Realms of poetry

Princess:  All my life, I waited to feel the way you made my emotions flutter in butterfly and honey ways; before you switched from best friend to worst enemy.    The arguments, the insulting shots, distance ... the failed promises to be mentioned with your big lie of making me a missus. Maybe you deserve better But that better is in no way, me. I only realised that the assurance of counting on you was but a fleeting fantasy And now I know... Now I know that dancing with you was the end to my majestic movements Never careful with your words when you spat them in my face, slowing my pace and throwing me into a maze of love and so much hate just to make me dazed. So shocking that you fail to remember how I was your valentine Oh Valentine! I hope you've lost the guts to ever utter the word because it'll be only when you dare, shamefully to broach the word, that gladly make your downfall my dine with the sourest and acidic lime ! Danielthepoet: So is this what you are saying?...

From a friend you'll probably never meet  I hope these few words cool the heat  Trust no man, Ann How huge is your faith in yourself? How much love have you got for yourself? Disappointments put you through hell  You found happiness in men, I read But when will you realize your worth? They should have their way with you until when? Don't be a doormat for them to walk on Wipe your tears and smile again  Muster courage to be self-dependent  Love your little girl,  Ann She is your true kith and kin The unnecessary hate will change nothing  Why make her hurt; hating the innocent,  When she is the outcome of your own mess? Make her your bestfriend,  your everything  Expect no difference when your actions remain same Today is another day to change  Be content with your possessions, Ann What on earth are you after? What's in the chest of a woman, Indeed no man can comprehend  Put your pride aside and respect everyone  It'll make ...

  Regardless, if it be my punishment  What if this was God sent  Troubled within, I was as we parted  An awful way to settle the difference  To make things work His basic amenities were provided  A name was given to the beloved  All by me Over the years The extra: right to be educated  Fathering the innocent lad how I wish I was fathered  Made him a part of my family  Oblivious of the betrayal played on me The results of this test Leave me breathless and sleepless  Flashbacks hit me,  things they said A chip of the old block, the boy of six The pool of tears shared The huge sums wasted  All by me All these years I was blinded  That which I called mine, never was The truth still hurts But never is it too late, to be a good step Act okay to the world and play deaf ears  Love him as I love myself  Hoping God may replenish all that I lost to favours Written by ©Chulqid_O T ( Afrifa Francis Osei Tutu )

 Growing up, If someone loves you, love them back, I heard Life still has me occupied as a student  Everyday, from experience I learn  See whose heart grew cold On our first countenance, you froze Remember? On anyday, it was me you chose Great that I kept my innate desire on the low Never thought I'd wake up to this heavy blow  Our love was on fire  How you made an insipid introvert an interesting extrovert  One thing I admire  Your great influence  For love's sake the negative attitude, in me, I had to inculcate  How you made a cheapskate magically become a spendthrift  I gave everyone else zero space  Always for or about you, my final decisions  We used to be the inseparable lovebirds  A major paradigm of 'Opposites attract', due to our backgrounds from different planets  Albeit our shortcomings, We always reached a resolution like how the day and night make twenty-four hours  Today, there's no balance  Ou...

My heart's torn apart like a door broken through with a battering ram. The widespread racism, I no more can stand it. Tell the world black means no harm. There are bad nuts surely, I understand it. But black is innocent so don't treat me bad. I was born with it: this melanin. Black is hardworking. Feel the texture of my palm After the countless pounding and a hard day's work on the farm. I was born with it: this melanin. Freedom from all prejudices and an exclusive right to life sayeth the talking drum. I was born with it, this melanin. Tell the world black means no harm. What flows through you flows through me: the adrenaline. Nip the wildness in the bud and stay calm. I was born with it: this melanin. I healed wounds with the local herbs and mysterious magic of the balm. The melodies galore: beautiful songs from the late Michael Jackson. We used to be a people. So, why the misunderstanding? Tell the world black means no ...

The irony behind a day being emphatically stated out as good When at Calvary, the Mighty Man, God's only son had to face His doom(crucifixion) The death which is special That which brought life Life unto every mankind: A good Friday Oh April! such a special month But the Joker got involved Oh don't get lost yet I mean who's April's fool? Maybe a coincidence but it's what makes it special A bit of fun and a bit of pain, the price He paid that we may not perish To you and I as believers, to every death there's a resurrection Even traditionalists believe in reincarnation But there is one man who established such reality He who died and resurrected on the third day Did spiritually and appeared unto all men physically That they may believe, accept Him and be freed from conviction : The bondage of sin And Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna! It so happened as aforementioned On day three he resurrected The impossible was made possible, a successful m...