we sat.
a woman passed.
she said,
"you look like you're enjoying each other."
she added,
"or the day."
you said,
"we're enjoying the day."
I was enjoying you.

I’ve looked and watched
  you turn away

Seeing things
  you’ve long denied

I grabbed the lion
  by his mane

Staring through
  the devil’s eye

I bought
  a one-way ticket

While never
  looking back

I’ve sailed and searched
  the roughest seas

My rigging
  often slack

I gave away
  all that I had

And asked for
  nothing more

I played the game
  and ****** the rules

Rejecting
  any score

I stole my fate back
  from the wind

Which blew
  from side to side

And asking once
  my only wish...

   —to leave this world alive

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Hey, are you there?
I'm looking at you from the corner
From across the room
Almost stalking
can you see me?

My voice has been sounding
and calling most of the time.
How loud it sounded that
you couldn't answer it.
I tried to sound confident
but my voice came out small
and shaky then I hesitated.
Where are you my love.
My heart seeks to be with you.
Come to me my sweetheart,
my darling for I miss you
terribly so much.
Today I stood by the river bank
waiting for your arrival.
Counting all the ship that went by,
looking at all the faces walking down
the street.
I miss you dearly,
my heart misses you.
Only your embrace will comfort me.
From sunshine to dawn I'm still sitting
here watching the sky for the sign of you.
Waiting for you is my past time hobby.
The birds are singing the song of hope.
I'm encouraged that you will soon come
home to me.
Your presence is comforting and reassuring
for who can ever replace the vacuum in my heart.
These thoughts of you are
definitely something to keep,
they are beautiful and I'm convinced
that we are both going to be okay.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.

Someone once asked me why I like poetry so much
If its sometimes hard to understand
And its sometimes confusing to read

In return I asked them why they like to feel
If the feelings are sometimes hard to understand
And sometimes confusing to read

They cocked their to the side and asked what my words meant
They simply didn't understand
That the words from a poet are are tangled by the beat of their heart

Sometimes we can't help but to speak figuratively
Because we like to hide our thoughts and feelings in plain sight
Finding out what weight the words carry is half of the excitement

Just like wearing our feelings for our crush on our sleeve
Or ignoring someone when we're angry
You don't make it obvious, but you leave all the clues in the open
Because just like a poet, you want to be found