Prolific Poet✍️🔥 | Skillful Copywriter | Storyteller | Novelist. Psalms 45:1- My tongue is the pen of a skillful writer. Isaiah 60.

Lagos, Nigeria
Just imagine. Imagination are more colloquial than Words ✊💪 #poetry #solomonolaoluwa
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One day.... life's luxury would pay me a visit. #poetry #hopesofthefuture #solomonolaoluwa
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#womencries The weight of "Her Story" was too much for Her mind.
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#Nigeriawillrise #Foreverweareone 🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬✨✨✨✨✨
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That night My bed could not sleep. I closed its eyes, Sang a lullaby, Drummed some pats on its back, But no.. Its eyes were still heavy. Hmmm... How can sleep be a nemesis? Especially to its mother.
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#convergence #saveourchildren Solomonwisepoet ✊🔥
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-Solomonwisepoet- ✍️
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Forever We Are One We all dwell in a world Where void wears the crown And chaos is the only song we sing. We forgot the sweet melodies of our world That are now splintered like dry bones in the sun. We are birds with bleeding wings Trapped in the cage of war.
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It is like a man that feeds on silence Not knowing he eats wisdom. A quiet sea That quenches the thirst of warriors. O hail poetry! For a savior is amongst us. Poetry's tongue is for all. I speak with a black tongue And hear the sound of foreign drums. We are one
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Truth always heeds To our sweet voices. We are created from the same dust We can find peace just from our voices We should unite our sons And echo the breaths of silence. Let us murder the vanities of this world. We are one forever Forever we are one.
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HOLY IS THE KING OF PEACE His presence installed a smile on my face With my head romancing the exquisite ground As I bow my body to my Father's feet Singing worship with my ordained mouth. He gave me peace A precious gift. Truly, He is the Lord of hosts
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That molds a mighty soldier that goes And conquers stubborn foes, with a bright soul Holy, is the King of all Kings Holy, is the Father of all soundless sons Holy, is my Daddy that sleeps when He wakes Holy, is the King of Peace.
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STILLNESS OF PEACE Peace is still. A gentle sea That breathes out a cold air And takes in silence. It has no mouth to speak Like a blind eel Struggling to swim. Nothing is as silent as peace. The sea is meek So clear it's unseen, Its feeble wings And a strong guard on its fin
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SolomonWrites | Poetry retweeted
NOSTALGIA: A SPECIAL BREED It is indeed a special breed Nostalgia arrive like an abandoned seed Sprouting from somewhere deep in the heart And bear sweet fruits as treats From its gentle, blessed tree, so high. Nostalgia's fruits are sweet and juicy
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SolomonWrites | Poetry retweeted
A tree, my new piece. I'd love all feedback for improvement. I would have typed it, but apparently there are word limits.
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