Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: Love poem

  • Musing: my mood

    The love I have I can’t really tell The wind blows The trees dance The flicker of hope Dwelling in me hops In my heart, lives joy Seeing the clouds white And the sun shine Hearing from the Egrets And the mooing cattle Sitting amidst my street kids Playing soccer in the fields And waking…

  • Silent Thoughts

    silent thoughtsa gentle nightmemories sportand pillows softa starry twilightcheerful heartsto silence listenharmony knownbeginning and end

  • Evening Voices & Hues

    I hear the wind howl through the gapsWhispering, solemnly to the approaching duskI hear your name being sung, by fading rhymeOne hundred bird voices; flying towards sunset Green, and the taste of seasoned vegetablesPurple hues, of flowers and her fragrancesBlack and pink, of waddling pigeons, dressedHuhuhu-ing from the lonely rooftops Orange is sunset, a shade…

  • Rainmaker’s Poem

    When the green neighbourhood dance to the call of the wild oneDark are the skies; darker even are the clouds that stalk the rainThe wind came swift and slow; rushing at times as petals of flowers danceTo the music of the coming rain; to lullabies that made heads bounceAnd to the Forest people, to the…

  • Colours by Chidiebere A. Okoroji

    Poetry collection:Rough, Tough and Enough Colours are something we don’t hide,Even if it changes, it takes no side,One heart, one soul for a ride,Love, hate, trust all wild,My circle, my life, my faith, so wide. Colours digging fast for a dot,For a moment I went deep in thought,So much I wasn’t taught,These colours — in…

  • 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

  • Muse: Your Smile

    I’ve loved, severally… I don’t think I’ll ever get used to writing about love. I don’t think I would ever stop talking about it. Love moves the world around. Love is a force, energy, a sort of magic that many still can not define. I’ve fallen in love severally. I fell for the beautiful flowers…

  • Let Love

    Power Of Selflessness The truth is, without love no valid progress can be made. It’s surprising to learn how powerful love is and how this power can change the world we live in. Consider that governments can sign humanitarian pacts and withdraw from them at the last minute or if offended, women and children rights…

  • A Lover’s Muse

    Love Is Beautiful Love is a beautiful thing. Love is that perfect feeling, an elixir that brings life to death. Love is a unique virtue that tests even the strength of the mightiest, the wisdom of the wisest and ability of the humankind. It’s a colour that gives meaning to life. Love encompasses all virtues.…

  • Night Poem: Your Love

    I’ll tell the world what Your love means to me… Your love is kind and the peace that steers my boat, It’s the song of the bass guitar playing in my heart when the beats stop, It’s golden sunrise and the joyful birds singing about its glamour, It’s the serenity of walking alone and being…

  • Remind me of April

    Let’s compare beauty to this month, April of pleasant skies & pretty flowers Obvious on benevolent blue clouds Broad with bright weather & gardens Where light & dark storms linger With glowing sunrise & peaceful dusk Painting images of hope from wands Of stars featuring as a result of the vision

  • Love Poem: Remind me of the sun

    Your pretty face reminds me of the sun, When she rose from the back of many hills Dragging her gold blanket before farms So if I am to paint this beautiful muse I would imagine sunrise over wheat fields And fast approaching evening when birds fly home

  • Love poem: Tumbleweeds by Tracy Windisch-Mason

    tumbleweeds I send Love is a waterfall with A river behind come back to me in the end

  • Hibiscus by Elizabeth Amarachukwu Okafor

    Red petals, green tan Three singing hornets And a happy, happy sun Hovering above the scent Marrying my words with yours is so good a hibiscus. Scenting every phrase with juice

  • Three Colours of Love by Njabulo N

    Good evening. Today I will share with you THREE COLOURS OF L♡VE poem. In one’s lifetime one may experience only three kinds of love: 1. You love at a young age and let everything go down the drain because of stupid things 2. You fall in love and along the journey you get hurt, lied…

  • Poem: Sail away

    Evening skies – sparkle of gold, Brewing mills across the clouds, While it may sail to faraway lands

  • August Poem

    August is a beautiful month and my month of birth. In seven days time I’ll be a year older. Have a beautiful month!

  • Winter Love by Robin Bliss

    Looking at the plum tree. Seeing the dark bare, Skeleton like branches, Black against the dreary clouds. Stripped by Winters cold, Of its blanket of leaves. The ashen, dingy clouds. Are dripping raindrops. This fine misty rainfall. Is moved forwards by a, Languid, lethargic breeze, Coming strait from Antarctica. This bitterly cold midwinter day. But!…

  • A Tree Poem

    Sitting under a long leafy treeOn a mild and serene noonWith Nature’s finest creatures;A stray buzzing bee,A colony of black ants,A handful of wild mushrooms,And some twittering birdsCool breeze blew at intervalsBringing smell of cattle to meWhile tree leaves tried to seeThose who took refuge under her shadeBlushing at the admiration on our eyes,Falling off…

  • My Soul Longs for Thee

    My soul longs for thee, dear motherland To run the patched dusty red muds And to swim in the rivers crisscrossing all over you Let me climb the trees of your forests And drink from the shallow streams My soul longs to nibble the tender pumpkin seeds Freshly cut from hilly farms To dance with…

  • Masoyina (My Love)

    Love is when you stare into my eyes To smile when we got no reason to It gives me pleasure to love you, masoyina* And I cherish that I do every sunset **** Masoyina*: Hausa language for my love.

  • A lovers poem

    Will you stare into my eyes when I say I missed you, To see the strings that hold my heart melt before your gaze And the fire in my soul dance for the joy of beholding you? Will you hold these tired hands and caress it As a skilled guitarist would with his instrument To…

  • Initiated Relationship by Okoroji Chidiebere Alexander

    I was drunk last night, Thinking about your very words, How this our love is an initiation, And not a relationship, What I call, inspired spirituality. You accosted the actions, While prolonging your decisions, You never truly loved me, Will it be best I say; You rather used me, I have heard men are scum,…

  • Muse: To the end of the Day

    Towards the end of the day I shall lay my head on your thighs To behold the glittering stars

  • Muse: Piece of me

    I give you a piece of me To share in my personal joy, To share in my stories and tales I give you my time To prove how valuable you are, To record each second we live I give you a piece of me To prove to you how much I care, And how your…

  • Spring water

    When there was love I saw the white clouds Crystal clear Like the sweet spring Leaping in joyful haste To lands that thirst For the life-giving water

  • You are my Muse

    You are the lyrics in my songs, The green woods my being longs for You are the taste of sweet wine Which drops last on my tongue Memories of you are wild Like poetry you are my joy

  • Musing of a Lover

    I have thrown caution to the wind, and when I looked back I caught you staring Your smiles warm my heart as the suns mildness upon the Earth on summertime The birds sing on the branches outside, to me it is a welcome song of you and your voice The grasses around the Rose flower…