Poem Written by Krystal Orellano Weldon © 2020
I just follow my heart at any condition. Continue reading Life is an Expedition
Tag Archives: love
Another Love Story
Written by Dr. Olusola O. Bamisile (BB)
I have heard a lot of stories about love
Some amazing and some sad
Earnestly waiting for the day I will start compiling mine
We Now Know It All
An Apoetsbrain Original © 2012
When it comes to love, there is nothing new or surprising anymore.
We now know it all.
In short, we know too much to expect too much.
Gone are the days when we knew not what to anticipate. Continue reading We Now Know It All
Fly
Featured Poem written by Joan Toluwani Amos ©
To the one with whom I share so many things in common Continue reading Fly
Dear Pink
Featured poem written by Cynthia Wulan ©
Dear
Darling, get up
Happiness awaits you Continue reading Dear Pink
Language Lover
Featured Piece written by Meg Paulsen ©
I know only how to touch
without hands,
and therein lies the catch:
I’m holding a face I cannot speak to,
tracing a tongue that cannot receive
the gold I grow on my lips
nor taste you in the names I give it. Continue reading Language Lover
Thinking Of You
I Refuse to Believe It
“I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality…. I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word.”
~ Martin Luther King, Jr. Continue reading I Refuse to Believe It
To Be Alive
“When you arise in the morning think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive, to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.”
~Marcus Aurelius
Another Love Story
Written by Dr. Olusola O. Bamisile (BB)
I have heard a lot of stories about love
Some amazing and some sad
Earnestly waiting for the day I will start compiling mine
Randoms #2
“His voice brings me back slowly but surely to that moment
Poem: Another Love
I want a love that never dies.
Love that is not restless and full of lies. Not a love that is proud and full of contempt.
You told me that you love me. Yet i see that your love is selfish.
Your love is just there so you can get a good sleep at night.
Your love has no concern for my joy.
Your love has no concern for my peace of mind.
Your love is in the knowledge you derive from authority.
Your love is one that only pushes to prosperity.
It does not taste of sweetness.
It tastes of grease.
Your love is like the scrapping of a nail across the wall.
It is like the sound of a machine ridden with friction.
Your love does not taste like honey. It tastes like scented candle wax.
It does not feel like home, it feels like faux pas.
Yet, i did gain a lot from your brand of love.
From your temperamental love i learnt to control my temperament.
From your insensitivity i learnt to be sensitive.
From your earnest pride and thirst for power, i learnt the art of subtlety and humility.
From your many words, i listened for silences.
From your silences i heard a thousand words.
From your manipulation i learnt resistance.
Now however, i am venturing into a new love.
I am panting to achieve a love that never dies.
A love that is not selfish. A love that is not manipulative.
A love that is mutual. A love that understands. Not a love that is always right, or a love that dies at the blink of an eye.
I need a love that is powerful. One that can’t be shaken. A love that is proud but humble. subtle but sweet. One that tastes like honey and berries. Not of grease and dust.
~By Sandra C. Obiora
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~Rebirth~
Anew!
That is the time to come.
No more incredulity.
For now, love will be all around taking shape.
My soul prays for rosiness on her face.
I am in love with her forever.
Rebirth!
This is where it all begins
A loving heart;
Flourishing with warm passion.
The same heart that was afraid of losing.
Now love is coursing through and healing.
Pardoned!
Hopeful for a fellowship that lasts.
It is always good to expect in time.
Love always comes when I want it enough.
My mind had it all wrong.
Love wanted to say something to me in her own words.
Beautifully reborn!
Come, let us sit and count the stars.
Love shielding us in the night.
Love defending us in the day.
All that and many more will our days be.
Certain is her love for me, and mine for her!
Featured work by Emmanuel Cobby Osei-Mensah
Emmanuel appreciates artwork, poetry and creative music. He is currently a PhD student in Communication and Information Engineering, UESTC.
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