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My secret of writing...
Let your imagination run wild
Let your fingers do the typing
Let your pen do the writing
Don’t think about what you write
Just let it happen
It may not make sense to others
But makes perfect sense to you
Be creative and imaginative
You’ll be surprised how your writings come to life
When you just let it happen
Your words will shine through...
Listen to nature
Under the sun-dappled trees
The world proudly sings
115 followers!!! T-T T.T
The tears keep flowing!
I'm so grateful!
And thank you very much, Sue, for your lovely poem 'Angel with a Broken Wing'
It truly made my day! Made me cry also with all the support I've been getting here. I'm grateful to all my followers.
Truly, with everything I have...
Thank you!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Love has many faces,
with shades and types
and can be displayed
in many different ways,
with their degrees and forms.
Love for God.
Love for friends.
Love for pets.
Love for people in different
groups you belong.
Love for gardening.
Love for your kids.
Love for your siblings.
Love for your husband.
Love for your wife.
Love for your boyfriend.
Love for your girlfriend.
Love for Mom.
Love for Daddy.
Love for grandparents.
Love for dancing.
Love for singing.
Love for other personal
things you like to do.
Don't ruin the day by
running away when you
are loved so much.
Take it, enjoy it, hold it
with both hands,
for you may never have
the opportunity to be loved
like this ever again.
To love is good.
To love someone is beautiful.
To be loved is awesome
Even in marriage,
your heart can never completely
belong to your spouse,
God did not make it so,
it must be given out,
and shared,
first to God,
to family, in-laws, friends,
and everyone,
it's called agape.
God kind of love.  
God actually is Love.
Don't be afraid to open
your heart and love again
even when your heart is broken.
Hearts are meant to be broken,
something beautiful
happens in breaking it,
you become perfect in loving.
And I say to you today,
that I love you so very much,
that you love me so much,
that you have to start loving me,
as God loved you.
©2818,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
My life as a poet is no different
from all the poets that came before
me.

Both the creative and the critic
I am honest as well as cryptic
But I do want to leave a meaningful
message.

My life as a poet has helped me
connect with beautiful people
who thrive and share their work
from all over this world.

It's funny how many bridges have
now formed, fuelling my belief in
my talent.

The skies are brighter, the clouds are cleaner
and I am evolving with a power that
is confident yet humble.

The pen indeed is a mighty weapon.
It has been my sword and my shield
In the light, it brought me to
And in the light, I will always stay.

The power to break and bear my
soul has been a curse and a gift
But I am grateful because I can
see who I am.

Dissect my self
Dissect my soul
Dissect my mind
Dissect my heart

There are myriads of bridges within
I have yet to cross.
Most bridges are long.
Many deadends.
But hey, I'm mortal.

The fact that I connect with
many lives on this Earth with
my craft, means so much
because we grow together.

My life as a poet continues
to serve me well.
This one is for you guys.
I wanted to thank you all for helping me here.
The fact that people follow and support me means the absolute world.
I never thought my page would grow and now...
to receive lovely messages both publicly and privately really makes me believe that this world is not so miserable.
To all my fellow Wordsmiths on HP,
thank you and never stop evolving.
Let us share the love of words with this world
and continue to connect with many souls ^-^
Love you guys always!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
 Jul 2018 Krishnapriya
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
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