There is poetry
in nature.
The way you
breath is poetry.
Meandering of the
river is poetry.
There's poetry
in rainfall.
The songs of
the wind is poetry.
The harsh anger
of the cyclone
is poetry.
There's poetry in
a child's laughter.
The piecing eyes
and the toothless
grin of a
child and the
elderly is poetry.
Poetry is written
everywhere,
even in glistering
star in the
galaxy.
Beauty is poetry,
and the ugliness
of discarded things
are poetry too.
There's poetry
hidden everywhere
you look.
The art of
cooking is poetry.
The heart expresses
itself in poetry.
Love is poetry.
Life itself is
poetry written in
the sand of time.
There's poetry
everywhere and in
everything,
if only you
can look.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
You are the magic
I never knew
I wanted
but always needed
You are the star
that shines
brightest
in the dark
You are the happiness
I’ve grown to
treasure more
every single day
You are my today, tomorrow and forever
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
I've known him forever
From that first day he waved through his window
To now when I can tell what he wants to say with a glance at his eyes
He's the reflection I see when I look in my mirror
Our minds always in sync
Even when we're miles apart
We have conversations with one look
I understand the littlest of his moves
From the slight raise of his brows when he's tensed
To the flex in his toes when he's mad
I have every bit of him memorized like my old favorite song
Fighting him was like getting stuck in a maze with no way back except the one leading to him
I know all the nooks and crannies of his heart
What makes it pound and what makes it squeeze
And I sure felt it do both that day
And I knew it wasn't for me
And realisation punched me in the stomach
I loved him!
Always have, always will
But that heart beats for another
I hate myself whenever you hug me beside you
Squeezing my hands and telling her you love her
The face I could paint even in my sleep became one I dreaded like the plague
Because that wave was no longer mine
That smirk no longer for me
I realized then why they say a boy and girl can't be friends
What Friend zoning meant
Because then I understood that
I found my soulmate, but he didn't.
©_HerOutspokenMind
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
They said pain is temporary
But I can feel my bones
disintegrating at a rapid pace
the more I think about your goodbyes
you keep sending me.
I can feel my blood
entering the veins to my brain
like a bullet train
the moment you wanted me
out of your life.
I can feel my breathe
reaching an unsteady,
erratic tempo as my pulse flutters
in my heart
the moment you said
you love someone else.
It has been 6 months exactly
since the the day you turned around
and never looked back.
But the pain is still here.
It's still destroying the **** out of me.
It's as if I would run out of breath
and collapse any moment.
Tell me.
How do you **** a feeling?
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 7:01 AM UTC
*Let me be captured by the night.
Engrossed in the conversation
between the stars.
Syncopated twinkling like...
thousands of fireflies
trapped within sealed jars.
Let me be enslaved by the moon.
As I drink her glow in
greedy insatiable gulps.
Crestfallen...
Her beam with an agenda...
As the landscape she sculpts.
Let me be ensnared by my solitude.
But I hear crickets...
Chirping and chipping away at my
bastion of dreamstate.
Persistent calls
I try to shun
that never abates.
Let me be trapped in my thoughts.
So I could harness...
And immortalise them in
indelible careless scribbles.
Erecting and...
Rebuilding them from the
rubble of conflicting squabbles.
**Let me be overwhelmed
by the mess of my being...**
Let me wallow
Then emerge strong from this
decrepit state of mind.
Let me breathe heavy from my
punctured lungs.
So I could heal in time before
true solace
in this dark,
I would find.*
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
My girlfriend was so pretty
And normal as could be
But then something horrible happened
And changed her entirely
One day she was sipping coffee
A spider fell into her cup
It was too late when she gagged
And realized she had swallowed the spider up
The next morning when she woke up
And scratched her sleepy head
She discovered that overnight she had grown
Eight spider legs and a giant spider head
She screamed as she crawled out the door
And shrieked when she looked into the mirror
Her spider senses tickled and twitched
And made my poor girlfriend quiver
Her life has never been the same
Being half a spider and half a lady
At first I wasn't sure I could continue dating her
I mean, just imagine starting a family and having a spider baby!
Sometimes I think and wonder
What to do with our lives
Normal is seeing your girlfriend shopping
Not chilling upside down from the ceiling watching Desperate Housewives
Sometimes its quite funny
To see her browsing at a store
Where she’d usually buy a pair of shoes
Now she’d have to buy three pairs more
When I couldn’t take her shopping
And tried to run off with the guys
She spun her spiderweb and caught me
And took me by surprise
I’m so sick of her spider antics
I really wish we were done
At first she was a lot of nice things
But now my spider girlfriend is no longer fun
I took her out to dinner
And the only thing she ate
Was a plate of fried houseflies
And a glass of lemonade
When I tried to hug her
Her eight legs wrapped me tight
They gave me such a shock
Eight legs were such a hideous sight!
I couldn't take it anymore
I broke it off with her and made her understand
But now I really regret my thoughtless decision
Because now my girlfriend is dating Spiderman.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
A dog in a manger
This world we live in
Where two legged homosapiens lean
With stones in their hands
Hidden behind their backs
I come with my hands full,
Roaming around with a fate of glass
And I can't help but wonder,
Oh, what would happen to my fragile treasure
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC
*be ever gentle to thy words
treat them, your tools, well,
cleansing and protecting,
wrapping them in cloths of chamois and moleskin
that they may be well conditioned and
pour forth with a temperament clear and viscous,
reflecting their high honors and a noble lineage,
they are well-intentioned to exist far longer
than your meager temporal life,
upon this ever hasty, ever perpetual, orbit
give them all respect, their fair due,
they are treasure immeasurable,
for which you have been granted guardianship,
custody received from others to be gifted onwards,
yours, but for the duration
so oft we trifle words,
expel them from the country of our body,
without passport and earnestness,
as if they were the cheapest of footnote filler,
day tourists, to be treated as leavings,
refuse for daily discardation,
barely noting their fast comings and faster disappearance,
but leaving not, a mark of distinction
more truffle than trifle,
find them in the dark forest of your life,
use them sparingly, just for soaring,
take them from the roots of your trees,
shave them with a paring knife,
counts them in bites and measure them in grams,
even in grains,
for words are the seasoning of our lives,
agent provacateurs that can modify the moment,
bringing out to the fore
the flavor of the underlying
speak them slow and distinct,
for they arrive slow to you,
a trickling of refugees for your sheltering,
harbor them as full companions,
protected by natural law,
provision them well,
prepared and ever ready for a quick departure,
moor them at the embarcadero,
for the next restless leg of endlessness,
which they themselves will inform you
will last longer than eternity,
long after there are no humans to speak them*
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 10:46 PM UTC
people say you die twice.
once, when you stop breathing
twice, when someone says your name
for the last time.
I fall in love with a poet,
and she never stop carving
each letters of my name
Ink seeps from veins and arteries
she pours the warmth of my blood
drawing a line between real and fake
shamelessly, to remember
her name is encapsulated
in eternity, through her words
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC