Ozioma Ogbaji Apr 2015
In the morning, old becomes new
Birds sing as black slowly turns blue
In the morning, my fears are taken
My faith is stronger, I am not shaken

My fears are taken by morning's rebirth
Fresh as the dew clinging to my feet
In the morning, there is a new me to meet
Whom the blinding night has deemed fit to birth

In the morning, my flaws are still the same
Like the yellow sun, everyday like flame
In the morning, I remember yesterday's mistakes
And I know better what is at stake

In the morning, I let go of the night
I let go of the dark, I embrace the light
In the morning, my eyes are brighter
My dance is better, my laugh is lighter

My smile is warmer, my kiss is softer
My hug is tighter, my speech has no stutter
In the morning, I am all I want to be
Awake, refreshed, hopeful, free
Oh, I walk these streets the whole night through
people walk by without a worry or care
I played pool with a biker till two
I listened to a street poet tell of a lost love
Oh, he brought tears to my eyes with memories of you
I kicked a can under a street light and thought

Oh, I walk these streets the whole night through
I saw your face in every woman that passed by
I saw your face in a love song from a car that passed by
Oh, you keep me awake at night

I came home in the early morning light
and tried get some rest and sleep
but all I saw was you in my head
Oh, when I dream I hold you in my arms
and say the words I once said
when I wake I'm so sad your not by my side

Oh, I walk these streets the whole night through
I saw your face in every woman that passed by
I saw your face in a love song from a car that passed by
Oh, you keep me awake at night
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2017
I asked for a star
let alone the Moon.
But it's not up to the sky
the night is awake is in tune.
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
A night owl in the harvest moon
was awake till the crack of the dawn
but wasn’t surfing online, wasn’t rowing
the boat in the digital river.
Deep down to a dreamweaving scene
that was, in musing, painstakingly creative.

Wait till you snap up a witty aphorism.
The darling buds of May will be in bloom.
The tickled pink nightingale too will
give out its voice, singing a song.
Save a copy and tweet it to all,
but do give us a demo, tell us a bit more.
Where does it shine and sizzle?
Where did the winter tuck away the rose?
This is a poem from my book Zero and One available on Amazon.
Awake at last, your slumber comes to an end.
What joyous relief I have within.

Thine words so sweet, so kind, so true.
I look forward to the day mine, I make you.

To awaken to such beauty such bliss, I cannot imagine more heavenly than this.

You're voice, ah such music. I could hear for eternity and still reminisce.

A few short hours away, seems a lifetime apart. Till I find myself in thy presence, never wanting to part.

The future uncertain, that is quite clear. One truth I tell thee.
Forever I'll be here.
Her hair was dark brown
Her fragrance smells delicious
Every time when my lips touch the cup
My heart begins to beat faster
Not everyone likes her
But her love keeps me awake
Without her I would fall asleep again.
Yule Jun 30
Are you somewhere sleeping, or wide awake?
Please look up the night sky
think of how I— someone is occupied
by the thoughts of your sharp eyes
Be as is with the dim lights the stars are bringing

These summer nights never seem to play
the cold melody of the air
I am used to hearing
as I let my heart resound your name
Here I call, waiting for the echoes;
any signs from you— where are you now?

My dear, do not fret
You’re the only one I find endearing
Please pass on your worries onto me,
pour out your thoughts
until you’re left with none
Let me seep onto your skin,
play with the soft strands of your hair
Let me whisper you comfort
until the buzzing of the tiring white noise
after a long day from your ears reside

Darling, you are no less than any stars
laid onto the deep velvet sky,
Don't think otherwise
as you’re worth palaces
above the clouds up high

Do not listen to the shadows that tell lies,
just breathe onto me,
let me comfort you with smiles

Until then at least look for me in your dreams
If you’re needing comfort,
or just in need of a shoulder to rest
You can always lean on me
180603; 12:38 am

{nj.b}
Sometimes
when I'm lying awake at night
on an air mattress of a pull out couch
not sleeping because of the weight
of why i'm here in the first place.
I cry.

the tears stream directly onto the pillow
pulling off old remnants of eyeliner
and mascara
Dirtying the pillow

I cry because
I am alone

alone

alone fearing the darkness
what it brings
and if it will find me
the darkness
I spent so much of my life in...

The darkness I fought so hard
                                                       To get away from...

And I'm still fighting
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