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| JOY NWAMAKA CHIME - WINNER POEM OF THE MONTH |
I'M
NOT A LOVE POET – Poem
of the month
Nkem,
If you ask me, I'll tell you I'm
not a love poet.
But if I was, I would say that
love is a beautiful thing,
a powerful thing.
I know, you know that
already.
I would also tell you without a
doubt,
that every heart break,
every disappointing, dead end
relationship,
every 'no' we both ever received
or gave was leading us to this,
to each other,
to now,
to forever.
Has led us to a love that is
better than wine.
Ifeoma'm,
I don't think you are a love
poet, either.
Because if you were,
you would probably have told
everyone of how, one time, after you met me,
you were given a form to
fill,
and where they asked you to
write down your permanent home address,
you wrote my name down without
thinking.
Of course, they read it and
asked you to put down a 'real' residential address.
Of course, you changed it.
Now I don't know if that is true
or not,
but if it was, I'm sure you
would tell them they don't know.
They don't know,
they can hardly understand that
your lover,
brown like cocoa butter,
with brown eyes that say 'I love
you' and 'I miss you when you are not here',
brown eyes that become round
pools of light when she's talking about the people and things she loves, your
woman who is spoken word out of the mouth of God,
whose inner rhythm matches the
beat of your heart, they don't know that she is your home,
her arms are your sanctuary and
her heart is your safe place.
They don't know that a full
party in the ballroom of the finest hotel would be empty without her,
and that when you enter a room,
the first thing you search for is... her smile.
They don't know, habibi, and you
can't find the words to tell them.
See, this life eh, this life is
short and can be difficult,
but it will also immerse you
over and again in oceans of joy so bright,
your heart might burst.
And, along with those baptisms
of brightly coloured joy,
if or when you find a love that
is true and wants you,
wants to be with you,
wants to do life with you,
you are one lucky human
indeed.
And I will tell my children this
tale,
of how I found you,
or you found me,
even though neither of us was
lost.
I will tell them that if God had
given me the clay,
plus all the other ingredients
He used in making man,
and permitted me to create the
man of my dreams,
I would have fumbled.
Badly.
How can I explain that every
time I see your smile,
it feels like the first time and
I am always looking for ways to keep it permanently on your face?
How do I explain, eh,
that I don't know when you
started writing your name on my heart,
but I know when you finished
because that was when I realised that I didn't want to live one more day
without you?
I will smile unconsciously as I
continue the tale,
because this man whom I look at
as if the sun rises and sets on him,
this man with whom I will teach
my children the way of God,
this man who encourages me to
chase my dreams and catch them,
This man,
He is my immeasurable blessing,
My priceless treasure,
My sweet delicacy,
My fine bobo,
He is better than everything I
ever dreamed of,
Better than anything I could
have created on my own.
See, this life eh,
This life is short and can be
difficult,
But it can also immerse you over
and again in oceans of joy so bright,
Your heart might burst.
And along with those baptisms of
brightly coloured joy,
If or when you find a love that
is true and wants you,
Wants to be with you,
Wants to do life with you,
Well, I hope you never, ever,
let it go.
Joy Chime
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POETRY
FOR TODAY
Kola stood at the edge of the
bridge,
Watching the waters slowly join the ocean under,
His whole life flustered around him.
He had just come from visiting his daughter,
Who seemed to have taken with her nanny.
She was faring well,
She was in good hands,
She would fare well.
Watching the waters slowly join the ocean under,
His whole life flustered around him.
He had just come from visiting his daughter,
Who seemed to have taken with her nanny.
She was faring well,
She was in good hands,
She would fare well.
He had asked Bimpe to marry him,
She'd turned him down,
And told him to go see a doctor that he was sick.
(He had danced strangely one night during their night walks)
But he didn't feel sick,
He had never felt this better in a long while.
Everything seemed to be in place now,
Business was good,
Life was good,
He was good.
She'd turned him down,
And told him to go see a doctor that he was sick.
(He had danced strangely one night during their night walks)
But he didn't feel sick,
He had never felt this better in a long while.
Everything seemed to be in place now,
Business was good,
Life was good,
He was good.
His wife had only died the
previous year,
Had left him with a daughter.
He had mourned her in his own way,
Had his fill and decided to move on.
But Bimpe wouldn't move on with him.
He looked again at the water,
Following the hue as it turned blue from crystal white,
Counting 1-2-3,
He jumped!
