Enoch Cole Poems

  • 1.
    I'm a donation to this planet, earth.
    Yet to get the clue from any mankind since birth,
    Why the world finds the process rigged and rugged conceiving me.
    My spirit in a world of it's own beholds me sitting on top of the world figuratively.
    ...
  • 2.
    [A]
    It's just obvious,
    Grief will visit and good also will greet us.
    I've got an extreme certainty about that,
    ...
  • 3.
    These days my nights have been messy.
    Nowadays my eyes have been spotting things damn dirty.
    Echoes of past nightmares,
    Upsetting my peace day in and out, I need prayers.
    ...
  • 4.
    Uncharted...
    Little drops of liquid now made ocean effortlessly...
    Sekkling down with me and...
    Oh! what am I even talking about?
    ...
  • 5.
    Girl, you're my bliss.
    You stamped presence in my life and depart fleas.
    Damsel, please don't cease.
    Yea, you consistently rain on me joy and ease.
    ...
  • 6.
    Here I soar again,
    On the wings of depression.
    I'm on cloud nine level,
    With the company of the devil.
    ...
  • 7.
    Habitually, I just laze about, sit or nap,
    While i drunk off in meditation about love.
    To be deeply sincere, love's a fabulous curve.
    Yea, I'm still scrambling to be in love,
    ...
  • 8.
    My spirit is lonesome and unappreciated.
    Uncountable happenings can be related.
    The world didn't relate to my efforts, now my pridicaments.
    I'm the one playing my sounds and dancing on my own.
    ...
  • 9.
    I'm strucked oh I'm strucked!.
    Loneliness strikes me like cyclone.
    My situation has land by the milestone.
    The incidental hit disposes a scar, now I bare my cross all alone.
    ...
Total 9 Poems by Enoch Cole

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