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Deborah Chukwu Poem
Once upon a time, love was equivalent to sex,
But in this modern era, this twenty-first century,
What do you, think love is?
I would personally define love as:
A lovers caress, A mothers hug and a friends loyalty.
Lovers hold each other close to thier hearts,
And point of correction, love has no relation with lust,
A caress is sweet, gentle, soothing and satisfying,
Lovers make you feel owned and cherished,
He never leaves due a broken limb,
And she never leaves you due to a dried pocket,
Love stays and hold it doesnt end with death but goes beyond.
The first thing a mother does is to bond with her baby after delivery,
She feels the pains of her child from a distance of two continents,
She puts the life of her young before her own, ask the hen.
Dont tell me youre a friend and you have a loose tongue,
Or succumb your way into my hubbies bed,
You should be able to die for me as my friend,
Or so I think, just dont be the one to kill me,
Thats what I percieve as love.
Copyright © Deborah Chukwu | Year Posted 2023
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Deborah Chukwu Poem
See through my eyes and get me like I do,
I’m ruined by my hands yet handicapped in making mends.
Abstinence was my choice but hooked on am I,
Tears roll down my cheeks; eyes red from endless weeping.
I’m cold turkey; my God-given strength seeps through my pores and leaves my body shattered.
The smoke from the tobacco roasts my lungs,
Heart pumps on a low; blood turns black.
I need a liver transplant cause my life time ticks away.
My veins, tired and weak, take a break though my time ain’t near.
On my death bed I lay, repentant and resentful.
A child born blind, my fault.
I’m not proud to be the murderer of my fruits unborn,
Yet I seem not to be the decider here.
The society pushes me not to handle a child when I’m one myself.
Try as I may to be a virgin, I am ambushed by greedy tigers who won’t let me be.
See through my eyes and get me like I do.
Countless times I am tossed and turned by society,
I desperately want to change, but I can’t.
Please don’t push me to hell! Teach me the best way to live.
I deserve some paradise too.
See me through my eyes and get me like I do.
Copyright © Deborah Chukwu | Year Posted 2024
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Deborah Chukwu Poem
Glancing at him from the window's glass,
It felt as though the railway had taken away his joy.
Sometimes his hard stares or into nothingness.
Being nouveau to the town; from my madam I heard his tale,
He was a miser with her, his woven bag of pearls.
Her Milkyway skin had an equivalence to jade,
Lips rosy from his unending kisses,
Even though she was his, and a peasant thereof,
Her garment smelled of class and nothing less.
His childhood had been a blasphemy, an abusive pa,
And a public town helper for a ma.
Famously known as a child bathed in blows and scum,
In his childhood he was pitied by no one.
More the reason he lost her to a forever moving train,
With the prince as its driver.
I must have hit an item to the floor,
As he turned to face me directly - grunting like the old man he is,
Wearily he headed back to the lovers' bench,
Where he once sat with his love;
Gazing and laughing at the passengers who had been left behind.
Copyright © Deborah Chukwu | Year Posted 2023
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Deborah Chukwu Poem
See Through My Eyes by Tochi-writes.
See through my eyes and get me like I do,
I’m ruined by my hands yet handicapped in making mends.
Abstinence was my choice but hooked on am I,
Tears roll down my cheeks; eyes red from endless weeping.
I’m cold turkey; my God-given strength seeps through my pores and leaves my body shattered.
The smoke from the tobacco roasts my lungs,
Heart pumps on a low; blood turns black.
I need a liver transplant cause my life time ticks away.
My veins, tired and weak, take a break though my time ain’t near.
On my death bed I lay, repentant and resentful.
A child born blind, my fault.
I’m not proud to be the murderer of my fruits unborn,
Yet I seem not to be the decider here.
The society pushes me not to handle a child when I’m one myself.
Try as I may to be a virgin, I am ambushed by greedy tigers who won’t let me be.
See through my eyes and get me like I do.
Countless times I am tossed and turned by society,
I desperately want to change, but I can’t.
Please don’t push me to hell! Teach me the best way to live.
I deserve some paradise too.
See me through my eyes and get me like I do.
Copyright © Deborah Chukwu | Year Posted 2024
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Deborah Chukwu Poem
See Through My Eyes by Tochi-writes.
See through my eyes and get me like I do,
I’m ruined by my hands yet handicapped in making mends.
Abstinence was my choice but hooked on am I,
Tears roll down my cheeks; eyes red from endless weeping.
I’m cold turkey; my God-given strength seeps through my pores and leaves my body shattered.
The smoke from the tobacco roasts my lungs,
Heart pumps on a low; blood turns black.
I need a liver transplant cause my life time ticks away.
My veins, tired and weak, take a break though my time ain’t near.
On my death bed I lay, repentant and resentful.
A child born blind, my fault.
I’m not proud to be the murderer of my fruits unborn,
Yet I seem not to be the decider here.
The society pushes me not to handle a child when I’m one myself.
Try as I may to be a virgin, I am ambushed by greedy tigers who won’t let me be.
See through my eyes and get me like I do.
Countless times I am tossed and turned by society,
I desperately want to change, but I can’t.
Please don’t push me to hell! Teach me the best way to live.
I deserve some paradise too.
See me through my eyes and get me like I do.
Copyright © Deborah Chukwu | Year Posted 2024
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