Tag: Poems

Haiku #4- Nocturnal

Damp, pitch black darkness
 Screeches cut through the silence
 Winged creatures in flight

Haiku #3- Caught!

Desecrated vows
Don’t you dare say I love you
Lipstick stains on shirt

Haiku #2

You, my waterloo
My heart undone by deceit
Only tears fall now

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Haiku #1

Sunday, still sleeping
lazy head on soft pillows
church another day

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In the name of God…

In the name of God inquisitions have transpired
 In the name of God, death to the heretics and liars!
In the name of God crusades have been fought
 In the name of God, religions have been brought to not
In the name of God wickedness is at its highest
 In the name of God corrupt religious leaders smile the widest
In the name of God suicide bombs explode
 In the name of God horrors still unfold
In the name of God many lives are lost
 In the name of God an embassy was just torched
In the name of God, such foolishness is caused
 In the name of God LETS STOP HURTING OUR GOD!

As sleep beckons

Eyes closing as I write
sleep, it is I strive to fight
Β Battling to keep the nights’ watch
yet embraced by the silent hush

Betrayed by yawns,
now Hypnos’ pawn
A tired head tilts
and slowly I drift,

Silken slumber bids me fall
the silence of the night, its seductive call
The fight to stay awake, in vain
as heavy eyes at last betray

The Chronic

Living a little thinking I have little to live for

I-am screaming out sunshine, leaving its rays outside my door

I-feel nothing can harm me if nothing is real

So-I puff on a joint and let my thoughts be concealed

Won’t-let reality hurt me, won’t bathe in truth

So-I puff smoke and pass-out!, while sipping on some juice

For my BB…

Is that you staring back at me
sitting still, winking feverishly
pining for me to come to you
a shudder and a buzz
and more winking too

Is that you, hard to the touch
To hold you, how it reveals so much
as fingers caress you give such pleasure
your response as I tease
the moment’s treasure

Is that you, contesting for my attention
as you shudder, buzz and wink at my mention
I hate how you make an addict out of me
other things to do but NO, you want me now
and as you call for me I cower

Just the perfect fit
In my palm as you sit
loving me as I chat and I twit
Not caring how I’ve man handled you to shit
Knowing that should I run you down, I’ll get another kit

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Seasons by Davida Echetabu

So tickled, I giggled…
You never forget your first time,
Amazed, Amused, Confused, Contrite
In my arms rested a masterpiece.

Lips, hips, fingertips temporarily paused,
So this is what it feels like?
What’s that in my eye?
A tear drop?!

Hush child… You deserve it.

Blush-sunset-silk-lush-tendrils-midnight-orchestra-milk-leather-tissue…
Not quite adequate…
I’m lost….
for words.

So I reach out, I touch, Feel, Experience,
Smooth, Coarse, Receptive, Rejective
I drink in; my eyes wide open slits,
I taste the sweetness in my soul & the saltiness of my tears.

Hush child…. You are worth it.

Blooming & blossoming,
Polka dots & stripes,
Twinkles & jingles,
All things bright and beautiful,

I’m in the spotlight,
Twirling & laughing,
The sunlight is happy,
The breeze is clapping,

A girl once moved by a bouquet,
A woman knowing she’s a well tended garden.

Hush child…. You are just right.

By: Davida Echetabu

Davida Echetabu

I just love pieces like this one! You read it and can draw from it various interpretations… more like an open cheque for the imaginative mind πŸ˜€

Totally loved it Davida! ….I hope YOU did too dear reader! πŸ™‚

Cheers! πŸ˜‰

The Encounter by Queen Ewere

I watched his lips part
As I clung to his every word
In the sweet essence of presence
Swooning at his mercy
My eyes grow heavy
In betrayal too soon, dims

My heart drums up uneven beats
And I rumble into an ecstatic dance
My blood’s on a fiery course
Sweat breaks out on every pore
Yes, the world’s beneath my feet!
As my spirit sets to soar, I must be Alice

Shhh! Suddenly sublime
The crescendo comes to a screeching halt
“No! Please stay” I cry
And like a million others I wake.
Is this it? Did you feel it too? I search
Hesitant, yearning I rise from my kowtow.

Was thatΒ  you Lord, I ask?
An incoherent whisper,
“Maybe next Sunday I hear,
Just maybe Alice dear…”

By: Queen Ewere

Hello πŸ™‚Β 

Its that time again so please join me in giving a big welcome to my newest feature, Queen Ewere πŸ™‚

I read this piece off of her phone yesterday and it moved me. Its seemed like a verse out of songs of Solomon… you know, romantic yet spiritual. To me it portrayed a sort of spiritual ecstasy. What’s your view? πŸ™‚

Anyway, thank you Q.E for allowing me share such a wonderful poem, and thank you reader for stopping by! πŸ™‚

Cheers!