Meet the king of rhymes
Who Is the King of Rhymes?
By Raji Ayomide Olaitan
They call me the King of Rhymes, not because I crowned myself,
But because my pen bleeds royalty.
Every verse I write carries weight
Not just metaphors, but memories.
Not just punchlines, but pain.
Not just bars, but battle scars.
I come from where silence is louder than thunder,
Where boys learn to rhyme before they learn to heal.
Where poetry isn’t performance,
It’s survival.
I write like I’m fighting for air,
Like every stanza is a CPR on a dying dream.
My rhymes don’t beg to be heard
They command attention.
They don’t knock on doors —
They break them down.
I didn’t find poetry.
It found me
In the middle of heartbreak,
In the heart of Lagos traffic,
In the stillness of midnight when everyone slept but my mind.
My voice is not just ink and rhythm.
It’s prophecy.
It’s protest.
It’s purpose.
They ask:
“Who is the King of Rhymes?”
I smile.
Because I don’t need a mic to prove it.
Every poem I drop is a throne.
Every line I spit is a crown.
And every listener?
A witness to royalty in motion.
So if you’re looking for the loudest,
Go elsewhere.
But if you're looking for the realest
The one whose rhymes echo in your soul long after the applause fades
You’ve found him.
I am Raji Ayomide Olaitan.
I am the King of Rhymes.
Incredibly cute!!! I would point out something, the use of tenses, conjunction and phrases aren't properly constructed. permit me to say that,your poem didn't create the message imagery and the commoner vocabulary uses, weren't arranged in the preferred sentences.
ReplyDeleteThus, you did a great job of creativity in poem.
Keep it up!!!
It's actually not a poem, it's an article.
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