Demilade Ayomiposi Malia Joseph by Adejola Joseph an award winning poet. Author of Cracks On The Walls .
Demilade
Spring out of ocean
Water in the desert
My sweetest princess
You are the epitome of beauty
Virtuous than all the glamours of rubies
My daughter
My pearl
I love you so much
I love you.
Categories:
glamours, child,
Form: Free verse
The glamours, tuxedo looks
of the hollow wooden body
tuned perfectly with its four
strings manages to embody
a heavenly favor of sad energy
as a bow is drawn across its strings.
Its notes waltz upon my soul
and awakens and pulls against
my attuned heartstring imagery.
Its soothing chords being played
captivate, while joyful warm tears
swell and slowly flow.
Priceless, merry thoughts of my children
growing up long ago, playing ball
in the summers or on a wooden
sled in the snow.
The absents of my husband I dearly miss,
coming home exhausted from work;
I'd wrap my arms around him
then lean back and smile,
the love we had for each other.
The sad sounds the violinist awoke
from the violin as they played;
memories never to be forgotten.
8/8/2024
Categories:
glamours, love, sad,
Form: Free verse
Chasing rabbits, unending distractions
Forever falling, upside down actions
Limited expectations, traveling hues
Sunken ships, washed away clues
Face-off illusionary fears, go through
Sparkling glamours, fantasy floo
Unlocked doors, keys of initiation
Bewildering mazes, limitless creation
Spoken silences, incognito vibes
Natural simplicity, collective tribes
*Eagle Sun Ki*
Categories:
glamours, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
T'was not the sun that caught mine eye
The shine reflected from nearby
The faces, golden in the field
With more light than the moon doth yield
There wild flowers, the like of which,
If true to hue, could make one rich
The land itself seems turned to gold
And if I were, myself, so bold
A bouquet of this gold I'd pick
And try to learn it's magic trick
The wealth that these bright flowers yield?
The truth of Faery gold revealed
The glamours of the tales of old
That turned to dust once they were sold
Perhaps they were but flowers bright
Whose colour faded in the night
For anybody having seen
This shock of gold amidst the green
Might think themselves in faeryland
With magic lying close at hand
Categories:
glamours, beautiful, fairy, flower, imagery,
Form: Couplet
Olaitan Bakare
You are the moon that shines in the night,
You are the kiss that cannot be forgotten,
You are the child that must not cry out loud;
The sun that speaks for freedom to the captive.
The love that knows no bond but nurishes,
You are the legs that must not walk long
The flower that smiles so good and re-activate
Love in the air to all.
Lady O.L.A,
You are a straight line star drawn by God
You are the image in every man's eyes,
The beauty of the world, a special jewel
Made by God on the creation day;
The precious bead worn by men of courage.
You are the light of the world that
Shine brighter than the moon.
Omalicha,
You are the beauty that glamours and glows
The maker of rain of love and empowerment,
You are the voice that breaks the prison brass
And set the captives free; your voice breaks the wind.
You are the smile that ease thousand pains.
Ugochinyere,
The owner of my humble heart
Olaitan, I love, your beauty I cherish;
Your voice breaks the prison walls.
You are the breath of mankind that
Nevr get contaminated by evil.
#JCV
Categories:
glamours, africa, age, anti bullying,
Form: Blank verse
Dusk, the end of day, harbinger of effervescent night
see how dusk slinks to night in shadowed rivulets
running, rivulets of blue black; see how it puddles
outlining the corpse of cypress, puddles faded and fated
for the fated depth of moonless dark fills with siren sounds.
The scratching sound of thorn on glass, the howl of wind
a whispering wind, shroud winding through the forests edge
calling toward the unkempt edge of garden bed
where bedded was the maudlin maid of ending day.
Day, a dusky wench who, yet again, glamours the light,
perfuming light the air with vapors which taunt,
taunt the dim and omnipresent night.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Wreath on the Flavor of Dusk
Date: 8/5/12
Categories:
glamours, nature,
Form: Verse
Animation...imagination,
what's your subjective fixation?
Character's caricatured,
what's the true meaning of culture?
Silhouette's dancing their empty minuets
walking chalklines... trying to forget,
aoristic encumbrance trapped by horizon
self requited state,inescapable oblivion...
Disillusioned by glamours firework spectacle
existing amongst the crowded theatrical,
hard to distinquish the real from the unreal
only to settle for compromised deals...
Truth and error...more than,right or wrong,
mighty is the truth,more mighty than the strong
subjective truths from undeveloped compartments,
objective of the soul,is to form at-one-ment...
Our humanity shouldn't become such a detriment,
all we need is a little enlightenment...
Categories:
glamours, philosophy
Form: Free verse
Once sitting on the roof-top at 2 o' clock midnight
I heard the silence and depth of love,
where the silence whispers'
and the deepness calms,
What I heard, is the relation of true love.
Through the silence of this darkness,
and through the dark of this deepness..
what i realized at that very moment,
the real meaning of love.
once sitting on the roof-top at 2 o' clock midnight,
I felt the wind touching me as my love..
where the softness soothes
and the warmth grows,
what i felt the real touch of my love.
Through the softness of this warmth,
and through the warmth of this touch,
what I felt at that very moment,
the kiss from my love.
once sitting on the roof-top at 2 o' clock midnight,
I saw the darkness shinning at my love,
where the darkness glaze,
and the shinning glamours,
what I felt the real passion for my love.
Through the darkness that glaze,
and through the glamour that shines,
what i realized at that very moment...
those beautiful eyes, the wealth of my love.
Categories:
glamours, imagination, love, passion
Form: Romanticism