The Voice


     THE VOICE
A nation cries out
Loud in pain
For it has lost
One of its greatest voices
A voice of truth
A voice of patriotism
A voice of passion
A voice of creativity
A voice of strength
A voice of African pride
I cry out with my people
For we have lost a writer
An icon to be reckoned with
A man who fights back
Negativity with pen
And paper
A man of many stories
Who told the tale of Africa
In the right perspective.
I mourn such  a great  man
Chinua Achebe will  forever
Be in my heart and forever
Live through my pen.
                                           Wuraola Damilola

What Am I


WHAT AM I?

What am I to you?
Have I become a hoe you can call whenever?
Have I become your main trick who is at your command?
Has my body become a playground where you can deposit your kids
Is there an OPEN or All ACESS sign written on my forehead blinking with colorful lights
Is my leg constantly open for you to be tempted?
Is my HARD, IRON, STEEL GATES for you to open whenever?
Does a phone call represent a signal for me to know it’s time to please you?
ARE my Breasts for you to Cup?
My Butt for you to slap, smack and squeeze
My pussy for your dick to penetrate and fulfill earthly pleasures
Is my VIRGINTY, DIGNITY for you to take?
Is my INNOCENCE for you to turn into guilt?
Is my LIFE dependent on you that I have become your slave to crawl on the ground for you?
Do you see me as nothing but an instrument of SEX?
Am I to make you happy when your girlfriend refuses you?
Am I your last resort?
Am I not good enough to be truly loved?
WHAT AM I TO YOU?
Nothing but a trick, with open access written on her forehead.

the lovepoet

The NIGHT TIME SHOW with @bacardiB and @thelovepeot



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The moment our eyes met
And your lips smiled
I smiled too, shly
And bent my head
I couldn’t look into
Your eyes

Your eyes  were
On me every second of the day
The little skin brush
Or the purposeful punch
Were little assurances
That you liked me


You never failed
To tell me how
Much you liked me
Your words made
Me trust you when
I stopped trusting

You said
Wura I like you
That has not changed
And will never change
But something changed

Words can swoop you away into the stars or take your right down to meet the devil. Words can make you feel right at the same time wrong when your in love. Words an be your weakness, or can be your strength”

the lovepoet

BROWN SKIN

                 



BROWN SKIN


His brown skin touched mine
So warm soft and tender
His lips as sweet as the vanilla shoot
As soft as marshmallows 
His eye looked at me like I was heaven sent
And his words floated above me like a halo
Sweet tremendous  words that  sparked
The wildfire that was the love I had for  him

His cocoa butter skin kept me warm at all times
Silky like the Egyptian cotton of the great Pharaohs
His reign over me like the great warriors of Africa
His fragile figure that was ever so strong carried me
Over the seven seas and mountain lions that sought
To keep us apart 
And when the sound of war came for him to go
It was like the gods took a part of me 
Into the land of deep darkness
Lost, confused,  in  need of compassion 
Tears filled my days and nights till he came

His dark chocolate skin that came forth
From me gave me immeasurable joy
His skin was soft  like velvet 
His tiny hands that held me my finger
His mouth that said mother and cried 
For my presence every now and then
That sucked the milk from my bosom.
His smile was the light that lit up my life
He was my sun, moon, and stars 
A replica of my first love



the lovepoet

p.s  listen to Efya's Obianuju cover while reading. link here
      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRphM4jshUg
The Love Spell


The love spell
He cast a spell on me, i was crazy in love with him. With his darkness, fifty shades of fucked up, but i loved him with all his baggage. The dark clouds of his past that followed him soon became to heavy for me to carry. it created a distance between us. He would randomly get up and walk out of my life, me with teary eyes day after day. His addiction threw him to the gutters. What i gave him was never enough, the experiments and limits just did not do it for him, he wanted more, he needed more, his body ached for something different everyday. My love was never enough. Intimacy soon left the comfort of our bed. He searched for passon elsewhere, jumping from one bed to another. Slowly i started to die, his love crushed me daily. I would sit up night after night hoping he would walk back into my life. I searched for him everywhere. Days without him were like slow death through torture.Finally i gave up on him and that very day i gave up on life.

