I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.

everything is the same
staying inside, nothing is changed

not a world crisis matter
I've been in quarantine since forever

that's how it's always been
I'm closed for as long as I can

someone attached to me
not leaving my side
might sound creepy as hell but...
knowing you are always there is kind of
reassuring

even if I'm not able to see you all the time,
the knowing of you sticking by my side no matter what?
it gives me power and strength
and with that...
I can fully be myself

Wake up!
Why wear a ring for years
He knows what he knows
Be wise my Lady, be wise
With the ring, you're tied

Wearing engagement rings
When it exceeds one year
Are you the lord of the ring?
Or the ring keeper
Take my world, "Na scam"

Don't be a prisoner to one
When you are desired by another
To have and to hold
For better for best
Except you are a professional ring bearer

If it exceeds one year
And he hasn't take you to Mama
You are on lockdown
And would soon be isolated
That's what it is "Nwayi Obioma"

Don't be a prisoner of love
Search your heart and inquire
Is this really what you want?
If you have been ringmatized
And don't be a "Shediot"

If he is not saying a thing
You are somewhat in captivity
In a prison of another's creation
Be wise, be smart
He could be a gamer

Scratch-scratch-scratch the effing itch;
today, I really need to wash my hair.
Dry shampoo does little to tame the twitch,
scratch-scratch-scratch the effing itch.
No plans mean no washing days to switch –
it’s not like I am going to go anywhere.
Scratch-scratch-scratch the effing itch.
Today, I really need to wash my hair.