Thursday, April 27, 2017

EVERYTHING'S CHANGED

My pen inks in pain with flows of rhythm in my syllables,
pouring inks of emotions; hoping for miracles.
Our love transcend visibly in a prism wherein our emotions are true,
But fate descends on us with infamy impossible to construe.
Losing sight of the love that once embraced us,
An ambiance of profound emotion that runs deep between us.
Dedicated to our calling of togetherness; committed to this quality of perfection,
Perfectly connecting our souls into a sight of sacred affection.
We could hear the wave of our heartbeat beating as one,
As we could feel the flame of our love; unquenchable as it burn.
We could taste the realness of this love that finds us,
It deeper emotion that binds us and it sacredness that keeps us.
We could take an unflinching stare towards each other,
And vow this love we both share would last forever.
We could see life and walk through it in a perfect view,
But therein fate steps in with its incurable flu.
Everything is changed,
 Our love is betrayed.
Our heart is bleeding,
Am here in my room sicking.
People telling me it's destiny; it's pointless fighting it,
All the drama in my life; I just don't want to face it.
Cos it's you that keeps me breathing; not fate,
It's you I want to be my first and last date.
So no matter what FATE has for us,
 We will win!!, We will succeed!!,we will marry!!!,we will triumph!!!.

#PoemByStan

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

MY FUTURE WIFE

When people ask me about my future wife; I never really know what to say!
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When ask if I knew her. I laughed, I always tell them that,she's every fantasy I have and will ever dreamed of in life.
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The thought of her is like what oxygen does to my dead cells,How her kiss revive it dead organelles back to life and still claim not hero praise.
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I tell them, that she has this face that makes female envious,moonshaped with beauty that turns gold in the eyes of men.
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She has this unusual calmness in her eyes; this peace that beams with sullen magic that would humble the peace of Heaven.
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By a long shot,her strength of character and zeal for life carries enough potency to illuminate the mordant, unglossed chronicle of life.
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I tell them, that if she came in substances, I will be her refinery.
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I tell them, that If she was a book, I would read her from cover to cover, memorise her table content until my mind spells her to every letter.
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For her I would make diamonds out of stones, bringing them all shinning and clear into the light of her incorruptible smile.
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She is a lady of perfectly imperfections But I swear to God, her imperfections are the things I love about her the most.
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She's reading  this message right now. I love her and I am thankful that God brought her into my life... I hope we win, I hope we succeed, i hope we stick together, I hope we marry!! .

I may be uncertain about life But I do know this; whenever I'm asked to describe you dear future wife, I do so as best as I can....

And every single time I do describe her, she sounds a lot like you HANNAH...she sounds a lot LIKE YOU!!!


Monday, April 17, 2017

THINGS I LOVE ABOUT YOU

The first is the grace that comes with your voice,
a rhythm that reminds me why i made you my choice.
Second is the paralysis of your smile that captivates me,
and it is without doubt the most beautiful thing I will ever see.
The third is how I feel when I'm around you,
That perplexity of non scientific reaction;so deep and so true.
The fourth is how you seem to love me so much,
and the bliss I feel at the imminence of your touch.
The fifth is the pure simplicity of the love we have,
An eternal romance of an unbreakable chemistry that will forever last.
The next five are the same as the first five,
my words repeat this circle of emotion that keeps me alive.
Your name is my heart beat; it sounds spontaneously.
Your thought grace my mind famously.
Your touch eases me; your voice pleases me,
Your laughter teases me and your love is peace in me.
  You are amazing,
The beauty of the person you are totally amaze me.
In you absence my heart drums songs of unrest,
and my desire to be with you echoes round the wall of my chest.
Your love is my my disease; an incurable infection,
Inexplicable to the medical world; it's a beautiful aberration.
I love you and you love me; that will never change,
And forever shall be lit the eternal burning flame.

#PoemByStan

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

DO YOU REMEMBER

Do you remember the feeling when we first met,
A moment of magic in our stomachs like the sun had set.
Do you remember when we first let out our feelings,
It was soothing to our soul and left our heart reeling.
Do you remember our very first kiss at the back of the coca- cola truck,
holding each others hands as we were blissfully struck.
Do you remember days we use to talk all through from mid nights till early mornings,
Just so we could tell each other how deep our love is burning.
Do you remember you calling me "unserious grand pa"
And in-turn I will smile and call you "unserious grand ma"
Do you remember when we went on "Break" because of the girl named "Faith",
And how we got back together all thanks to fate.
Do you remember the day we had our first fight,
And how impossible it was for either of us to pass through the night,
Do you remember the phrase "ADAMANTINE CUPID",
Those are the first real words you puzzled me with.
Do you remember when it was only my number on your speed dial,
How we use to end every single phone call in romantic style.
" Te quiero sin cera " I would say,
You would smile and rephrase to me " I Love You" anyway.
Do you remember days we texted each other with puzzle,
Just to see who triumph in our romantic tussle.
Do you remember days you would reject every of my transferred airtime,
Just because I would omit (1 naira) every time.
Do you remember the day you saw me off at the park,
You were so scared bcos I would be seated in-between two ladies at the back,
You only didn't just come with me, you sat close to me,
Because you were so scared of losing me.
Do you remember our first night together,
We were so scared but wish it lasted forever.
Do you remember my first poem I ever read to you,
You were so struck that u never did recall letting out the phrase " Stan I Love You ",
Do you remember those days; hope you can recall them like the alphabet,
Cos they are days I would never forget.

