Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: a narrative poem

  • Love Poem: Vocal Night

    A host of shrieking crickets,A plethora of abundant frogs,And birds of vocal strengthPerform a chorus tonight,Wistful, thawing rhythms, soft,Saved for a dull night,For two gentle heartsRest in natural silence. I listen to your heartbeatIn my embrace, this night.

  • Hope

    I heard the wind:‘Cry no more, child‘

  • Tale of a Moonless Night

    there’s no moon tonight,just littering galaxies,there’s pitch darknesson the path leading homeshadows grip the passerbywe are told night is no friend. this night of unusual aura,thoroughly cold and dreamy,of hills surrounded by mists,and a village amidst a relic,dreams are not far awaythe night sounds are lullaby. flickering lights come aliveunnatural solar lamps glintgreen forest and…

  • Morning

    Windy fog, glad yawns,Up the hill, a quiet townMisty paths, bird tunes,All, green forest’s muse

  • Even Trees Talk || Arunav Barua

    Hearing is not akin to listening, I heardI hear, do I also listen to the talking bird?One day is spent as another, only free nowFrom the monotonous repeat, tell me how… Give me a canvass that is as white as snowPut in some colours, pictures that reveal, showThe way to a heart is through words…

  • When by Robin Bliss

    When I leave this bodyFor a better place.Don’t cry or weep for me.For I am with you always,And always means forever. When you step outside and,Feel the wind on your face.It’s just my lips kissing you gently.When the wind catches your hairIt is my fingers playing softly. I am the sun shining from a sky…

  • Muse: My Sunshine

    Love is magical. I don’t know what else is Below is a quick muse, written from the heart. And, this heart is full of love. Hopefully, it will find its missing piece. You’re sunshine, The one who plays Strings of my heart

  • I See The Morning Sun

    I heard the morning sun Sing to the village below Through cream-colored curtains Her poems echo from moments ago. I see sunflowers dance by the roadside, Throwing sweet fumes up into the sky. I see a dried crust of loose brown earth, Coloring pastures where several termites dwell in broken, collective settlements. I see the…

  • Muse: Candlelight

    See how her pretty light flickers Throwing the light on my papers As tongues of fire She seeks to be admired For even the wind has come To flirt and rest awhile

  • Night’s Haiku

    Moon ball round Pitch-black cloud Night’s quiet lot

  • My Father’s Hill

    It’s chilly down this valleyAs this village is immersedIn between these ancient hillsWalked by my father, and his fathersI find it spectacular to be home,To family where it all beganI’m a king, after all, tells my heart

  • Say You Believe Me

    The past won’t make me think less of us The worlds pain and hurts won’t either So I invented a formula to love you, To make you smile in several ways, Tell you the story of the tall giraffe And how she ate the sick moon half, Perhaps we can act the noisy two You,…

  • Amuse: The Hill

    A few miles away, stood a hill Which the simple villagers revere It is said that all cold and wind Came from the foot of the hill And so the villagers admired it, If their day was cheerless and hot It is that someone angered it, Took a piss on roots by the hillside Or…

  • Haiku: Misty Moon

    Misty moon Twilight verse Wishes wait

  • Night Poem: Dream Away

    Your voice wakes the wild nature in me When you sing the lyrics gladden my soul I adore those moments you look over your shoulder To catch my happy stare; as you dance away, laughing *** You dress like tulips that grow on the farmyard Fresh, delicate pink, lively as green bean pods Scenting the…

  • Wilderness in the Skies

    There’s wilderness in the skies, Embellished with many galaxies Of numerous twinkling stars— Cosmic jewelry, Playing peek-a-boo With folks down below. Once upon a time, A moment of thought On a journey called life.

  • Life, A Walk In The Park

    Life is like a walk in the wooded green park Where strange fine flowers and plants grow, And pests; rodents, bunnies and insects abound On the roadside will be mistletoes, thorny roses, even cactuses With so many harmless weed plants sprouting all about They hurt if one touches them and won’t If one will let…

  • Fresh Start

    Waking sun reminds of onsetsFor the past is kept without,So light dew may bless the moment

  • Night Poem: Setting Sun

    Favourite pastime My favorite moment of the day is sunset. The golden rays of the setting sun reveal a lot to me: better is the end of something than its beginning. Watching the sun fall reminds me that my soul will remain an infant. I don’t want to get used to it. It heals a…

  • Muse: Dear Starry Night

    Dear starry night, Friend of the lonely shepherd Attend to these heartbeats So that the night aura be grand Play the silent music of night Chart a path for this heart Where flowery dreams sprout Sweet & memorable moments With the approaching twilight Permit these emotions to pause At the sunset golden gate Let it…

  • Art

    Art means many things to different people. For me, art is an identity. This is an image from a friend from Algeria. I asked her to let me use it as this post’s picture. Hadjer is an artistic engineer. She loves painting and dreams of establishing a studio. Art is the beautyWe see up the…

  • Bright Night

    The gorgeous galaxy serenade the earthA shooting star skips singing a ballad of loveThe night is bright, filled with lovely memories

  • Hearts

  • Love Poem: Tryst

    Breezes carry your memory, a mild, rosy fragrance. The wind may sing far into the quiet darkness, but we wait patiently, craving our happy tryst.

  • Love As Living Water

    Love as a precious elixir, green, and blue, full of many hues, pure like the sweet spring – leaping water, living waters, flowing fast, east and west, rushing to distant lands. I long to fetch this life-giving source, this vibrant zest of vitality, so that the glorious spring may birth a new beginning one that…

  • Joy

    Weeping may endure the night, joy comes in the morning Let daybreak bring happiness; look out and share this joyful self; there are many reasons to smile.

  • Cheer For Love

    I cheer you to this drama; not Romeo’s, nor Juliet’s, One for everyone, under the full glare of the setting sun tide So stand aside, and let this new dance learned to unfold, Come beloved, allow this moment to bless our lands, Let me tell love stories and prove how love can set all free

  • Drumming Downpour

    Ecstatic wind establishes tricky pools; rumbling thunderclaps are terrifying. Both endow gardens and roads with flooding. A hard downpour is the drummer of the rooftop; it declares a feast where drums arouse heavy sleep.

  • Peace

    Peace is like a journey of hope, Where throngs of colourful daffodils and dandelions greet, Peace is the quiet riverside, where tumbling brooks rush, And fishes halt to hear the rushing tides of water, Peace is this dreamy grassland, where green limbs shield, A citadel I run to when endurance & courage are hurt.

  • Muse: Listen To The Talking Drum

    Permit me to etch this melodious stanza upon your heart Let the verbal rhythm be greeted with this fair talking drum, Give me your ears, let them listen as lyrics tell of the night frog Who challenged the melodious nightingale to a song duel