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A Living Dead I'm

?? A Living Dead I'm ?? ©?Abdul Qudus Olamilekan Yisa. --------------------------------------------------------------- Like an appearance of a full moon's fall, the light of her love illuminated my heart, in the presence of no light, which was once nightfall. and like a grumble of a thunder, it awakens my feelings and weakens my lion's heart. She made me tasted the sweetness of love, and me, thought that my story had ended up like that of bitter-leaf. Unknown to me, she is a serpent; and like the devil she should be shoved. for she traumatized me with a sheaf of arrows and planted in me unbearable grief. Alas! my heart, which was locked like a door, opened wide like a sea. for a devilish woman who disguised like an angel, Oh, what a pity! My nose couldn't smell a serpent nor did she write it on her face for me to see. and I must say, my nose and eyes are wicked. If not, I'd have known if she was a devil or an archangel. Had I known, she's who she is, I wouldn't have drowned in an ocean encapsulated with the sweetness of emotion. Therefore, every woman without intrinsic beauty is nothing but ashes. whence, they deserved not to live under roofs but in the forest to be abandoned. My blood circulated with sorrow, emotions ran thru my head like electricity. where is that bimbo? who will takes me out of this eccentricity. She promised to stand by me in thick and thin, Unknown to me, she would fade suddenly like the moon. to turn to sorrows and griefs, my grin; and made my happiness far from me; and attuned. A new beginning for the tranquility I felt when I met her. but suddenly, the light of her love turned to a knife which stabbed my heart. without telling me before, my err. and her sweetness turned to bitterness in my heart. I thought I've found my Juliet but all of a sudden turned to my bullet, I thought I'd found my world but all of a sudden turned to ordinary words. O' world, look at someone whom I loved dearly giving me a gauntlet! Is it a crime to love? Please, give an answer to that question in a word. She turned me into a Livin' Dead. Like a fish without gills. gruesome pain Ihave been feeling since she left me alone in the deep and dark ocean of love. and if it dries, I'm able to fill it with tears, the rill. but nevertheless, I won't quake with fear even if the wind shoves. Though, the fate and will of God shall come to pass. For man's purposes, God disposes what we desire might be the best in our sight. but God knows the best, let's dance to the beat of his bass and I believe at the end we will be delight. If we try to change the will of God, we will regret our actions. what was destined is already written in book of the holistic, when something happened we shouldn't be craven, because God has kept for you, the one that's aesthetic —The Noble Versifier ??   Qoys ????

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Date: 4/14/2024 9:53:00 AM
My dad always used to say there's always something better waiting round the corner. And it's their loss
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Date: 4/14/2024 9:48:00 AM
A heartfelt poem, very expressive, It's not often some gentleman express there feelings, Am not annoyed you wrote bimbo, IV been let down in life also, people seem to tell you what they think you like to hear when it suits them when the honeymoon period is over then true colours start to show. Not all people are the same. It's better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust man. We human we make mistakes,v sadly some people change their mind .
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Date: 2/20/2024 8:47:00 PM
Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 2/18/2024 2:34:00 PM
I'm not sure that too many ladies here will appreciate the use of the term "bimbo," but we'll see how goes. Otherwise your poem is filled with palpable angst and interesting metaphors
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