

If my words could become white as crystal, I'd paint the whole world in peace and white. If the truth is told through my mouth, My blood would run through my veins as water runs through the pipe. Oh! Heaven on earth, I'm crying out loud as heavily rain fall. White paint is all I want. The world may put on a white gown as the celestial.

 

Copyright@vincentsolomon.

 

 

 

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