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_HerOutspokenMind
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.
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
EVERYTHING IS POETRY
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
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
You
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
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Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
I found my soulmate but he didn't
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?
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 7:01 AM UTC
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*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.*
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
Captured
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.
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
My Girlfriend Turned into a Spider
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.
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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
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC
Untitled
*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*
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 10:46 PM UTC
oh poet! be ever gentle to thy words...
*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*
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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
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
my sort of Love