Poetry Time

I went online to a site I used to post actively on from the period 2000 till about 2002 http://www.naijaryders.com/. It was really a laugh, I laughed so hard as it brought back so many good memories of good ol' clean fun. I sorted the posts and was able to read through all the threads I had contributed to. And guess what? I found some of the poems I had written there. So I copied them. I always like to remember what exactly I was doing or involved in at a given time, it helps me figure out what may have inspired my writing. I concluded that I am someone who is a feeler. I tend to write about emotions and feelings. They do not have to be what I am feeling at the time but something I have felt before or imagined to feel. I am also a thinker, so I tend to philosophise situations. But all in all, the best thing about poetry is your poetic license. I love the fact that you can ramble on and not make sense. It may rhyme, it may not. It may inspire , it may not. It may be you, it may be your alter ego. The freedom you get from that license feels great! Free! Free! Free!! That's what I love about fictional writing and poetry, your imagination is king! Enjoy!


Maybe I…

Read too hard
Reading between the lines
Failing to grasp the obvious

Dream too hard
Dreaming so much about how it could be
Failing to see how it is.

Cry too hard
Crying so hard about the pain
Failing to appreciate the gain

Laugh too hard
Laughing so hard at the funnies
Failing to laugh about money

Feel too hard
Feeling so much at a time
Failing to distinguish the touch

Search too hard
Searching so hard for the treasure box
Failing to spot the diamond ring

Love too hard
loving so much of him
Loving too little of me

Maybe I..

Glass heart
Handle with care, it's fragile
Tread lightly, it's broken
Approach carefully, it's untamed
Look discretely, she's ashamed

Ask subtly, she'll confide
Act hostily and she'll hide
Speak eloquently, she'll desire
Work diligently and aspire

Laugh sincerely, she needs a friend
Love completely, don't pretend

Glass heart Part 2

White? Not this heart
This is the dark heart
aka the black heart
Stained by treachery
Nightmares of debauchery

Thin? Not this heart
This is the fat heart
Full and warmly clad

The song is of love
of a far more lasting kind
The dreams of bliss
of a far more soothing kind

Tear drops that wash the dark heart clean
Dead words that ricochet to lands unseen
Dreams of a love that's so concealed
Fearing words that may shatter my whole being

Handle with care it's fragile
The glass heart aka the dark heart
Yes, the black heart

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