Had left him with a daughter.
He had mourned her in his own way,
Had his fill and decided to move on.
But Bimpe wouldn't move on with him.
He looked again at the water,
Following the hue as it turned blue from crystal white,
Counting 1-2-3,
He jumped!
He jumped,
Into the stolen boat,
Sailing away to Ibadan,
Where Folake was waiting for him,
Her golden smile quelling every vista of doubt in his mind.
Into the stolen boat,
Sailing away to Ibadan,
Where Folake was waiting for him,
Her golden smile quelling every vista of doubt in his mind.
Pricilla Ahaiwe
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HER
FATTENED VOICE RETURNS
Your deformed voice leaped
This thing that tried to steal
your voice
Darkness that tried to dilute
your song into noise
Your gloom cannot restrain her
laughter
Though your cackle, sinister
like the hyena almost deafened you
But the rays of Jehovah’s grace
sentry’d you
He made you stand and made you
strong
Today I sing a robust song
A hymn of grace
overwhelming
When Hope, Faith and Courage won
For HE who holds your hand is
strong
I see your shadows dwindling
His light tamed your mediocre
taunts
And boomed your fattened
voice
Beyond the embrace of your puny
silences
The voice of life and laughter
Bruised but brave and
beautiful....
Your voice is heard from the
mountains
Rocks vibrates because of the
echo that comes with
This is a new song we are
listening to
It's new and its lyrics are
touching
Oh daughter,
Mother shouts,
Your voice sounds like
Thousands of gathered
harpsichord
This music calm nerves and
relaxes the body
Truly He gives you a gift that
stands out
Jehovah is placing you high
Sing to us
We want to listen
You survived the resilience, yet
protege
Though the world echo's their
noises
Your fattened voice returns.....
Elijah
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ENIGMA
In despairing guts of desperate souls
Echoes moans of thunderous consequence;
That parched hearts split ears to reason
And bled souls asunders to unveil treason.
Foaming from the thought marrow of rootage conscience
Seeps nature's force in search of existential meaning;
Commoving awares of haptic sensations fired by cosmic designs,
That we are made alive in the warmth evinced in the harmony of desires.
Rising from the troughs of oceans of passionate dilemmas
Unveils sensual attractions to the want of soulful content;
Conjuring stiff believes in the fervent flames of a promissory buss,
That we are defined by strings melding coarse beings into nonpareil entity.
Sinking to the deeps of abyssimal impuissance of captive enthralment
Arouses exculpatory profanity to the desires of carnal yearning;
Confessing the hearing to dance intune to a fool's forged tongue,
That we are intoxicated by the flames in another eye's that makes one whole.
Sailing through the seas of ephiphanic gratifiations of sweet surrenders
Tempers raging floodtides to the surge of passionate revel;
Enchanting the soul's gaze to the sway of hearts' burning flame,
That we are atoned by the divine kisses of fate's bliss instilled within.
Soaring through the clouds of fantasical pleasance to paradisaic serenity
Soothing primal impulse to the sensual dousing of hominine core essence;
Deafening the rhythm of reasoning by the woken streams of lifeforce,
That we are fettered by the enthrals of the culmination of nature's melodies.
It is but infallible though made tenuous by mind.
It is but perpetual though made ephemeral by conscience.
It is but sacred though made mundane by realism.
It is but an enigma, though it is called love.
Segun Peters.
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MOTHER' SHOULDER
"The play comes every three decade
After the last, and all the big masquerades
Dance in their new wears.”
“The royal masquerade dances last". Grandma said.
"The play has been fixed for the day
After the coming Eke market.
Everyone is expected to go and mark their sitting
Or standing spot at the village square where the play will take place."
The town crier announced, a day before visiting grandma.
I hurried home and ask Nnma
“When are we going to mark our spot and with what?”
She smile and said "go and clear the rubbles on grandma’s mortar"
Grandma's mortar is that big mortar at;
the back of the fallen hut,
through the rarely used walk path,
behind the sparsely occupied big compound.
Since I came to be,
I have not heard nor seen any use for the mortar
Nor can I make any connection of it with the play.
To be sure, I ask Nnma, again and again.
And she replied, again and again, "go and clear the rubbles on grandma's mortar"
Eke market came and
Everyone chit-chat about their marked spots and symbols.
I glance at Nnma and she return a stone look
With a knowing wink "go and clear the rubbles on grandma's mortar".
