http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tomilade The original writings of author Tomi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004899 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Let us have todayand leave tomorrow be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1676647/ Flesh versus fleshThe tale of OduduwaA poets JargonDaenerys’ dragonsGame of stonesBlood and bonesAn author’s writingsAn alien sightingUnsullied youthToddlers uncouthLucifer’s hornsRaina’s thornsThe sounds of silencePaul the apostleSimon the tannerThe feeding from mannaThe ear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1530216/ A tribute to sweet memories, love, remembrance..A tribute to one of the best poems ever written... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1195742/ Rip Dipo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1155160/ "Crammed onfidence" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1152913/ As I scribblethese wordsFinding nomeaningHoping that mybroken heartWould somehowfind healing Although wenever wereWe could havebeen something.When trying notto careMy pen shows myheart’s bleeding.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1147186/  Earthly warsand deadly quakesLion’s roar anddeadly snakesEmpty seas andempty lakesIt’s no wonderthe baby wakes Jingle bellsand twinkle starsSoda, cream andchocolate barsMother’s milkand a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1142172/ The sins of their fathersare all to blameThey kill innocents, sethouses to flamesThey blame the father thatnever fatheredTheir consolation forthose they’ve murdered They tell you stories ofchild abuse“I&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1133641/ Love is endless http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1125498/ I remember running From a dead manRunningFrom the guilt of rejoicingRejoicing that he diedThe riot sent us home from schoolWe ran through the bushes6 years old I was, six!Dear Mr Abacha, If you had a soulI hardly believe she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1122833/ There’sa book of sad stories where my heart used to beMusic, art, love, hate and who we used to beThere’s a space in history where we used to beToo bad, you forgot the person you used to be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1119378/  Sometimes, she heard them whisperA laugh, a jeer or twoSome bigots nicknamed her “sister”The girl with the Nigerian tattoo They said she had an ugly faceSomething out of a carto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1114342/ He grips her tightlyShe had never crossed beforeA bus passes bye, she had never seenone beforeMovements and noises were unfamiliarA 12 year-old who had never left thehouseKids her age working to feed theirhomesTheir feet sore .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1111398/ Delirium, a sleepless nightDressedin sorrow of the darkest mightCovered in skin and SufferingWrappedin plight’s coffinBoundin moments of quandaryDaniel in the lion’s denLove’s her armour thenLife points to he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1109951/ In the beginning we were like AbelAble to do the right thingsThen our nails were full of fleshFrom scratching the backs of our everyfoeThen, we became CainJealous, stubborn, stormy: HurricaneWe rolled off mountains like theavala.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1107875/ She utters not awordHer hands are chainedTonight, she’lldie by the swordbut none complained By witchcraft theysayShe killed hermotherWhile kids dieevery dayStill, they’llkill another .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1104594/ The onlything that’s a bed of roses is a bed of roses          Not Life! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1103646/   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1100200/                       A break from all the sadness                &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1092535/ They’dpull off their clothes; sex sellsHormones,beauty and sex cellsWhy can’tI drift away from the lusting?And allthe other things I’m lost inWho do Iserve, what do I trust inWhy somuch pain from those I&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1091905/ The mirror reflectsHim, you and IPlaying in the sandA tear falls from your eye Years pass, now we’re in our teensWe meet again; you looking frailI should have asked what happenedYou fall asleep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1085792/ Trust not all words of men;search what’s in their heartsFlattery is an art of ages:Most people are excellent at itLive like there’s a tomorrow;hope keeps you strongLife is not short: it goes byqui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1082248/ She goes to bed in all her make upShe sleeps but Never wakes upThe smell of decayThere's been a murder off isheri roadThere's a gathering of all the neighboursfriends, family and strangersSilence and confusion"she was a woman of the night" they gossipedMen in black uniformsOh! It's just the policeWe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1068453/              Days in the dark waiting for the sun's riseAfter the rain falls then comes the sunriseBut it's hard when your home's in a dumpsiteNobody's willing to help but everyone's contriteShe's 16 so she finds someone to confide inHe offers her money so she's co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1061411/ War, that time has comeA man from every doorClosing time is nearThere’s trouble everywhereShe Hugs and says goodbyeNever seen him cryThey swear they’ll always beIn this life and the nextHe puts on the Green Unifo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1056465/ We Smile,Say Hello,Goodbye,An Elephant in the room: UnaddressedWe DRIFT apart: daily, With a smile on our faces http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1056368/ Starting from the end, lying to a friendFalsehood in a sandwiched truthwalking haphazardly, straight to a bendreaping nothing in my youthA drunken saturday, i'm all blacked outif I lied Again, I can't rememberThere's no truth left, I just ran outIt's so unusual, A hot decemberGoodbye forever, build .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1055524/ In a just world, I’d be a writerSigh! Every day’s a hurdle: the silence is maskNever been an ingrate but It’ll be nice to appreciate moreThe years the cankerworm took seem far too goneI keep my head up and yes I know I&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1030341/ Sigh, life is much better if you stand by meI told my bestie I’m afraid, she said stand by meI said I’d be gone for a while, she said its fine by meShe said be strong, fight for us, fight for me The door bell rings, and a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1013903/ Blood everywhere, blood everywhereHope? peace? please, is there love anywhere?Blood everywhere, blood everywhereThey pray, they ask is there joy anywhereAshes, ashes, dust, ashesdeath everywhere,they bury their deaddust, dust, another one bites the dustMother, daughter, murdered, slaughteredThe depa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1009138/                        All those moments we never had,                   it's sad, the stories we ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/1003700/ Lengthy days and endless nightsEmpty skies and dragonfliesEnding truths and dirty liesIt’s no wonder the baby cries Scary dreams and deadly snaresHappiness flees as sorrow nearsGrowing hatred and flowing tearsIt&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/999968/ Its about the Vast forest that surrounded my Secondary school. P.S Twas a boardin school. Thank you for reading :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/999472/ Everyone’s got a moment: where’smine?Is there an answer, is there asignI wear a frown but say I’m fineWritten in the stars but I’ve got atemperNot a tiny one, yes a temperAgitated by myself and the st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/983128/ Twinkle twinkle little starsThoughts of childhood make me smileI'd like to dance to childhood jazzi haven't done that in a while Little, little: little meI wet my bed it didn't feel weirdthe world has never felt so freeBut now my childhood jazz is dead Innocence has never felt so farDeath .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/982451/ I often felt inferior but barely showed my complex/words can't really describe: it's complex/i blew things out of proportion and took words out of context/i guess i lost my way, yes: that i confess/A wise man said a silent fool is perceived as wise/i found an escape in silent pain and writing/And so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/980879/ INspired by a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tomilade/980132/