"worrior" poems
First Love is funny
Like a burning ring
We all fell into it once
Memories Memories
Time ago
Young in age
Tender in heart
Just like in the garden
I wanted to touch the apple
Just the next street
Yet my bath must be long
Had no real beard
Wonder what I was shaving
Armpit cleaned like a desert
Nails cut to shape
Memories Memories
Shirt ironed repeatedly
Trousers checked for unseen tears
Day before
Only shoe shined to new.
Hair line brought to shape
By my mum used tiger razor
Memories Memories
Vasselin on my face
Power on my neck
Perfumed ear
To make complete
Memories Memories
Mirror Mirror
How do I look
Turning Turning
Looking Looking
The boy must be perfect
To met his presumed perfect girl
With a novel in hand
A nappe in the other
The boy good to go
Certified by my coach
Unseen shadow accomplices
Bold and calm
Queens and polished
coach gave order
Tell her she is not beautiful
But pretty
Tell her she is not a girl
But an angel
Tell her she is not now
But the future
Whistle blown
I marched forward
Be calm be calm
My shadow kept saying
Target in sight
Worrior on the March
Memories Memories
At the junction of battle
Without rain
Was covered in sweat
Had a quick look backward
My shadow had disappeared
queens refused to be fluent
words of love had flew away
Smiling was i
Cleaning my sweat
Opening my novel
able to ask for her note
Last assignment of Saturday
We don't school on Saturday
Memories Memories
Prayed for rapture
Even though I new
will end in hell
Any other thing
My hunted asked
No! no!! no!!!
The hunter said
Hunted standing
Hunter running
Memories Memories
Now in a corner
Waiting for my scar to heal
****** up my coach said
Thanking God I came alive
Even when the battle was lost
Memories Memories
Love is like a burning ring
We all fell into it once
Memories Memories
And
Memories
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
Once upon a time
World was not in peace
Wars happened everywhere
Women and kids were all sad
Husbands and dads
Joined the wars and dead
There was one kid
He saw what he saw
His dad was killed
They slit his throat and laughed
That violance somehow
Embedded something in his heart
Years passed
He is a grown man now
World is still the same
Wars still everywhere
He survived somehow
He is still alive now
As a grown man
He wanted to serve his country
A dangerous but safe ground
Where his dad was killed
Where a lonely kid grew up
He worked hard on skills
And joined so many wars
He danced in each war
With his beautiful partner,
His sword
Whenever he saw violence
He was terrific then
But now he's not
To **** enemies is a must
To protect the ground he lives in is a must
There is nothing he terrific of
He saw the worst possibility of violence
His dad was killed! They slit his throat!
He is a cold hearted worrior
"Don't beg for life when you **** people,
Don't beg for sympathy when you have none"
Those ices embedded in his heart
Made him a merciless man
They killed his parents with no doubt
The same way will he do
He is the cold hearted worrior
He lives with his sword
He is living in wars.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
life is an irony,
A place where non-living things tends
To live longer than the living
Life's too short
The dust beneath your feet today
Might be your roof tomorrow!
Life is a battle field
The survival of the fitest
Then palm wine for the victors
Seven virgins should be waiting,
My soul groans to give in
Am a wounded worrior,
And my cartridge is empty of bullets!
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 7:34 AM UTC
If you insist that your home
is not here with us then find
the right place to pitch your tent
and dwell with your people.
Permission is given to the one
whose ear is willing to contain
and hold the truth to stand tall
and get the crown for himself,
for many warriors are willing
to die for it.
Go for it the warrior of the land,
the man of war and the right hand
of the king.
Your strength is of the spirit,
mightier than the lion,
they speak of your strength,
your people salute you.
Stand out of the crowd,
you who are called to partake
in the regimen of the chivalry knights
of the chosen ones.
Find your place in the scheme of things
prepared for only those who walk in the
part of the divine light burning within them.
You truly belong to the chivalry knight of
the brave for you have shown yourself
worthy of such a high calling.
May you be blessed and protected.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC
Ochre scrubbed ebony skin
Wooden jewelery here and there
Picture perfect beauty in simplicity
She walked in moral fortification -
fashioned in decency
Hardwork and wisdom was her charm
Barefeet and weighted with firewood on her head
Pots and baskets she juggled in hands
and through scorching heat she focussed ahead
the dessert sand burning her feet
Not once did she say it was a plight
She was proud to be a woman
The keeper of men and children
Through rain through sunshine
cooperating with her man's other woman
She worked for survival of all
Getting up in the first light of day
Submitting and respecting
Raising her children in acceptable ways
She was the unglorified worrior
A war hero could not fit her shoe
But she didnt have that shoe
So she smiled and made her man happy,
and her children
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
~~~~~
"Sorry seems to be the hardest word."