I am ready for Love, i told him
Why do you runaway from me
from what i have to offer you
Let me show you love
Let me make love to you
Let me fee you Love
Let love be the air that
we breathe together
Let love wax us stronger each day
Let love make us a family
Let Love teach us to grow
I am ready for Love


the love poet

p.s   I am not ready for love, this short story/poem was inspired by India Aire's "I am ready for love"
         and fifty shades of grey.




Ne Me Quitte Pas /  Laissez-Moi


your words were my very heart desire
 your touch i longed for day and night
 Ne Me Quitte Pas

i loved you
i wanted you

Ne Me Quitte Pas


hands that held me tight at night
hands that caressed every part of me

Ne Me Quitte Pas

je  te veux
Je suis fou de toi

images of you torment my nights
daydreaming of you has become a sickness

Ne Me Quitte Pas

i loved you
i wanted you

you slowly became an addiction
that fueled my creativity

Je te veux
je suis fou de toi

Ne Me Quitte Pas


chained by your sweet words
prisoner of lust; lust over you

Ne Me Quitte Pas

i loved you
i wanted you

At the end of it all
i just want to be happy

Laissez-moi 

je ne vous aime pas
je ne vous veux pas


the lovepoet



I WILL WAIT FOR YOU




i love this poem to bits. It has definitely uplifted me in times of sadness and frustrations.
Listen and enjoy.


the lovepoet
A LETTER TO  THE MUSE LOST

LET THIS WORDS THAT I SPEAK FORTH FROM MY MOUTH BE A CONSTANT REMINDER OF ME TO YOU. A REMINDER OF THE NIGHT YOU TOOK ME TO PLACES UNKOWN. THE NIGHT  YOU HAD ME AT YOUR WILL. THE NIGHT I GAVE MYSELF TO YOU. THE NIGHT YOU WANTED ME TO BE YOURS. REMEMBER, ONCE YOU WANTED ME TO BE YOURS.

THE PAIN I SUFFER IS A CONSEQUENCE OF THE CHOICE I MADE TO BE WITH YOU. I KNEW WHAT WAS RIGHT TO CHOOSE BUT THE WRONG FELT TO GOOD TO GIVE UP. NOW I SIT AND REMINISCE OF THE NIGHT, THE DAY AND WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN. BUT NOW I KNOW NOTHING COULD BE. I WANT MYSELF BACK, THE ONE I GAVE TO YOU, SO I BEGG YOU TO RELEASE ME FROM THIS BURDEN THAT IS YOU WITH THE SIMPLE WORDS OF " I DO NOT WANT YOU ANYMORE" AND LET ME BE ON MY WAY. FOR I HEAR MY FUTURE CALLING ME THE ONE THAT YOU TOOK AWAY FROM ME. BUT I PRAY THEE THAT YOU NEVER FORGET ME LEAST YOU FORGET THE NIGHT I GAVE MYSELF UP TO YOU AND LET IT BE A BURDEN IN YOUR LIFE, THAT YOU NEVER FIND PEACE  UNTILL YOU ASK FOR FORGIVENESS. THIS I PRAY THEE.


the lovepoet


To The One  Who Inspires Me

 I want to be loved she said
 I want to be held she said
 I want to be touched she said
 touched by you.

 I want you to love me she whispers into his ears
deep down inside of me
let you love come splashing out with fruitfulness
let you love bear me a constant reminder of you
let your love show through an offspring of your loins


I want to be loved she said
I want to be held she said
I want to be touched
touched by you

I want you to hold me in a lovers embrace she whispers into his ears
hold me tight and don't let me go
let your love be a shadow that follows me
let it surround me and hold me close
tonight let your love come shining through our embrace

I want to be loved she said
I want to be held she said
I want to be touched
touched by you

chocolate lovers never fail to tell the tale of the brown richness
let your chocolate skin be full of richness when i feel it
touch me, touch deep down inside my heart, my soul, my mind
touch my body

I want to be loved she said
I want to be held she said
I want to be touched
touched by you

the lovepoet

THE RISE

       THE RISE
Long John Silver rises
at his master's call
Prepare for the awakening'
his mater says,
tonight we show the goddess
we can handle the waves"
Long John Sliver awaits
his masters signalling
for him to swim the
pink seas goddess
stroke, stroke
Push, push
thrust, thrust
Long John Silver rises
at his master's call.

the lovepoet