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Some long, some tiny
Some literal, while some flowery
Some simplistic, whilst some dramatic
Some prefer to be unstructured
and some, pragmatic

And yet no matter how each poem is written
each is unique in their own poetic way
We live life listening to different poetry
And in poetry we live every day
People are poems. Not food. (XD)

I'm on a poem streak. Will rest for a while. I've read a lot of poems on this site and I find it absolutely wonderful how we live in different parts of the world, and don't even know each other's faces and names, and yet we connect to each other through poetry.

I believe each one of us has a story and poem to tell. What's yours?
Be my poem

I will be your rhythm

Be my music

I will be your melody

Be my drama

I will be your dialogue

Be my wind

          And let me be your kite



Be my star

I will be your twinkles

Be my sun

I will be your heat

Be my moon

I will be your beams

Be my wind

          And let me be your kite



Be my snail

I will be your shell

Be my bee

I will be your sting

Be my zebra

I will be your stripes

Be my wind

        And let me be your kite



Be my heart

I will be your beats

Be my river

I will be your waters

Be my bones

I will be your marrow

Be my wind

           And let me be your kite



Be my sleep

I will be your dream

Be my arms

I will be your strength

Be my wings

I will be your flight

Be my wind

            And let me be your kite
As I watch

The stars shine bright

Falling in love with you tonight

Your more than just my lover

She's more then a friend

Listening to the gentle wind blowing softly,

Soft kisses and warm touching

Heart's beating together

My heart is filled with love for you

These dreams have all

Come true

Because I've fallen in love with you..
True Love
 Jun 2020 Enegbuma Angelica k
Me
The opposite of
Life is not
death but
stagnation,
Honey
Once you get this you'll be
absolutely safe in
every
single
situation -
knowing:
your system
evolutes
HA!
No one is perfect
But
With you, I found the perfect man
With you, I found myself
With you, I found a reason to love
With you, I found love.

But
I keep asking myself
Could this be love?
Is this love that I'm feeling?
#this could be love, maybe, maybe not.
She was the poem
I couldn't read.
Blurred lines of
Love dipped in
Sauce  of perplexing beauty
mixed
With commas and stops.

Confusing
emotions, displayed
In iambs and rhymes
Of this and that,
My heart  sighs,
turns the page.
She was the poem I couldn't read.
Dedicated to all unrequited lovers
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