I left Nnma' stall stomping my foot to grandma's.
Grandma noticed my surly disposition as I approach
her stall and started name praising me.
"I have come to ask you to...
to... prevail... to... to..." I stuttered,
as I notice an unusual, familiar glow on grandma's face
with an accompanying smile I know too well.
For the first time, since I came to be,
Their resemblance finally dawn on me.
I hurried home and made for the big compound.
By then, the big, sparsely occupied compound was empty.
Everyone had gone to mark their spot
The rarely use path, I definitely cannot walk alone.
Not when the sun has bid the day
I bucked, as I walk through, my heart beat echoes
through the cracks of the rough walls of the big compound
I took a measured step, one at a time and again.
I took another measured step, one at a time and again.
As I was about to take the last step, I hear a whistling sound
From the other side of the wall and took to my heels
Dashing through path longer than I had taken
Dashing every hope of seeing the play.
I got home panting and made straight for the edge of my mat
Avoiding, the damp spot
Inhaling, stench from the flood, a night before.
Hoping, to rise, a day or two after the play
Only to rise to the drum beats of the play’s adulators
With children, my age, happily cheering on in their rare occasion wears
Through the path to the village square
While Nnma was still sweeping, I pick up the small
Rarely used broom, at the fireplace
“Even if I would not see the play, let it not be said that I fail to heed Grandma and Nnma’s words”
I muttered to myself as I head for grandma’s mortar
At the back of the fallen hut,
Through the rarely used walk path
Behind the sparsely occupied, big compound.
I walk through the big compound, more determined
Than I was, the night before
I took more steps through the rarely used walk path
Than I did, the night before
I heard more than a whistling sound but footsteps from the other side of the wall
Than I did, the night before
Yet, I was not perturbed but curious
First, I have to “clear the rubbles on grandma’s mortar”
Before exploring my curiosity.
I wiped the broom on the top
Of the turned over side of the mortar
I weeded, bare handed, grasses around
And on the path of the mortar
Just then, a thought occurred, I could climb grandma’s mortar
To make out the noise at the other side of the wall
But I wouldn’t make it half an inch beyond the mortar
Just then, I heard footsteps approach behind me
It was Nnma in her rare occasion attires
Handling me my rare occasion attire
Curiously, I asked “but we don’t have a sitting or standing spot, at the play, do we?”
She gave me a look that say “put on your clothes”
Excitedly, I put my head through the clothes, blind
As I struggle to pass my hands through the sleeves
Suddenly, I felt myself on Nnma’ shoulder
Suddenly, I sensed Nnma climb grandma’s mortar
Fearfully, I pull the clothes down my face only to behold
Myself towering above everyone at the village square
Beholding the play! It was a beautiful sight!
Nnma didn't catch a glimpse of the play,
But was satisfied I did.
Like everything before the play,
she has an idea what it was about and she was right.
Love is to see the play
On mother's shoulder
Just as she did on grandma’ shoulder.
-Amami H.
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"The play comes every three decade
After the last, and all the big masquerades
Dance in their new wears.”
“The royal masquerade dances last". Grandma said.
"The play has been fixed for the day
After the coming Eke market.
Everyone is expected to go and mark their sitting
Or standing spot at the village square where the play will take place."
The town crier announced, a day before visiting grandma.
I hurried home and ask Nnma
“When are we going to mark our spot and with what?”
She smile and said "go and clear the rubbles on grandma’s mortar"
Grandma's mortar is that big mortar at;
the back of the fallen hut,
through the rarely used walk path,
behind the sparsely occupied big compound.
Since I came to be,
I have not heard nor seen any use for the mortar
Nor can I make any connection of it with the play.
To be sure, I ask Nnma, again and again.
And she replied, again and again, "go and clear the rubbles on grandma's mortar"
Eke market came and
Everyone chit-chat about their marked spots and symbols.
I glance at Nnma and she return a stone look
With a knowing wink "go and clear the rubbles on grandma's mortar".
I left Nnma' stall stomping my foot to grandma's.
Grandma noticed my surly disposition as I approach
her stall and started name praising me.
"I have come to ask you to...
to... prevail... to... to..." I stuttered,
as I notice an unusual, familiar glow on grandma's face
with an accompanying smile I know too well.
For the first time, since I came to be,
Their resemblance finally dawn on me.
I hurried home and made for the big compound.
By then, the big, sparsely occupied compound was empty.
