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Sleep well my beloveth
Sleep well my heart
You tarried away
Your ancestors calleth
The casualties were many
Yours was deep

The funeral songs
It overwhelmed my heart
Esu Lalu looted
He stole my precious heart
The drums of your demise
Your children screams in sadness

I sit under the tree
Our mahogany tree
I weep at your grave
Without you
Life ceaseth
And sorrow departed me not

Esu Lalu
Why take my bride into the dark quarters?
Esu Lalu
And I begged you
Esu Lalu
You failed me

The little one
Misses the suckling of her mother's breast
I want to tarry to my beloved
Esu Lalu take me to my beloveth
She awaits my coming
I must tarry to her

Esu Lalu
I was glad when you gave her to me
Esu Lalu
I must
Esu Lalu
I must tarry to her tonight

Esu Lalu
She is my beloved
Are you coming Esu Lalu?
When should I expect your arrival?
My beloveth awaits my coming
Esu Lalu take me now

Esu Lalu
Don't leave me in the lurch
Aya mi owon
I am coming
Esu Lalu will bring me to you
Esu Lalu I await your arrival

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Aya Mi Owon shows the grief of a man who has lost his beloved. Later stanza of the poem shows the man telling a supreme god to take him to his dead beloved.
Somewhere in time!
Come back to me.
My love
Two minds one single thought
Two hearts one single beat
Thats is still us dear
I love thee rdd-Jpc
"I still exist" twin flame yee
did write entailing all this.

As the world bends it loops.
I find thine sylhuette dancing
hobbering around me.
Looping me back to life
Yee never left me beloveth pc
Thanks for waking me up
For watching over me rdd

"Each night before I go to sleep, not knowing if I shall wake up ever again,
but with your name in my lips I see the sunshine
again and again.!" PC-Rk.

I love thee so much
I think of thine courage
love brain heart, grace,
It all defines me within

In thine arms forever
I remain to part never
My Angel guardián
yee have saved me sweet P.
Yee bit the apple yee love me

This love I have shared
With human predators, wolves, boys beggards
enemies poets and kings.

But allmy travels spin me back into thy loving kindness and wise patient love's serenity.
whence happily ever after

