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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

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Canadian Poem love love poems

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

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love Nature Poetry

Hibiscus with 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

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Africa, Poetry and Love love poems Poetry

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 to and damaged
3. You fall in love without noticing, and you end up rising in it because of your joy and happiness

I hope you will enjoy reading the poem, if you experience any challenges as you are reading, I’m here to help out.

Enjoy the rest of your evening.

Thank You – Njabulo N.


You fall in love at a tender age,
Hoping to be loved much better tomorrow,
More than you were loved today and yesterday.
That blinds your eyes and mind,
Not noticing that you are growing apart,
Then you decide to call it quit over silly things.
Look at you now with so much regrets,
Written all over your skin and face,
Tears and heartbreak of a fragile human being.
You think that was not love.
It was love, a true one,
For what you know love to be.
It was not that deep like an ocean,
You were still young,
You were blinded by fairy tales and fantasies,
That happened in your head,
As you watched love performances.

Colour of love
You are not as hard as I had imagined you to be.
You fell in love,
You made yourself vulnerable and you got hurt,
I’m pretty sure you learnt your lesson,
You are now strong as a tortoise shell.
Fact that you passed all this,
Great pain, damage, lies and betrayal.
You have grown,
You know what you love about love,
You know what you don’t love about love.
Since you can’t read people’s mind,
You are now cautious, careful, closed and considerate,
Because you own a fragile loving heart.
This love taught you so many things,
Look at yourself,
You now know what you want and what you don’t.

The third colour of love,
Beware of the love that comes blindly,
Without any warming as it creeps on you silently.
This is the love that always get you,
You can paint the walls red,
But all that will be washed out.
Now you started to care about that person,
Without even trying to let it slide.
You don’t allow yourself to get lost in their eyes daily,
That is when you see beauty in their imperfections,
Not hiding even a single thing from them.
Look, you even want to get married to them,
Have a family together,
You thank the universe for them,
You just love them,
Without hiding your emotions

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Africa, Poetry and Love love poems nature poems Poetry rhyme

Poem: Sail away

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

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Love and Christianity Pastoral Poetry reflection rhyme Series tips

August Poem

august

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

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Africa, Poetry and Love love poems nature poems

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! You and I my love are,
Sitting together on the couch.
Our arms are around each other.
Bodies snuggled close.
In this warmly heated
Lounge room, in love.
You smile at me.

I smile at you.
No need for words.
Two happy contented people.
Very deeply in love.
Deeply in love
With you.

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Africa lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

A Tree Poem

Sitting under a long leafy tree
On a mild and serene noon
With Nature’s finest creatures;
A stray buzzing bee,
A colony of black ants,
A handful of wild mushrooms,
And some twittering birds
Cool breeze blew at intervals
Bringing smell of cattle to me
While tree leaves tried to see
Those who took refuge under her shade
Blushing at the admiration on our eyes,
Falling off in excitement and glee
While fruits dangle with the wind.
What sight and moment it is!
Of cute plumage on birds,
Or a quiet and calm noon
With man enjoying a tree’s warmth!


Image by ‘Jindu Iroegbu

Originally written: March 14, 2015

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Africa culture/tradition education Igbo culture Love and Christianity Nature Pastoral Poetry

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 warriors, home with wild beasts
Painted with scary colors of chalk and charcoal

My soul longs to scout the green forest and sniff out hares
To sit with and learn of the elders’ wisdom
And to eat the round, reddish bitter kola nut

My soul longs to see the appearance of the full moon
And how she may light the town center at night

My soul longs for the long, quiet and sunny day
In a far away hamlet, saved from wild bird calls
And dancing tall trees in the morning harmattan wind

My soul longs to hear the winds speak
To make rain fall and shepherd the cattle,
To calm a weary horse, and feed my chicken

My soul longs to see the wild
To ride through fields of Baobab
And to drink local juice brewed myself
To travel on a safari to East Africa
And dine with the Masai who fright Lions

My soul longs for thee beautiful African homeland!

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Africa Nature Pastoral Poetry

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

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Masoyina*: Hausa language for my love.

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Love and Christianity Poetry

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 assure me of undying love even as age chastise us?

Joy is my love when I see your happy self look at me
Conveying words that only my gladdened heart see!

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Africa Poetry

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,
And it compliments women are scam,
The diagnosis is scanned.
You initiated this relationship,
So as to please me,
Please the very excuse of love,
Or essences of mine,
I have to carry the cross,
From eight to nine mile,
But right there, you never mind,
Your always kind,
A distance love I rather find,
Blew away by the wind.
You an artist,
And you are very good at it,
A masterpiece Con-artist
You created me as an imagination,
And exploit me from your very creation,
You played me on both ends,
As lord, you word me out of life,
And piece my heart with your hate,
Which resonate the true you;
The thief with the devil’s knife,
Right there, you initiated me.
I was searching for what’s truly mine,
A motherly kind of love,
I was longing never minding the consequences,
Not until I met you,
Instead of love,
You deepen my inspiration,
My perception,
And right there,
You abuse my sexuality,
My spirituality
And my personality.
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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

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Poetry

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 love inspire me

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Poetry

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

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Poetry

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

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Poetry

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 smell great, same with the hands that planted them 

I have eaten my olive loaf quietly, in my mind I bake recipes that taste of your love 

Why honey, candy, sweet things melts in the mouth, your love melts in my heart 

Now I have seen my knee, I must knee before you, I must ask for another smile

To you I love, for you I loved, and you yourself I will continue to love

I see your hair fall by your side, I see your mouth pout in joy, I feel my heart leap inside

Your touch of victory I feel in me, one desire which I wouldn’t forget in life

And when I shall set sail to the days when our youth shall fade like falling tree leaves;

To my memories of you I will go, to the acquaintances, felt and unfelt I shall relive

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