I feel your wonderful eyes.
He was a greating glider
Knowledgeable, nice and
Sweet. Had a nasty divorce
Flooded with ***** accusations
Nailed and tortured by himself
For the things he wouldnt do..
He was clean.
~~~~~
Tears within us turn to ice. And they should burst.
***I've never cried over you.
I don't know you.***
Perhaps. I did.
Once upon a time.
For real.
He is a quick thinker
A worrior with an ancient
Soul and a progressive
Hardness.
A Black pearl.
Shelly aboard
in disguise.
Soft as a kitten
is his heart.
I love him.
~~~~
"Let love rule"
***Rise and shine.
A perpetual creation.***
Monsoons and many moons
Have passed like a metaphor
Core. A divine traveler.
A colourful world
It is.
He reads thankfully
Astonished.
And humms songs
Of devotion. And he
Writes perfectly.
~~~~~
Harvest moon
***He loves modern music and dancing.
He writes.***
He dreams about another tattoo
across his heart. We share air.
She was touched
Today. And there
Were sparks sizzling
through.
One long frozen
Moment. Reaching
The most intimate
Awareness.
Not uncharging the potential.
There was a simple question:
"How did you spend the day?"
"With the beautiful artist
In bloom. Drawing."
Shyness. And the
Realization.
He glows.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
My girlfriend's father turned
Sixty. The party was legendary.
I remember everything.
By the sea.
She was beautiful.
The microphone stang my
Lips as I read the
Worrior's Poem.
Her dress was the closest I came
To pyjamas this morning.
Now her father won't stop
Laughing.
Bailey's and IPA for breakfast.
Sometimes eggs deserve to
Remain unbroken.
She's warm and naked in bed, and
I'm laughing all the way
To her.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
I wonder the world i lived in
A world where ........
Acceptance,love ,happiness are all fantasies
Does world full of happiness really in existence
Is happiness really possible
I live in the world where u cant have what u deserved
Where you cant have the trust you earned
Where you cant have the love you deserved
Where you cant have the happy life you worked for
A world where you cant live the life worth living
Where you cant have the house worth having
Where you cant date a girl worth dating
Where you cant go to school worth going
Where you cant drive a car worth driving
A world where an ignorant is voted in as a president
A rogue voted in as a governor
A madman voted in as mayor
An adulterous man is choosen as a priest
A world where ********** are the prayer worrior
I live in a world where .........
No money no love
No money no happiness
No money no school
No money no family are the popular keywords
The world i live is full of pain instead of joy
The world i live is full with hatred instead of love
The world i live in is full with betrayal instead of trust
The world i live
The world i live
The world i live is full of pain,
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
The voices of pain tourmenting him,
The voices of tempation destroying him inside and out,
The voices of his traumatised soul ripping his heart to shreds,
Images of the horrible situations of his past life,
The horrible voices of the ones who hurt him bouncing around his head
"Fight, Stay down, keep going, youre worthless, you never do anything right, youre strong, youre weak, youll never make it, save everyone, you cant even save yourself, stand strong, you will fall."
The voices that controverse eachother,
What should he follow,
Is he weak or is he strong,
Someone believes in him,
That voice of encouragement never fails him,
It always guides him right.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
As I look into her eyes
I see endless skies
I see the definition of infinity,
As I watch her energy
I see the possibilities
I see not the end but the beginning,
As I see her soul move with grace
I see her life moving at her pace
She has the definition of potential,
As I see her look into the mirror
I see in her eyes rejection and doubt
As she looks into the eyes of society
She sees a ugly fat person who'd be better off dead,
But what she doesn't know is that she has the looks of a queen, the personality of a comedian, and the strength of a worrior,
Woman be not afraid to be your self and let your potential come out,
Woman be brave,
Woman open your eyes!
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
Dear son
you are so eager to come to planet earth
but this is too dangerous for you to survive
lots of war ,deaths ,hatred and blood shedding
all because of few pounds
dear son
I know you will fight to come to the planet
but I wish I could stop you young one
from coming to the cruelity of nature
but you have to cope with it for sure
dear son
I know you are too young to understand
bur the cruelity of life you have to withstand
fight like a worrior and be honoured like a soldier
I have seen many but courage is the only key to success
dear son
my clothes are in pieces
they talk for themselves
the tales I have been through
the road has been coarse and tough
but be strong like a soldier
dear son
the seasons have changed
without anything we managed
seasons comouflaged
dear son
my body is less immune
I lost my body parts as a result of local brew
I know you are a toddler its hard to understand
you will learn by your own mistakes
and understand of what am talking about son
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
I am angry i was angry
Will i be angry everytime
I frown the world turns
Up side down
I am special im not
In disguise this is the
Real me,what now cant you
Stop judging me!