Everyone had gone to mark their spot
The rarely use path, I definitely cannot walk alone.
Not when the sun has bid the day
I bucked, as I walk through, my heart beat echoes
through the cracks of the rough walls of the big compound
I took a measured step, one at a time and again.
I took another measured step, one at a time and again.
As I was about to take the last step, I hear a whistling sound
From the other side of the wall and took to my heels
Dashing through path longer than I had taken
Dashing every hope of seeing the play.
I got home panting and made straight for the edge of my mat
Avoiding, the damp spot
Inhaling, stench from the flood, a night before.
Hoping, to rise, a day or two after the play
Only to rise to the drum beats of the play’s adulators
With children, my age, happily cheering on in their rare occasion wears
Through the path to the village square
While Nnma was still sweeping, I pick up the small
Rarely used broom, at the fireplace
“Even if I would not see the play, let it not be said that I fail to heed Grandma and Nnma’s words”
I muttered to myself as I head for grandma’s mortar
At the back of the fallen hut,
Through the rarely used walk path
Behind the sparsely occupied, big compound.
I walk through the big compound, more determined
Than I was, the night before
I took more steps through the rarely used walk path
Than I did, the night before
I heard more than a whistling sound but footsteps from the other side of the wall
Than I did, the night before
Yet, I was not perturbed but curious
First, I have to “clear the rubbles on grandma’s mortar”
Before exploring my curiosity.
I wiped the broom on the top
Of the turned over side of the mortar
I weeded, bare handed, grasses around
And on the path of the mortar
Just then, a thought occurred, I could climb grandma’s mortar
To make out the noise at the other side of the wall
But I wouldn’t make it half an inch beyond the mortar
Just then, I heard footsteps approach behind me
It was Nnma in her rare occasion attires
Handling me my rare occasion attire
Curiously, I asked “but we don’t have a sitting or standing spot, at the play, do we?”
She gave me a look that say “put on your clothes”
Excitedly, I put my head through the clothes, blind
As I struggle to pass my hands through the sleeves
Suddenly, I felt myself on Nnma’ shoulder
Suddenly, I sensed Nnma climb grandma’s mortar
Fearfully, I pull the clothes down my face only to behold
Myself towering above everyone at the village square
Beholding the play! It was a beautiful sight!
Nnma didn't catch a glimpse of the play,
But was satisfied I did.
Like everything before the play,
she has an idea what it was about and she was right.
Love is to see the play
On mother's shoulder
Just as she did on grandma’ shoulder.
-Amami H.
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PEEPING AND WAITING
Harvesting
and planting
So
many bad seeds
It’s
unbearable
Is
this worth all the effort?
The
returns of some good seeds kept hope alive
Cracks
from layers of dark coverings
Allowing
love accompanied by joy and compassion to peep in
Patiently
they waited
Vices
oh vices!
They
won’t give up
Massaging
his ego
Making
wrong feel right and deserved
Threatening
to fill the cracks
Within
the highest heights
And
bottomless bottom
Are
his highs and lows
The
day may come
When
he will open his door
And
the patiently waiting sun will flood his whole universe
A
delight he never knew existed
The
peeping ice in the calm Cold Ocean of life
Peeping
and waiting
Ifeanyi
Okwosha
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QUAINT PURSUIT
In the
conundrum of precipitated
byes
Emerges the resolute will of
silence
Forged by the sureness of affirmed hearts
And tethered in hope's ubiquitous impressions.
Even as day may lose trail of light,
Yet, its champion weaves the skies for dawn's dominion.
Even as night may lose cover of shame,
Yet, its heart endures and scuppers to dusk beckon.
The soul searches its grail in the eyes of her desired
Lingering over life's abyss for memories that it may adore.
And the heart finds its temple on the lips of her crowned
Following eclipsed footprints of the stars to his dripping troves of affection.
It is beautiful, yet it bulges from afflicted desires
And saunters from the recluse of tempting solace.
It is epiphany, yet it echoes from stark silence
And palpitates the soils of bemused hopes.
It is the holy grail, the salvation drunk from the chalice of passions
And the repentance to the sweet surrender of her homely enchant
It is ubiquitous, yet lives with an eerie feeling of deja vu.
Forged by the sureness of affirmed hearts
And tethered in hope's ubiquitous impressions.
Even as day may lose trail of light,
Yet, its champion weaves the skies for dawn's dominion.
