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Imabong Faminu
Dec 10, 2019
In Share a poem with us today?
LOVE !!!. I was told you were a beautiful thing
Butterflies, sunflowers and blue skies
Endless, fruitful and full
Rapid heart beats, kisses and passionate nights But alas, tis but a lie
You are a deceitful wretch come to steal the joy of youthful love and flee
To set the heart and flesh on fire without reprieve
Then cast down and stomp on it with glee A thief – That is what you are
Your trail of broken, hardened hearts trails behind you
An almost numberless numb throng
An army of despaired souls cursing the day they crossed your path But alas you wicked soul continue on your conquering quest
The next doe eyed lass and puberty stricken lad
You scheme and plan till your deed is done
Then wring your hands in an evil triumphant laugh Oh!! Love !! Had I known, I would never have opened my heart to you
You set on fire then remove the coals
You fan the embers then withdraw the life flame
You work the furnace then close the shop You look on as winter sets in
The cold ice hardens the heart
Devoid of warmth, it’s beat slows down
A numbing pulse all that is left
Why Love? Why do you cherish the anguish of suffering souls?
Love-lost children, you leave us alone
Alas, you didn’t tell us that the power to sustain was beyond us
A power so great it demands us We strive and strive and fall and fail
O!! hearts of men – is this suffering quest worth our blood and sweat?
Should we not accept defeat and reclaim our lot? And declare that love has won
Love – the mighty one has won again Imabong Faminu
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Imabong Faminu
Nov 17, 2019
In Share a poem with us today?
SILENCE WITHOUT; TURMOIL WITHIN The rage of the many failed promises Expectations gone awry Stillborn dreams battered and trampled Fires within consumed with the thought ‘I can be more’ ‘I am more’ Endless waits for new springs, new dawns Hopings, longings, thirstings, needings Hearts parched for lack of passion No streams, no rivers, no seas, no lakes No satiation for my empty soul Endless numbing days of familiar toil The same empty tasks again and again Till weary, torn, bedraggled forlorn Despaired of hope awaiting the end Emptiness within hopelessness without But of trouble there is no end Man is born for trouble Hounding him with despair and struggle Till the empty shell is lowered to the grave And the permanent silence remains By Faminu Imabong
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