There's an epidemic of love poems on Poesy Writers...... They keep gushing in like spring water.. And I won't deny, its getting intensely and romantically warm in there. You too can steal a glimpse of our love poems here *winks..
IN MY HEAD
...by Abdulquadri Aliu and Ibrahim Olalere
In my head is a cave; a refuge to your tender memories,
Pictures of you wearing a morning look,
Sounds of your rosy chuckles,
With sun beaming your charming eyes into mine,
As we hold hands blowing through the wind.
In my head is a love poem written by you and I,
It's wordings inspired by your charming smile.
Whilst you faded with the nook and crannies of time,
Your gaze still lingers in my cave of memories,
With bats of hope that you'll come by someday.
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It's My Iris_and Then The Roses
By Ibrahim Olalere
It's my Iris
That called this cold upon me
When my sneaky gaze caught you unaware
Smiling within your pretty dress
It's my Iris
That captured the stature of your beauty
When the sun lit you from behind
And these roses rooted into my heart
It's my Iris
And not me!
That kept stalking your every move
Once upon everyday
Till those times you sit beneath the moon
It's the roses
And not my Iris
That keeps yearning to meet with you
Red red flowers from the soil of my heart
Although my eyes are shy...
I shall come with them in my friendly arms
I'll say your name
Please say mine
Accept my heatly roses -They're my love for you
Caress and perceive their red red petal
Wet them with more of your dimpled smiles
And let your heart be their vase
STUCK IN LOVE
By Mustapha Olatunji
See;
Am stuck with you,
Like the teeth is to the gum
Am stuck with you,
Like the mountain is to the Earth
Am stuck with you,
Like Molten magma is to Volcano
Am stuck with you,
Like the cloud is to the Sky
Am stuck with you,
Like the light is to the moon
Am stuck with you,
Like the heart is to the Chest
Am stuck with you,
Like the tongue is to the mouth
Am stuck with you,
Like the world is to wildness
Am stuck with you,
Like pain is to sorrow
Am stuck with you,
Like blood is to the Marrow
Am stuck with you,
Like God is to Greatness
Am stuck with you,
Like life is to Death
And I'll stick with you,
Till the Very End...
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Fallen…
By Ibrahim Olalere_ Poesy
Mayhap, I died yestreen
Whilst trying to reach the crest of my feelings
I tripped and fell in love
And my heart hit the floor
She was there!
To receive my tears
Lo! My dignity and pride
I failed to cry
unto my feet, refusing her hands
With a bone of contention fractured in my mind
“Could this be her?
The “N” of my deeN
The beholder of my kids
…Yet I walked away
With bruises and aches
If only she’d say “Hi,
it’s you I like”
Just before I heal
And her presence would quit being a big deal
TO HER
By Abdulazeez Ajala
After many years of being alone
Found you, like I paid back my loan
Out of trouble
Goodbye to home alone!
The Mother of great people
The teacher of tomorrow’s leaders
I will make sure we fly together
I hope you’d be patient whenever we crash
I’m your half, you are mine
Half plus half gives one
We will be together till death comes
I pray we live long upon obedience to our Lord
I can go to the sun scribe your name
Anything you want, I’m at your service
As long as it’s possible, I will try my best
Welcome to Our home!
BEAUTY
By Ibankhan and A'ishah of Poesy Writers
Saturday , April 9 2016 .
My heart grows weary
Pumping and beating
Pulsing and pausing
At the sight of you , paralysis takes the wheel of my senses
As I walk this empty forest
Surrounded by ghosts
With my head held up in courage
I dare not steal a second glance.
But I have to be brave for the reason I trudge on is to rescue you
Listen, I'm musing
Isn't it the fear of your elegance?
The one you cloak and cloud and shield with smile
Oh! Damsel in distress !
My quest is inspired by your intense pulchritude
Because your standing is the arrangement of the heavens
Held down by your foot like that of the mountain
Your presence is the very essence of my unconscious grin , my clumsy walks , my charismatic being
Beauty is you that I can't belittle
Dreams of you drizzle but your sight is the Kindle
You fan the flames of my failed lowered gaze
Beauty is nonsensical without "u" in it
LOVESTRUCK
By Ogundele Afolabi
In my eyes you've made a trickle.
In my heart you've made a jingle.
In my mind you drove a sickle.
In my soul you became a pickle.
To see your face I wear a giggle.
To hear your giggle my heart will wiggle.
To hold your hand, I feel like an eagle.
To stand by you my being begins to jiggle.
How sweet your laughter which makes my soul Bubble.
How hurtful your absence which make me see double.
How tender your touch, if absent could cause me a trouble.
How beautiful our union is strengthened with our squabble.
Your kiss on my cheeks with lips so subtle.
Your affection towards me as though by potions in a bottle.
Your beauty when I behold, my heart goes on full throttle.
In this fairytale of ours we would let no one meddle.
To me and to you we would be like a girdle.
Keep the world agape and sages outwitted, we would be a riddle.
I await you Azeezatiey, come take my hands and we'll walk into paradise, preferably the middle.
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