Short Poems || World Poetry Day (March 21st)

March 21st - World Poetry Day
March 21st

It’s World Poetry Day people… Whoop, whoop!🙌

World Poetry Day is celebrated on March 21st, every year and a lover of art, I decided to share poems written by some amazing persons. I hope you like them 😉

Bolaji Gelax - Gelax Chatroom

TO THE GIRL WHOSE FACEBOOK PICTURE MADE MY HEART SKIP A BEAT💖

Your eyes are the sharp end of Cupid’s dart—

I’m stricken numb &

My heart is bleeding butterflies.

At work, I wrestle thoughts of you

Like Jacob, the angel in Peniel,

I bury my head in pools of manuscripts,

Still, little things take me back to you.

I’m tired of being trapped on delicate matters…

I’m scared of this feeling you stir—

It’s a harbinger of a broken heart.

Your eyes are the sharp end of Cupid’s dart—

I’m stricken numb &

My heart is bleeding butterflies.

AdejuwonGbalajobi

THE FEAR OF LOVE

Love;

Is in ambling,

past thresholds that no one would dare to cross.

It is in plowing forsaken soil to plants seeds, nurturing them till they grow into trees with flowers that bloom.

It is in protecting the cocoon till a vividly colored, magnificent butterfly emerges from it. It is in offering, one by one, parts of yourself, until your soul is laid bare, and in finding a lone, unknown soul to merge with yours.

Love is in waiting, patiently.

Love is in giving, benevolently.

Or so I thought.

Now, The hassle is, I really do not want to smell flowers or watch butterflies flutter away. I do not want you to open this capsule in which I exist, because under all these layers and barriers, is carnage.

The semblance of a heart, that belonged to one whose eyes gleamed once, just like yours are.

Please go away, while it’s still sunny and warm,

For once I walk into your life, it’ll become a chilly and endless night.

You see,

It’s not that I’m afraid to fall in love,

I’m just afraid to fall apart.

-Tobe

WHAT I WROTE WHEN I MEDITATED ON LEAVING

People leave
It’s not always a bad thing
But it’s almost always difficult
And you think you’re fine
But a word, a colour, a question, a laugh flings you back into memories buried just beneath your tongue
Memories lining the walls of your oesophagus

In those moments, probe your pain
Investigate your heart
In those moments,
Cup your cheek
Caress the back of your own neck
Lay your hand on your own forehead
Bless yourself
Look in the mirror
Take note of the sparkle in your eyes
A reminder that you are everything bright from within
And the darkness did not consume you after all

— Joy ‘JoyToTheWords’ Chime

Tosyn Bucknor

A POEM BY TOSYN BUCKNOR

And lastly, I’d like to re-share this beautiful poem written by the late Tosyn Bucknor. You are missed, Angel 😇 ❤

Tosyn Bucknor's Poem

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Big shout out to everyone who contributed to this post 💖 And thanks to you dearest #Galaxy for taking the time to read. Sending love, flowers, kisses & sunshine your way 😘

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