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 Nov 2019 Emeka Mokeme
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xthusole
 Nov 2019 Emeka Mokeme
cmp
here have of what not
take from that hot
feel til some what
then embrace a lot
where slot set up cot
for vessel pact knot
be quick to dispel
what a lot of rot
now truly entrust
beckon what not
mark- as a result--person
Such an unheralded cascade to repose,
Face aglow, mind so welcoming like the smile of a new mother.
Can the answer ever be nay? the invite brimful of Psychedelic blooms so palpable they smell of eternal summer.
Serenity oh!
Someone had once told that the greatest love of my life will leave a permanent scar on my heart,
That they will leave a fire within me that will never burn out,
And now I want nothing more than for him to come and ignite the fire he started in my soul, so it burns so bright that I feel as if I’m living off the fumes alone,
I want him to turn back and tell me once more, that he loves me.
I sat down to write another poem
Spill out a slew of rhyme
Sat down to write another poem
Jot down a mess of lines
Conjure up a new idea
Knock loose my noggin in finding it
I sat down to write another poem
But nothing comes to mind

I sat down to write another poem
Not too lame, not too deep
Sat down to write another poem
To entertain both you and me
Climb rhymes tree to the furthest limb
The one with the swing to take a swim
I sat down to write another poem
But can't seem to take the leap

I sat down to write another poem
Of all  I have to say
Sat down to write another poem
But this blank wall is in my way
With inspiration everywhere
But it's over there and I'm stuck over here
I sat down to write another poem
Perhaps today is not the day
Oh goodness!
Am I fond of love, psychic blindness?

Love of human being?
It's detained in invisible framing.

I love the sky,
There I fly and fly.

I love wind,
Addicted to rushing this gypsy mind.

Love of lad?
Filled with interest wearing romantic clad.

Am I crying?
No no, my eyes look like usually tearing.

Downright lying!
May be it's my diplomacy of wording.

O oblivion!
Let me drop into you my cliche common.
I cried today,
at work,
in the bathroom,
alone.

I left early.
The thoughts,
the sorrow,
the pain.

I bawled in my car
silently,
as soon as I shut
the door.

The engine kicks,
and you
move
on.
 Nov 2019 Emeka Mokeme
Jay
Regret
 Nov 2019 Emeka Mokeme
Jay
I regret everything.
I regret falling in love.
I regret leaving.
I regret opening up.
I regret hurting so many.
I regret being desperate.
I regret changing.
I regret running away.
I regret staying.
I regret turning away.
I regret meaning everything.
I regret feeling unsafe.
I regret playing games.
I regret loving.
I regret caring.
I regret it all.
 Nov 2019 Emeka Mokeme
skywrites
Sky
 Nov 2019 Emeka Mokeme
skywrites
Sky
High up,
I'm a sky,
where dreams learn to fly,
On the low,
I'm the same sky,
which also cry,
tears like rain,
to heal the pain.

On the brightest days,
I'm a sky,
which carries the sun,
to which sunflower is attracted to,
On the darkest nights,
I'm the same sky,
which carries the moon,
to which the wolfs howl to,

High up,
I'm a sky,
where dreams learn to fly,
On the low,
which also cry.
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