These nights wear your face nubian smile full moon canopy for lovers left without light and shade
Walls close into us and you say walking narrow spaces is a prerequisite for love
I walk into the water falls to keep you close to be reassured you are not the only part of the universe that escaped from a rock to never come back
& i fashion a song out of everything left and entrust it with the wind In it i show you that it is in the things au naturel like the door opening to your panda smile
& all the bric- a- bracs of us that I refuse to let go
You are also refusing to shrink into a black hole It is the eternal struggle- love & pain i do not desire to free you Birds never free wind
Image credit : Kosoluchi.♥️
P. The peace of the Lord be with you.
R. And with your spirit.
I open my wrist and jackals in two’s make red spurts-
thier eyes, the grin of a crescent.
I have no need to keep this car on the road anymore.
The weed in my fingers fall,
you rise from it’s white smoke.
I want to hold you in,
but evanescent (as you are always) you escape into air.
Bliss like this is always momentary,
like a kiss placed on a war bound lover’s lips
the hastened sweet of liquor gulped before a man tastes freedom on the neck of his own rope.
The jackals, they come for me, tearing me up into light.
There are golden chariots around me, stallions with bloody faces galloping to someplace day does not set in the eyes of men who bring thier own peace.
Hello guys. I got two poems on African Writer. You could do well to check them out 😊
For Victoria and Michael
What are smiles
if they fade easy?
a young leaf falls off
into wind’s wings
a fruit unripe
and earth says its fair.
and earth says its fair.
Where you once were
(somewhere deeper than here)
– a fire,
now a larger fire.
I don’t know where you are.
if a god or a fiend welcomes you,
bathe in flames or flowers.
I know you know how well to make joy out of everything.
Hello good people. I can no longer pretend to be young. Adulthood reminds me of that every time . But i discovered that poetry and love allows me to always be young, naive and careless.
So to prevent adulting, i have penned down these memories, emotions in a very personal and brutally honest way.
I am pretty sure for anyone who has loved young or loved wild, or runs into the arms of the moon at night, lonely and in fear of loving. These poems are for you.
If i could write in water by O. Chiedozie Kelechi Danjuma
the seventh earthquake,
me – you,
irreversible fragments make a new universe
where you are both edge
and a river
folded into a moan.
You say I write so I have the words sometimes it fails like now
it’s failing no sense in any word to describe you on the bed sheets
planets are orbiting my head heaven is cloistered in a small room
sun inside your legs an apparition immaculate no words no words
just light glistening light.