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Okwunna Steven Poem
When cupid took control of my pen,
I moved in reverse to the distance then,
And I tried to capture the piercing arrow that;
Thrust itself violently through my fragile heart…
It’s so difficult to love and fail to hold,
Especially when; in this heat, there’s so much cold,
I want to hold you close to my stripped chest,
And feel the warmth of your honeyed crest…
I have tried to banish from my mind,
This love that is now a concrete sign,
It stays deep down at the bottom of my heart,
And that’s why it has been so hard…
Not again will I love like this;
In constant want of your soothing kiss
The tempting warmth of your inviting look,
That has filled the pages of my empty book…
You’ve washed me clean this very moment,
Only by this your single statement,
Never again will I speak those words;
Gone forever should be the records…
Copyright © Okwunna Steven | Year Posted 2020
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Okwunna Steven Poem
Life, they say; is the best teacher,
For real; it's lessons sank a lot deeper,
Nothing else could give what life had to offer,
I came, I saw, and I also conquered....
Would it be right for life to have given me artificial?
Would it be fair if I say life's a bit partial?
I wouldn't say life was putting me on trial,
For it has been so harsh, treating me with so much denial...
Some say last born of the family,are well taken care of!
I wonder what went wrong in my case thereof;
It still bothers me how I offended my dearly beloved,
Because it seemed I never existed and they were better of...
I was born into a family of nine,
Having eight siblings; of which seven gendered feminine,
Yet, I lived as if Nigeria was experiencing a serious famine,
For years, I had no savings to call mine...
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Okwunna Steven Poem
I wonder if she knows I cry myself to sleep!
That, every second that passed; I continued to get weak.
Or that the nightmare wakes me up; screaming out her name…
That I feel I’m lost here, although everything looks the same.
Ever since she left, I hurt each passing day…
I no longer have a purpose, and I feel I’m in the way.
How pathetic I’ve become; always staring at my phone.
Praying that she’d call and say that she’s coming home
I constantly relive memories I’ve locked inside my head
I’ve painted a smile so no one knows am dead.
I hope she’s finally happy and doing what she does!
And though I feel so broken, it’s her I truly love
I cry because my heart aches badly
A heart-wrenching torment;
As all of the pieces of a broken me;
Shift around, incomplete, like a messed up puzzle…
I cry for all the times I wasn’t my best self
When she didn’t love me enough to forgive me…
When she didn’t see beyond my insecurities,
And when love made me feel so alone….
I cry because my pain is suppressed,
Knowing that she doesn’t love me unconditionally
Or takes the time to step into my pain
Without reminding me of how my hurt is of no consequence…
I hope she knows she’s choking the life out of me
As I hate myself for putting so much effort into love…
Love that loves reminding me that I’m a mess;
In love with someone who doesn’t really….love me!
She’s only intensely aware of what I do to her
And oblivious of what she does to me….
All inside of me is in ruins; as I think about;
Love, who says that I am hateful?
Unappreciative about love
Love that says I don’t know how to love her…
She is love!!!
Is she really love???
I can’t just help but Wonder…..
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Okwunna Steven Poem
I always knew I was going to be a man so great,
I saw it coming but I didn’t know It was going to be this late,
I put in a lot of effort and ran tediously like it was a relay;
No regrets though; because I learnt a lot despite all the delays…
If only I knew tomorrow, I'd live today like my last
Happily, I'll make every moment a blast;
I see nowadays how the youths only want to make it fast,
Alot of people are already suffering because of their mistakes in the past...
I was told we live in a terrible world,
A world compassed about with so much pressure...
So, I decided that I must overcome this world
But not allowing my past errors to reoccur...
Everyday I keep asking myself 'what is the next step',
Eyes in the skies; while looking for my next help
Our girls are so unsafe; we keep hearing of rape,
Even if you want to run, there's no way to escape.
Just a moment when you think that things has taken shape,
Enemies will come trying to offer you suggestive ways...
Death they say is no respecter of no-one
Isn't it weird to know that if someone dies, you'll see them no more
Often times, I wonder why we were created in the first place,
Afterall, we'll die someday leaving a lot of space...
Were we born fools, or were we born knowing all?
Are we growing wiser, or we just growing tall?
Is it true that one dies only to be born again?
If so, permit me to ask...what then is our own gain?
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Okwunna Steven Poem
Is it true there’s a balance in death when one gives birth?
Can you imagine a life without death?
It’s not much fun for a dog without rabies,
Imagine a world without enemies…
What actually is pleasure without pain?
Is it wise enough to make sales without gain?
What other reason has philanthropy if not fame?
How can I shoot points when I’ve got no aim!
Would it have been fun if Adam lived alone in the garden?
Would it be alright if a man never marries a maiden?
What's the essence of a scary movie if not to frighten?
Of what beauty has life, if there’re no enemies to threaten?
Would there be a living soul without a flesh?
I do not think there’re friend who never for once fought,
Ever wondered how it’ll be where there’s no food in a Nigerian wedding,
How happy is a couple without their little offsprings…
- Lyrical_phenom
Copyright © Okwunna Steven | Year Posted 2022
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It was no ordinary thing,
Neither was it a superfluous being,
Richly, it dwelt among us to reign,
Both on living and on non living things…
Its radiance could be seen during the day,
In its fullest bloom; it dazzles in dismay,
It goes out at dawn from its shady bay,
Just to ignite and radiate our ways….
I call you the old sunshine…..
For as long as the earth exists, you'll never cease to shine,
If only you were just mine,
Then I’ll make sure that the rain doesn’t undermine…
Without you; life would be so meaningless,
Though sometimes your heat gets us depressed,
But it’s only the person who wants success,
That will toil under the sun, without minding the stress…
Oh! How glorious you glow when you appear,
During winter, you become so rare,
Whenever we wash our clothes and you are not there,
You make us worry and we begin to fear…
When you were at your peak, many cried;
“what kind of sun is this” wont we get fried?
But whenever their clothes are not dried,
Your absence is always felt region-wide…
Through the ages, you shone like we were told,
“The old sunshine” that never gets old,
You dry up the rains into your manifold,
You’ve never been proud, always remained bold...
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They were warned but they wouldn't hear,
Their slogan was" we have nothing to fear "
They celebrated their sins with many bottles of beer
Not knowing that their end was very near...
They ignored all prior advice and fore warnings
They were full of themselves; so boastful of their earnings
Their words were always intimidating and daring
Little did they know that the alarm would be so blaring...
Through out their life time, they'll never forget the word 'nemesis'
The very law of karma, responsible for bringing them to justice
Forever, they'll remember their ordeal which ended in Crises;
And they'll only wish to start from the genesis...
It is said, 'everyday for the thief, one day for the owner '
I could reminisce how they wept and felt bitterly sober,
But this is an error they could've run from
Same error which has now held them to ransom...
I pray they don't end up dead or becoming waste
Because life isn't what we rush to in a haste
I pray they realize their errors and repent
And also make sure they serve God without relent...
Their guilt always stood before their faces
They were involved in all kinds of cases
They wrecked havoc and caused lots of damages
But I really thank God who saved my ass
Perhaps, I would've loved to join their class
Of which in anguish I'd perish at last...
Copyright © Okwunna Steven | Year Posted 2020
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