Thursday, March 9, 2017

THOUGHT OF US

Millions of thoughts revolve round my mind,
Looms of Doubts written in each words I could find.
The very thought of US I once had in my heart is turning into a chyme,
As I sit here struggling with my pen to find words that rhyme.
Our love is changing and evolving from it's pure state,
And we are the cause of its mutation and not fate.
What is love if not a test of strength but we seem to be failing at it,
Because we don't understands it's true meaning and why it makes us complete.
Everyday without fail I would reflect on the love we have; the very whole we both share,
The very non-biological centromere that holds us as an homologus pair.
And everyday I would see us losing our bond to life's unending drama,
Because we've chosen to be its cast in its 4D cinema.
Love is meant to be unsullied; void of any spot of insincerity,
But what do we make out of ours?, an aura of insecurity.
Love is a choice; a very costly one at that,
But what have we chosen?, we've chosen to toy with our feeble heart.
Every day is a reminder of our mistakes and imperfections,
And how we've been hurt by its deep penetration.
I wish I could tell you how this hurt me,
How your wordless actions possibly inflame me.
So I write away my feelings in words that rhyme,
With great hope that things between us will change with respect to time.
Every word of affection that we've ever said,
Our happy moments we hold inside the cage of our head.
Are fragments of our existence that becomes our forever memory,
Everyone of it in turn makes the script for our love story.
I love you and you love me,that we both know will never change,
So my dear,lets stick together and keep this love of ours till we both grow aged.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

MY LOVE SONG

My world was so unformed and so grey,
Then you came and painted it with your smile.
It was losing life through the lonely days,
But your arrival made living worth a while.

I only knew how pain felt and how tears taste,
But you see my love; you fixed it with grace and everything was alright.
I seem to always lose every trail of finding happiness in much haste,
But you dear changed all that when you beam my world with your light.

I was lost until it was your brilliance that found me,
In a pool of loneliness, craving to be loved.
Your glowing smile and eyes pierced right through me,
With a spark that ignite a flame, burning the loneliness off.

Now my heart beats a song of our love story in sweet rhyme,
In your absence my heart beats faster than it ever would.
A drum like rhythm to flow, forever etched into the orifice of my mind,
As both my mind and heart misses you more than they possibly could.

With every morning I wake and on my first breath,
The imminent thought is always the image of you.
It seems my heart can't control this unrest,
That comes with it longing to forever be with you.

I am so emotionally attached that losing this bond would break me,
fears of losing you fill my every thought  every day.
This bond is also the very same that remade me,
And brought peace that I have long been seeking through night and day.

In the struggling sentences I design of rhyme and words,
To let you know Romeo could never love Juliet as much as I love you.
he turns in his grave with regret that his love was not so strong,
Like this our unbreakable chemistry, so strong and so true.

I want you more
I need you all
I cherish you much
I love you most....

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

MY QUEEN THAT GLOWS

If I was to read for you, My queen that glow,
A poem of beauty, as only few words could show.
Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body,
A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy.

You posses a twin of eyes, an immaculate glitter of beauty,
From which life receives its absolute lenity.
To glow in such light of orchestration, Like a crown on the head of time,
Whence bliss takes its origin and befitting prime.

Your alluring smile, a linger of unstinted comfort,
To the stars in tender darkness of the universe, glumming in discomfort.
Each of which humbles at your engrossing presence,
And glows in congruence to the light of your radiance.

Your arms like shields,protective armoury that gets soul lifted,
Touch of your fingers, ten cradle of breath taking sweetness, heavenly gifted.
Each a perfect blend of liniment and mystic power,such,
To impel dead heart to once last beat at thy touch.

your smooth bottled neck, over your soft shoulders,
Holds a face of coherent beauty, eyed in all beholders.
A beauty indescribable by far, as only few words could tell,
How ethereally lovely it can be ; perpetually graced with the touch of angel.


Your walk of indefinable class, a lucid rawness of orchestrated elegance,
So much elegance that the angels gasp in the wake of your presence.
To dance into ecstasy,from which heaven's purity is formed,
In but of your light of all light, they all are conformed.

 Those smooth long legs spread like the wings of a flyer,
 Inner thighs speak a truth that would mute a liar.
And drip sweet smelling nectar that excites a man's desires,
Like an addictive drug, that makes him only want to get higher.

Beautiful seasoned lips even angels could not grace,
Like two flaps of icing sugar, leaves me breathless each time our lips come in embrace.
And the pressure they do impart,
Have the power to break the devil's heart.

Your two cupped breast,stretch the stitches of your blouse,
As if swollen with milk and honey, my flame only its water could douse.
The most tender of all cleavage,had touched my palms with finesse,
Which contact makes me frozen; a sweet emblem dancing to impress.

If I was to read for you, My queen that glow,
A poem of beauty, as only few words could show.
Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body,
A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy.

I AM STAN

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