Even as night may lose cover of shame,
Yet, its heart endures and scuppers to dusk beckon.
The soul searches its grail in the eyes of her desired
Lingering over life's abyss for memories that it may adore.
And the heart finds its temple on the lips of her crowned
Following eclipsed footprints of the stars to his dripping troves of affection.
It is beautiful, yet it bulges from afflicted desires
And saunters from the recluse of tempting solace.
It is epiphany, yet it echoes from stark silence
And palpitates the soils of bemused hopes.
It is the holy grail, the salvation drunk from the chalice of passions
And the repentance to the sweet surrender of her homely enchant
It is ubiquitous, yet lives with an eerie feeling of deja vu.
Emmanuel
Junior
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STUPID LOVE
Home is where I left
To journey this far
This fare, I hope gets fair
This great quest before my soul
I do not want my place with our ancestors
So I had to dine with the shadows of earth
I have battled the angels of the heavens to get this prize
All for the sake to fill in this hole in my soul...
I want to let go of this cage of loneliness
It been over a decade now that I became a prisoner
I have become loveless
Which has made me less of a man
This hole is deep enough to swallow my very heart
Maybe I'll be better off knowing no love
But this hole in my heart still to be filled up
So many miles still to go
I'm already fearful of the spirit that always fights off love away
A second thought crossed my mind
What if this love I hoped for was already caught by another heart
? ?
What if the reward of winning love is hate? ?
Maybe I needed to go back home
Because I just realized that love is a mystery
Because love is deep and stupid...
©Sammie_Jeffrey
Home is where I left
To journey this far
This fare, I hope gets fair
This great quest before my soul
I do not want my place with our ancestors
So I had to dine with the shadows of earth
I have battled the angels of the heavens to get this prize
All for the sake to fill in this hole in my soul...
I want to let go of this cage of loneliness
It been over a decade now that I became a prisoner
I have become loveless
Which has made me less of a man
This hole is deep enough to swallow my very heart
Maybe I'll be better off knowing no love
But this hole in my heart still to be filled up
So many miles still to go
I'm already fearful of the spirit that always fights off love away
A second thought crossed my mind
What if this love I hoped for was already caught by another heart
? ?
What if the reward of winning love is hate? ?
Maybe I needed to go back home
Because I just realized that love is a mystery
Because love is deep and stupid...
©Sammie_Jeffrey
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LOVE IS'
Love is understandably kind,
hanging on Isaiah's words,
even when death comes shooting.
Love butters the mind,
on the wagon, under influence ; one sees no bit of swords.
Love resides in The Everlasting.
hanging on Isaiah's words,
even when death comes shooting.
Love butters the mind,
on the wagon, under influence ; one sees no bit of swords.
Love resides in The Everlasting.
I have stumbled in dens of movers and shakers.
Autiotopia and dystopia made crackers.
I am here to say love is Lord,
trust heaven, love is Lord.
Autiotopia and dystopia made crackers.
I am here to say love is Lord,
trust heaven, love is Lord.
Love is that hill we find ,
turf plain as green wards.
Feeding us the reality of breathing.
Love is seem in its ground,
wandering and wandering. Yet redeeming us in simple wards.
Love is farther than breathing.
turf plain as green wards.
Feeding us the reality of breathing.
Love is seem in its ground,
wandering and wandering. Yet redeeming us in simple wards.
Love is farther than breathing.
I have stumbled in dens of movers and shakers.
Autiutopia and dystopia made crackers.
I am here to say love is Lord,
trust heaven, love is Lord.
Autiutopia and dystopia made crackers.
I am here to say love is Lord,
trust heaven, love is Lord.
Ajakaye Rashidat Olamidayo
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TO MY DARLING-LOVE
A
SONNET
To
my darling,
I
write this epistle for thy beatific staring,
I
am smitten by thy affront on my heart,
Who
became a Judas to my chagrin,
I
bare no contempt my darling,
Roses
are red, but they are fed by thy sumptuous ululations,
Who
arm me with cupid’s arrow,
Unbroken
in my quest for my love’s sparrow,
I
bare only tributaries of Pharisees,
Who
try to deny me joys of Sadducees,
The
aroma of thy grace illuminates,
Let
me die content in thy bounteous thighs,
My
Golgotha is but a laughing memoir,
I
won’t sleep tonight,
For
my Sunflower is a prayer of love
For
an ogre like me.
©Teddy Ugonna Richard
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WHY
ASK WHY?
