Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: narrative poetry

  • Sandia Mountain 2

    I miss the sight of Sandia Mountain—its quiet congregation of morning clouds,brief visitors dissolving in the first light. On the bus, with the window as a frame,I witness a slow-moving masterpiece:mountain, sunrise, cloud—a trinity that feels intentional. Sandia follows me, or so it seems,a steadfast citadel keeping paceno matter which road I take.I wonder what…

  • Protected: Love From Afar

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  • Updated: Tale of The Wildwoods: When Summer Arrived!

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  • Exercise: Imagine

    While this isn’t poetry, let’s consider it a small exercise. Imagine you have the power to choose your feelings every day. What options would you select? Happiness or sadness Flowers or weedsPossibilities or adversitiesPlenty or scarcityLove or hateGreen or grayPeace or conflictBeginning or end Your choices shape your reality. If you’re having a tough day,…

  • You and I

    Love is the heartbeat of life; it’s the force that brings joy, connection, and meaning to our existence. Without it, everything else feels incomplete. Always make it a point to express your love to those who matter most, verbally or in acts. A little affection goes a long way in strengthening your bond and creating…

  • Maybe

    Maybe shadows tell stories tooMaybe the beautiful patternsOf crawling earthwormsAre Mother Earth’s signatureMaybe the trail left by snails & snakesAre stories on the dirtMaybe the silhouette of treelinesIs a natural art unknown, yetMaybe we dream of being the rainOr the sun, or the moon, or the windTo travel the world and see its breadthMaybe heartbeats…

  • Twilight

    What’s your favorite sunset moment? I have created an imaginative piece for lovers. Well, love is the greatest magic ever. Good night. *** Warm evening blankets lurk behindWhen the golden sunset float ahead,Heralding end of daylightSo let’s watch it go in installments,Let’s feel the soft airs traverseDrift with pure graceThrough our hair and coatsIt gets…

  • Love Challenge 4: Reason

    Be the reason someone sings in joy and happiness.

  • Moonlight Dance

    Let’s dance under the moonlightListen to the crickets screech outShare those smiles we have learnedBe grateful for a lovely evening tryst

  • Cold Night

    Stars came looking for the moonNightfall their fine playing groundWith cold hands of night blowingLovers turn to a sack of warmth

  • Ocean Rhythm

    See the evening tide crash into rocksHear the flying birds call to retreating dayListen to your heartbeat with the rhythm of natureLet yourself soar with the ocean current

  • Sunrise

    Sunrise reminds us all of new beginnings Sunrise reminds me of a new startThe gloom and cold are goneI hear the birds sing once againAnd the squirrel’s cheerful sport

  • Rise & Shine

    I watch the gold dawnPrompting the sky stain,Impressive and grandSudden breezes andOptimistic birds sing This morning broughtThe smell of life aboutDamp clay and mistsMany views of horizonsEmbedded in gold clouds Birds fly off in echelonCalling to the flying rankSpreading strong wingsI stretch my arms againIt’s time to rise & shine

  • The Night is Pregnant

    Now it’s raining again! The clouds quietly gather For Night is heavy with child And ready to yield pots of water! Lightning draw caricatures Across the blackened skies Frightening all who are awake These expectant clouds Or mischievous lightning Knew to keep heavy sleepers awake

  • Muse: If I Love

    If I do love youI would make a hut at the gatesDrum and call upon your nameI would write very long poemsSing in the dead of the nightSo it sounds among the ancient hillsWith Echo, the talkative spirit of Air Start a stunning WordPress blog here.

  • Love

    Love is a song written On care & truth panes

  • Memories

    Breezes bring memories; mild rosy fragrance, They played and sang of the Nightingale, We wait to tryst, yearning for a lovely sunset

  • Love Poem: Best Sunset

    We wonder what it meant To follow orange twilights As it glides down the horizon Leaving all for the evening But the silhouette of love The best we keep for ourselves Staring into your pretty eyes Is my favourite sunset moment

  • Love Poem: Memory

    For love’s memoryI cherish this dose,This care, your beauty,Every time the sun roseI remember this feeling

  • The Shepherd’s Song

    Tut, tsi, tsii, tuut, tsiiWill you think I was talking to myself?Haha, not in any way! I call to my sheep that waySo we bond, we use a special codeAnd when they spread over the grasslandI sit to play my guitar- singing HallelujahQuivering fingers, dry in the noon sun,Taste of dew on my lips, a…

  • Africa my Continent | Njabulo N.

    Africa my continent,The land of our ancestors,The home to beautiful nature and diverse species,That sings humming songs,Even on cold weathers and rainy seasons.Africa my continent,Africa my pride,The land of the black blood,Flowing down my veins,That irrigates all the beautiful fields.Africa my continent,Africa my land of learned youths,Knowledgeable generation,With a beautiful and bright future. Africa my…

  • Night Poem: Stars

    The cold night callsStars glow up the skiesPicturing many talesStories only told by sight,So the Shepherd feels allFrom his fluffy bed of wool

  • Evening

    A tranquil evening is nature’s way Of welcoming a weary shepherd, Sunset – thoughtful views herald, Memories where trees dance And soft grasses wait when birds fly home

  • For You

    For you, I will continue to loveWhen your hair falls by your side, I see your mouth pout, my heart leaps insideSo the sun sets sail, to days where our youth fade like falling tree leaves;To establish memories of us, our experiences, felt and unfelt to relive

  • Night Rain

    Fresh air stirRaindrops fallHard roof drums

  • Sunset

    I wonder why you hide behind the hills and cloudsShying away from the approaching eveningLetting birds fly in echelon, a farewell callingTree reflections on the waters like ragsWhen bass voiced frogs resumed their songsHundreds of vocalists singing, in harmonyThe cream coloured clouds melt awayAs queer images draw across the skies,Shepherds call to sheep from the…

  • Changing Skies

    We sang of a proud cloudOnce of love and benevolence,Rains when there is heartbreak in loversShines in the cold hands of the windAnd allows the green to shed the fields Now we live under a sky that changes apparitions when stirred

  • Fade

    Nothing compares to speeches made by the eyes,When memories tumble into faint sighsWhen this glamour fade before morningOn fallen tree leaves, where once we played,A reminder of sadness – the demise of a unionOne which was once but could not be seen

  • Muse: Night

    Daylight shrink offEvening breeze howlClouds are orangeWhen birds fly awayThe cold night is nigh

  • Muse: Rejoice (2)

    My heart rejoices, but why I can not say!The sun has risen, the land is goldenThe firmament is bright, blue and greyDews melt, trees dance, flowers openI rejoice for the lights which have come,For the love which I see all about me,For the little fine hamlet, I call homeI rejoice in her immense beauty So…

  • Rainmaker’s Tale

    When the green neighbourhood dance to the call of the wild one. Dark are the skies; darker even are the clouds that stalk the rain. The wind came swift and slow; rushing at times as petals of flowers dance. To the music of the coming rain; to lullabies that made heads bounce. And to the…

  • Silhouette

    It is the sunsetSmiling up those hillsNothing left behindBut silhouettes of loveI stand before you, you before meSharing, staring into those blue eyes, While the sunsetQuietly before us

  • Night Poem: Bald Moon

    Misty tasteBald moonshineLonely silhouettes

  • Like Vs Love

    When you like a flower you pluck it, but when you love a flower, you water it – Japanese quote

  • When Night Is No Man’s Friend

    The dark know many a fury When from the back of hills Shadows, fog play on paths When the moon is weary And the cold grip of rebuff, Of howling, unholy laughter Frighten the quiet evening, Sending chills down spines The path is hidden in smog Throwing over the hamlet A blanket of fear and…

  • First Drop

    The first drop of moisture upon earthThe ground rejoice in tumbling lotsUltimate love, overwhelming sootheAs tiny drips, numerous puddles createAnd smell of wet clay wake with the dirt

  • Flower| Robin Bliss

    Wandering slowly down the streetMoving dead beat weary feetWanted to go out,get some airSo exhausted, as I can bearSeeing flattened wooden benchSitting on it makes some senseResting now my tired bonesWith a sigh and quiet groans Thinking I’ve had enough of lifeWith this illness so much strifeThen I saw a flower growingHow it got there…

  • Muse: Granny’s Clay Pot

    Memories Most traditional pots in Igboland are made from moulded clay dried in kilns. In times past, the Igbo society is well known for pottery. Water collected from streams and springs is fed into the big pot. So through the night, the clay pot makes the water chill. In the morning, a cup of water…

  • Tweets

    Lovely tweets From treelines Hot midday

  • Morning Aura

    This dawn, the mist,Evoked a modest tone The smell of the lush forestOver nature’s fair kindness

  • Memories

    The night is young and lonelyStars keep the herder companyMoonlight, of hazy illumination It reminds him of his dear one

  • Muse: Starry Night

    Starry nightDreamer’s mateWishful thoughts

  • Tree Leaves Fall

    Tree leaves fall Happy loops Dreamy wind

  • Lullaby: Starry Night

    Lovely starry nightOne of bright galaxiesOf breezy wind & cold.Lonely against the dampMists are to the villageSo pathways are hidden.In the solitary darknessAre branches of the IrokoStanding like lonely knights,Waiting to stab their victim.Let the huts in the valleyEngage in tonight’s fantasyA momentous time, a lullaby

  • Valentine’s Day Quote

    The best thing to hold onto in life is each other – Audrey Hepburn

  • Falling for you by Chidiebere A. Okoroji

    Love don’t really cost a dime,Love also isn’t worth dying for,Love shouldn’t be a criteria for kindness,Love should be expressive,And not impressive. Yet, sometimes love spills,It causes us to get ill,Love in return becomes the pill,So much in love to fill,Love is truly the will. I’m falling for you,Cos you light up my day,These flowers,…

  • Uganda

    Hills rise & fall Now the sky is vast Trees are green, All images of the countryside, Of flowery bouquets Fair birds sing & sail From trees on zeniths If we must listen, When they engage the world, Then we need to be silent When trees look on And grasses swerve It’s cos the wind…

  • Quote: Don’t Give Up

    How high can a sycamore grow? If you cut it down, you will never know – Pocahontas

  • 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…

  • Try Again

    This piece is tilted more to advise. Dear friends, ever failed? Try again. Try Again Ever tried and failed? Try again Ever loved someone But it went down the drain? Don’t give up, try again! Ever applied for anything And yet find life wanting? Don’t give up, try again! Ever trusted someone But got disappointed…