You play with me with
your words and my heart
raced in joy.
Your sweet melodious
song caress my heart
and makes me dream.
I am so thrilled when you
touch me,
as if with magic fingers.
I want more and more of you
as I never want it to stop.
Your whispers in my ears
are so out of this world,
I am carried away by the
sweet little noises you make
as we entangle  and
explore each other on the porch.
A little kiss,
a little hug and
a little soft whispers in my ear
makes me want to smile
and cry and laugh and never
want to let you go.
This is heaven to me.
A love so pure,
so beautiful and divine,
filled with unimaginable tenderness.
Such love will keep and hallow me.
Forever your ***** is my home.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

I know your heart,
believe me,
I know.
I know the elation
and the joy inside
the heart when
everything seems alright.
I also know the joy and
understand the pain of
that feeling of loneliness
that overwhelms you.
I know the anguish
of your heart and I know
that you are hurting.
I know the confusion
that visits the heart
when finances dwindle
by reason of illness.
I know those sleepless
nights alone in the dark cold
nights at the park when you
don't have a place to dwell in.
I know your fear and
I have seen what it can do.
I know the unbearable
heartrending tears that flows
throughout the night when you
think the world has caved in on
you and life is not fair.
I know the hopelessness
of the one who is so helpless.
How you wish you can disappear
and not be noticed even when you
are in the crowd or
with your loved ones.
I know at the moment you wish
for death that will not come
so soon for a reason because,
beloved child of God,
you are highly favored,
Weep not again,
heaven has heard your cry.
Help and comfort,
solace and Providence from the
culmination of your past efforts are
here to bring to you desired good.
Thank goodness gifts and support are rendered.
Arise and shine again.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Anything can
look like a poem
and sound philosophical
simply by moving
the words on
different lines.

Am I doing it right?
Is this
really
talent?
Art?
Effort?

I think I am trying.
Really, I am
I go back and change the order
and I break lines
where it sounds right
But it does not take me long.
Not at all.

I try to be
intentional
and call it natural rhythm.
Instinct and style taking over
I alternate between
agonizing every detail
like When to Capitalize
and publishing free form poems without looking over them twice.

How is writing supposed to feel?
Should I labor?
or should it flow?
Or do I get to decide?

I think the things I talk of
mean something
at least.

But am I just
pretentious?

fooling myself into thinking that
using common poetry formats
somehow makes my work worthwhile?

I wish you knew how beautiful you are, you think you are not just because you have scars.

I will sit with you and do everything to make you smile, because of you I have not known pain in the longest while.

I compliment you everyday, I know you will always shy away from the words I say because you have been hurt before, but I can promise I am different not like those who broke you like a glass mirror, leaving shattered pieces on the ground.

I will always be here to help you no matter what you say or do cause all I want is to see you smile and hear you laugh too, cause the sound of your laugh feels me with a happiness that nothing else can.

I cannot wait to see what the future holds knowing that you will be by my side, just waking up to see you every morning and holding you every night is something I love to do, don't worry about scars and those who have hurt you, I will always make sure to make you smile even if it isn't for long, you can make it through anything because I believe in you.

"One day you'll find someone like you."

"I hope not."

forget normal
normal is so plain
so ordinary
try creative
unique
beautiful
do what is it that makes you
yourself

Sometimes this space between us feels infinite
The cold nights of not having your warmth are liken to the cruellest torture
Sometimes I feel so cold so desolate so useless
I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you on the night you were all alone
I'm sorry that my soul took so long to find its home
To your love
To find us
I love everything about you
I accept everything about you
The good, the bad, the sin, the innocence ,
It's like you were the piece of the puzzle I never knew I was missing
The problem was love
I never knew what it truly felt like until I met you
I never knew what it meant to care about someone until you came into existence
I'm scared that this is all a dream
That one day you will up and leave

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