There's a reason why widows weep
Why estranged lovers can not
sleep
Why all naughty children must
cry
Why... hearts flutter
And tongues stutter
The same reason why we are here
Why there's 365 days in a year
Why you got soaked in the rain
Why tears could be of joy or
pain
Why old women curse
And gunmen shot that nurse
Even why you lost your purse
Same reason why choirs rehearse
The reason why we go to a fair
Are happy February is here
Why parents think their babies
are cute
And slay queens don't give a
hoot
Its why some people pray
And others work all day
It's a very thin line
Sometimes not properly defined
A deep well
With countless stories to tell
A state of mind
That's always been one of its kind
A pleasure
A treasure
Sometimes discovered in a kiss
Or in a hidden wish
It is simply what it is
Erhio
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LOVE
GREEN
Our
flag green and white
Symbol
of unity and strength
Should
strengthen our common goals and aspirations
The
flag, is it visible? Is it seen? Is it in our heart?
Green
and white our pride
Dignifying,
glorifying, dauntless in war
Ours
to uphold honour and protect
The
battle is real
Let
all rise with strength and togetherness to overcome and win
A
journey of a thousand mile starts but in one day
Give
or take we must not perish
Let’s
define who we are
With
common goal in mind we can stand together
Work
and focus together for the good of all
Let
us stop the blame game and battle our demons
Overcome
our weaknesses and differences
Though
tongue and tribe may defer but we are one
Our
dignity and respect we must restore
Love
is what it takes
Love
beyond yourself
Roses
are red
Violets
are blue
Green
is growth
White
is peace
Home
is sweet
Our
flag our hope
Chika Nnamani
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LOVE IS KNOWING FORGIVENESS BY NAME
It is being baptized by Judas
Yet muttering I forgive you
Love is the oil you massage your heart with
When words slap you across the face like a whip against a horses back
A reluctant horse
Love is learning that love is not a feeling
But a choice
A choice made blindly
When passion takes over senses and turns your choice to mush
Hush
You don’t know what love is
Let me show you the ways
Love is a scam
When it is done with you
When you have finally set yourself free from the clutches of fevered embraces and swollen lips
Love will leave
Love will leave you with a scar
Love is just doing...crazy
Love is seeing only the possibilities and setting foot anyway
Forgetting that there is an opposite called
Impossible
In love you make up what you want to see
And feel
For love
you forget your dreams
And push them towards your lover
You raise them up like a sacrifice and say
Will you do life with me ?
As if your lover knows what life is
What love is?
Love takes shape
It takes form
Different forms
You never know what shape it will take
Love is a risky business
I bet you
It’s like gambling
Nothing is certain
Love is sweet promises whispered on borrowed beds
Love is loaded with potential
Love doesn’t tell you when it’s ready to walk out of the door
One minute love is dozing on the couch in your favorite pajamas and the next
An aching silence
Love sucks
It takes away your breath with its intensity
Then breaks you with its betrayal
Love is lost between cold sheets
Love is the walking dead
Zombie movements around the house
Routine
Rote
Meaning nothing
Doing something so that nothing is noticed
Yet knowing that something has given way and there is a stranger in the room
Love is lusting after another woman
Craving strange whispers and naked hugs
In the silent urgency of two bodies
Love says you did nothing
You know this
Love doesn’t tell you what love did
Love lies
Love cries
Love demands freedom
Love forgets that the only thing holding love back is a ring
A plain gold band
Long tossed away
Love has ridden off into the future
Love is done
Love is finished
It is finished
Love
Dies
Love is dead
And so is this poem which started to tell you what love is but ends up saying that
What love is
Is love isn’t
Anymore.
Kemibon
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LOVE IS
Love
is like life is
Like
eyes is to the soul,
Is
to the spirit, is to life
Like
ice is to fire
Love
is like a sinner who cannot be saved
Damned
for all eternity, that is
Love
is not love when it’s not returned
Love
loathe fears
Fears
scorn
Scorns
self
Lives
like life
Short,
long, happy, sad and or full of regret
Like
life is
Selfless
like Christ is
Beyond
description that is
Love
is blind they say so
Sees
no evil they say
Love
is like the lilies are
Smells
nice like the lilies do
Easily
bruised like the lilies
Sometimes
die like the lilies do, that is
Love
lives in light
Shines
in darkness
Dies
unreturned
Easily
forgives like Christ, that is
Chisom