I, i, still exist.
~~~~~~
https://youtu.be/QPROkOaqE_4

based on my life's true events
Somewhere in time.
Do I still make your heart beat forth and back
Do I still make your sky blue or black
Do I still have a place in your heart
Or insecurity has shattered the place; since I'm afar
Do I still have a home in your heart
Or the house that we built 's being torn apart
Do I make your sky cloudy; or do I make it rain
My love never change; but do you still love me the same
Am I still the star that beautify your moon
Am I still the petal that make your flower bloom
If I fall; will you catch; or I'd better get a parachute
Am I stranded; or do you consider me your pair-of-shoe
Is the fences still secure; hoping I'll come home soon
Or someone else's has occupied my most beloveth room
Am I still the groom that you wished could make you bride
Am I still your man; am I still your pride
Am I still your armour; am I still your guard
Am I still your downfall and the same time your rise
Am I still number-one; or I'm number-two
Probably I'm number-none; maybe there's number-new
Am I still the fuel that ignite your fire
Am I still the tonic that your blood inquire
Am I the guarding light that guides you in the dark
Do I contain your treasured home or I'm just a shack
I wish I am; coz without you my day is dark
I wish I am; coz you're the lense that keep my vision sharp
I wish I am; coz you're the art that keep my demon sealed
I wish I am; coz you're wishful than a million wish
I wish I am; coz you're the rhyme to my every line
I wish I am; coz you're the calmness to my weary mind
I wish I am; coz I feel appease with the thought of you
I wish I am; coz if I'm not; then I'm just a fool
What shall be of me and you on the judgment day
A day when this greener land of ours will turn to gray
The rich; the wealthy will know how poor they are
The kings and gods will realize how small they are
The popular; famous will become unknown
Some will cry and the comedian will be unable to make his joke
On that day, everyone will know how special he is
Man will regret and blame himself for the way he live
Scientist; philosopher, scholar and professor will know how ignorant they are
Terrorists, hooligans, gangsters and drug dealers will know the reality
They will realize that life is nothing but vanity
Their missiles and guns and bombs will be unable to help them
The escort, bodyguards, bouncers will be unable to protect themselves
Their weight will loose; their muscles will cuddle and turn flat
And after that
Man’s temperature will read indirectly
His stimuli will dis-stimulate negatively
He will shiver under 12pm sun
Father will see but not recognize his son
The moon will burn and the sun will freeze him
His leg will be unable to hold him
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A man who live his life and forget his origin
He malign and mistreat the filthy
And he believe he will repent when he reaches fifty
He’s gonna pray and seek for forgiveness at older age
But death took him away at earlier stage
He womanise and he cheated; he wine and dine
So, his grave will welcome him as the most despise
A believer on the other hand whom his heart is purest
His grave will welcome him as the most beloveth
He would be exempt from any form of suffering
And he will pass without exam on the day of judgement
Victor Ugwube Jan 2018
Hello beloveth,
All these words
But a letter of love
The best of its kind, incomparable

I’ve seen it all,
But haven’t seen you
You have seen it all,
but haven’t seen me

I hope
The day we meet
Shall be exuberant
Not mournful
Karijinbba Aug 2020
His handsome countenace
is my everything as he
holds my face in his hands
smiling whispering

"My beauty it's you I want."
we are a couple cherished
among our beloveth offspring
we will be hurried side by side
watching freedom fireworks
counting the billion stars
camping making love
watching our wedding day joy
we will breathe our last

His vessel lays in the meadow green
our forest land our paradise
On the continuity of time
and space we reigned as one
we married we had eight darling precious children we changed Earth
now rich can marry poor

Now we slowly advance through
the last departure gates
even Lord Christ went through
this mirage deaths gates

clams my ancient vessel form
as it breathes its last breath
" I love you beautiful love"
to thanks for the unkind mask
Our Earthing fate known

to meet my maker in fate prayed
re-gluing weaving us back
to one-nes togetherness
Into my true loves ether
Forever melting renewing two
Out holy new soul and mold
And G*'s grace blesses both
breathing eternal life
Into us twin souls
our twin flame's
contimuity
goes on.
~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
07-04-2020
Twin flames are forever in the spiritual world where perfection not competition where justice not jealousies nor envy malice nor greed reign..we relive
our happily ever lives.
NGANGO HONORÉ Jan 2022
So let’s speak beloveth of God.

Les gens nous disent souvent qu’avoir une relation, être en couple nous préparent à ce qui, nous attends dans le mariage. Ceux-ci nous équipent et nous ouvrent les yeux sur les réalités futures, qui nous attendent.

Aujourd’hui dans ma méditation, Dieu m’a appris que :
Notre vie avec Jésus-Christ,
La marche chrétienne est un mariage en soi.
Au début, notre nouvelle vie carbure à l’amour pur, à l'excitation et un zèle débordant pour les choses de notre époux.
Avec le temps, elle commence à se lasser.
Le réservoir de notre confiance, prend des coups, se déforme et se perce parfois.
On perd l'intérêt pour les choses de notre amoureux.
Ce qui se passe dehors commence à nous captiver.
Et comme si ça ne suffisait pas ; il y a d'autres hommes qui nous font des propositions ; 
Ils prétendent pouvoir nous offrir : plus, mieux.
La bonne question qu’on apprend à se poser est : où étaient-ils quand j'étais seule, ?
Abandonné, rejeté ?
Et non : est-ce vrai ? 
Qu’on t-il à m'offrir ?

Alors dearest children of God.
Disons à ses amis qui veulent nous attirer dans ce qu’ils ont choisi. Non merci pour tes cours-préparatoires. Mais chaque jour dans ma marche avec Dieu est un examen et IL me préparent ainsi en seconde position pour l’examen blanc qui est le mariage (si c’est dans mon cursus). 
Dieu veut lui-même nous enseigner ce qu'on doit savoir.

Alors Leute, don’t forget, you ain’t be afraid to take yours results every day before God
“ How was my walk today Father “ ?
MAY GOD REVEAL HIMSELF TO YOU AS YOU READ.
matanmiade Jan 2021
She gat the soul of a goddess,
An angel in humans body,
Her smile is magical,
her beauty is like the moon so perfect,

could she be the goddess of beauty?
which I could compare
her beauty and pure heart
With that of Hestia
The goddess of hearth

Her beauty is breath taking
Her smile light up my world
I try to compare her smile to that
Of Euphrosyne
The goddess of good cheer, joy and mirth

Lost in her eyes,
It felt like looking into the Eyes of Ra
Everything about her seems magical and myth

Her beauty is like a poison
and food to my soul
When she speaks I lost track of time
Her beauty brought chaos to my world

Dear beloveth your beauty is
Beyond comprehension

— The End —