The world turns up side down again
In this matter
I am forced to smile in
The darkness
I am a king i know
That i am honored by my
Loyal sevance they where
Named by the unknown
The first one named
1-heart he keeps me updated with how im feeling and is my trusted advisor
2-mind he is my night a brave worrior against life and confusion
3-eyes for they see incoming danger
And alerts my night
4-ears for they hear the tip-toes of my enemies traspesing and mostly know for listining to smooth rythms
5-mouth for they are the sounds of my kingdome
I have no reason to be scared of anything
I have believed that the world turns
Up side down because
I am a special king
I smile when im angry
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
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Am listening to my heart
And its full of echoes
Echoes of memories of truth
Yet i live in a world of pure deceit
I once was full of vigor
And earnest zeal to fight
But now am a shell
Ruins
A remnant of my former self
Hardened by the scorching life suns
I miss my younger self
That guy had his life figured out
People think am smiling
But all I do is open my mouth a little
To catch breath when am suffocating inside
Yet I laugh hard and loud
To convince myself that all is well
I dare myself to walk straight
But their eyes betray what they think about me
Yes I am a lot of things to a lot of people
A clinician who gives hope to some
A miserable resilient friend
The guy with a broken engagement
That dude with expensive taste
A relentless prayer worrior
The heartbreaker
But as I said before
Its what I am to them,
And honestly speaking
I don't know who I am anymore
I used to have my life drawn
Now I don't even dare sketch it
I have not yet given up
But am also not sure I care anymore
Now am just a perpetual procrastinator
I have been shrinking daily
And now my skin is buggy
Sometimes I feel like shadying it off
I am a disappointment to myself
Ever busy yet achieving no result
Sometimes I get busy in bed
Not in the way you are thinking
I get busy summoning energy to wake up
And that takes some time
See I fell in love some day back
Guess I fell alone
She keeps me busy marktiming
But hasn't allowed me to march
We I need to move
But she tells me to wait.
But what is she waiting for
She still lies to me with a straight face
And she isn't sorry for that
If she doesn't want to let me go
Why not march with me
If she doesn't want to march with me
Why keep me marktiming with her
Honestly am tired
And am letting go now
Am letting go of everything
And am picking up my pen again
And dating my paper into an everlasting poetry
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 4:21 AM UTC
Pain doesnt always alienate you
Sometimes,
It will shape you into a Worrior
~
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
Sitting in this class I feel as though I am wasting away with my thoughts costantly banging inside my head wanting to be free
I am drwonging in my own mind with these thoughts like an angry god stirring the ocean of my happines and peace
The god is drowning me and I am reaching twords the surface gasping for air but the techer drones on while I sit there seamingly bord
Inside my own head is a battle raging my fear a lonly worrior fighting for a place in my mind my anxity is an army of hate
My deppression is the godess of death with her staring eyes and mind breaking words
The techer continues to with the lesson, the lesson that in my mind is the thing fuling the flames of my anger and pain
The kids laugh while I walk by, I am invisible to everyone unless they want to bully me
The kids are the mosters and I am the monster hunter who lost their wepon and is fighting a onesided battle
My words are the double edged sword that while slicing down my enemys are cutting words in to my own skin
The teachers are the evil overlords I must defeat but this not a real fight this is just a normal day
That bag I wear on my back, no not the backpack, the depression and my thoughts make it impossible to run after my target
It is heavy and the sword I cary so bravly is dulling with every slice it takes of my enmeys and myself
I am waering the aroumr that protects my mind from the stress that is school that is the kids that is my deppression and my parents and my thoughts
I am carring a sword that is dull but looks sharp so no one thinks to ask if it is sharp enough or offer to help when they see me loosing my battles
I am have been shot down and stood back up when no one thought I would The teachers they act as though they care
The teachers are the traitors that are pretending to be on your side when in reality they are serving the my angry god just to tick off another curriculum box
That is my battle not one of bloodshed though it is and not one of physical but mental
I see my life as a novle that I am wirting but I am the villian and hero and lost soul, I am everything and nothing
If I see my life as a battle it is easier to face than if I see it as reality, in my mind I have superpowers and I am the greatest sword master though a clumsy one I will admit
We all mess up but if I mess up thats just one more thing my angry god can use against me
I am loosing to my angry god
;
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC
Be not dependent like a scavenger
Instead be a survivor, a worrior that fights for survival
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC