Poetry 3
Love hurts me
You say often
That you love me
You chant it
You mutter it
You whisper it
You sing it
But your love hurts me
When you curse me
You say you cherish me
That you treasure
The feelings we share
But you nag me
You verbally abuse my fragile soul
This love of yours hurts me
I try so much to make life
Better and easier for both of us
But receive no appreciation from you
I take it that you simply
Have a hurtful love for me
- Ugochukwu Durueke
Love's hermit
Show me a place where no misery lives
Take me to a place where I can give, and give
All one hundred per cent of me
I must be at the place I want to be
The place I want you to take me
To tremble in your arms with passion
When you love me completely and experience the fusion
Of mind, body, soul and spirit
That's it
That very alluring pleasure I long for
Upon me seems unlikely to visit, this love-exiled hermit
- Ann-Marie Wilmot
Easter love
To find yourself you have to reappear
if you lose someone, search your heart dear
I lost myself in this love trial
I found my soul in self-denial
You lost your faith in the darkness of the night
not finding any hope in the lack of light
Easter lilies in a vase stand proud
with petals wide open, but making no sound
Teardrops on the window that lie still
young girl with wrong love folding her last will
- Karam T-Narg
Pensive
Slowly slipping back to that place of suicidal solemnity
in which my skies are shrouded by darkness
it is silencing me with loneliness
and stifling me with sorrow
Stretching my limbs at imaginary stationery
rapidly inheriting senselessness
swimming in my thoughts again
- Shanese Whyte
Life
Where will I be in two years?
Will I be happy or a tolerant fool?
My life's aura seems to be dimming so often
What am I to do?
My life's worth seems to mean nothing
I am trapped in a tangled web that I have helped to knit over the years A web without doors
Long road, hard road, dark road
Empty, confused
Who am I?
How long will I have to study this thing called life?
Is my graduation near?
Only the Saviour knows
- Latoya Brown
Blinded by love
I can't see the bad in you
I'm oblivious to the wrong you do
I see no physical imperfection
There are no blemishes to your complexion
Your talent shines, taking all from the sun
They see all your failures
I see victories to be won
To them slowly; to me surely, you are rising above
Or maybe they're right
I'm just blinded by love
To some your style may be a bit over the top
But I see nothing to add and absolutely nothing to drop
Your attitude is one often misconstrued
They need to look deeper, think those thoughts anew
Your personality embeds all that's good and kind
Like a breath of fresh air
With you I feel revived
You're never one to accept defeat; you always find a way to rise above
Too bad they can't see all that's visible to me
They continue to believe I'm just blinded by love
- Shanice Thomas