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Eclidah Sema Poem
I have seen and known the stories
Our writers have depicted, denoted
Our artists have painted
Pain so passionate
We indulge in misconception
So we may forget the hurt of each day
But i know and i have seen a place
Where the lilies bloom
Where the scent of air sweetened with nectar
Where streams run clean with waters
Where the wild is neither brutal nor aggressive
Where the silence is a mode of communication
Where clouds form to rain
And not flood the land
Water logging soil
Where beauty has no definition
I have seen the place
However far from home
A place where the Lilies Bloom
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Eclidah Sema Poem
He was gentle and soft
Like leaf painted fig tree
He wore patience like a coat of honor
Careful not spill words lest he hurt a heart vulnerable
My first lover on Earth
Graced me like i was cup or glass
Tilted at the side of the table
Like an egg lifted off of the tray
And yet, i oh the unthankful!
Pushed stones and rocks and caused hurt
Painted broken pictures of what 'Us' would be
Stabbed him with words
Who walked away from me
Like swords drawn from an angry commander i..
I was still talking, hundreds of phrases spilling from my mouth
Like an angry psycho maniac
I could calculate all the things i said down to zero
But who is keeping count?
then days past, after other days
days past... like passing winds and written stories
the stories of 'Us' was a Cliche
And it never rained
i was choking into the dryness of the air
warm as the coal from the mines
It never rained and i could feel draught land on ma home grounds
lacerated by the unquenchable thirst of what you used to do
do make me feel...
My heart still holds tender the memories
Yet months pass when the two unraveled epics
would never be told
we hold still in silence
i never knew you.... you never knew me
then months found their way into months
and years their way into years
And yet today i have been reminded
Of High School memories
When a young woman found no pride in love
And no shame in words of the epitome of her heart
I have been reminded to mend the broken strings
To make right my wrongs
And if it fits the purpose
i will lift my feet to find him
hmm... fear takes over
and i hesitate
do wish me luck
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Time hasn't taken from us what he would not give to it,
time doesn't take from us what we didn't give to him,
Time doesn't snatch from our hands what we sincerely protected,
And yet death requires no authority to take from man what is cherished;
When man has launched war against his fellow man,
When oblivion has stripped me off of family.
Oh! take from me what is precious
but do not rob off of my childhood
For while this time may pass me by
we will catch up -
-with the wonderful memories of our past in future,
Yet if the darkness and coldness of grave has encompassed me,
How would I remember the days of my innocence?
Cant the wise declare war against death?
For even if time passed,
And we wailed away our hurt,
When old age approaches,
With irretrievable deformity:
That snatches sight from eyes,
Strength from knees to carry me,
Withe the De-coloring of my hair
When memory deflects to oblivion
Not out of choice but incapacity to fight for my life
And the shades of my side surge breath off of my nostrils
I chose death over time
That it may be held liable for murder,
For death has snuggle into the hands of time
To disregard old-age
And take from man what is of value
Take the wise and leave the world to obliterate
Of the young and unwise
Until the world goes to ruin
and so like the hopeless romantics on screen played episodes
I write that:
"When you see the falling tears
Know that today is the day i am allowed to cry"
Not out of strength
But out of the weakness of my heart
its OK for me to crush glasses
and burn favorite letters
It's OK if i got to sleep without food
It's of if remain sunken, sulking till dawn
It's OK if i spent sleepless nights wondering who will care for me
Because i refuse to blame time that has had us build so many wonderful memories With my loved one
I hold it against death for though he taken so much
His greed wont grant him satisfaction;
So when u see the falling tears,
Know that today its okay for me to cry!
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it was a muggy day
like every other
times passed
but i couldn't find way
all i needed was mother
and yet ma prolonged days
would never give to me what i rightfully deserved
stuck at cross roads we
wavering at passers by, we
haul the cold desert night in patience, we
hold fast till the morning has come for, we
are reminded of the days to come, we
refuse to subdue despite the pain, we
refuses to victimize our selves of t he pain, we
know in the best words of the wise that:
"a war that can never be won must always be fought"
and yet after so much courage i still felt lost
out alone, alone at last, i struggle,
to pull ma act together i refuse
to swallow ma tears, i
Crush!!
hold me together' i fall
Apart
mine is a broken mirror glass
like pieces of me scattered on the floor
for now more than ever
i feel lost
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The crushing night left me with little remorse
We approach down;
The hauling wind doesn't take so much from
The beast that ripped ma clothes off,
Hearts be passing,
we see through a chest - cracked open
The trumpet of ma heart beat
Doesn't forget to remind me to dance to this sad melody
Yes you KNOW, you have seen..
THE HEART OF A POET
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