Early 2019, Roving Heights books came up with a small contest requiring that we should write a short poem using the word “Bliss”. I did and won. They then gave me a book titled “Awakening 11:11″. After a short while, I developed those four lines that won me the prize into the poem you are about to read.
Note-
This Poem begins with the words I used in the contest.
Read and enjoy it.
I was lost in the maze of love
Asleep on the bed of bliss
Dreaming of the wonders of our future together
Till the rude awakening of your wife’s call.
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It withdrew the light in paradise imagined
Promises mumbled in amorous moments became meaningless echoes
It left me sailing aimlessly on the ocean of my tears
Mayday Mayday, Mayday; terminated love is still active love.
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I hate her for being so ruthlessly truthful
I hate myself more for being so gullibly stupid
Did I really think he was going to leave her for me
I am struggling to forget what resists being forgotten.
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I bought what passion placed on sale
Ignoring the cautioning of wisdom
Every woman has at home things they bought with glee and later regretted
My journey of pain began with the encouragement of unchained emotions.
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Sore, pained, drenched in red floods, I still made you happy
You traversed the alleys and streets of my body unrestrained
Wild times, dreams and hopeful thoughts
Without warning, the house of passion crumbled just because of a phone call.
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I would soon be a faded memory to you
One of the many waves that washed the beach of your life
The swim able ocean of bond between us we will no longer swim across
You were just a long walk that started in a mad moment when I made a wrong turn.
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My paradise has been upended
To escape, I must commit suicide
“You died when you took another woman’s man” my nosy sister “voiced”
“His wife’s call was the announcement for your cremation”.
SELAH.
To read another poem follow the link What will happen if
This poem is not written to mock anyone’s situation but to serve as an advice/guide to all men and women. Extra-marital affairs never pay. Don’t be a victim. Get out now if you are trapped in one.
What do you think? Let me have your comments in the comments section below.
See you next time.
13 Comments
Tunde Akinseye · February 8, 2020 at 8:00 am
True talk 👍👍👍
Ovyay · February 8, 2020 at 8:10 am
Thanks
Ifeanyi Uwaegbu · February 8, 2020 at 9:26 am
What a great word, Love is a word with lot’s of meanings only God can help us by His Grace.
Ovyay · February 8, 2020 at 9:35 am
Yes and Amen.
KG · February 8, 2020 at 8:10 am
Side chick, side kick, strange woman, mistress etc. Whatever its called will always end up as pain. I pray that every woman or man finds someone to truly call their own. It’s not easy being alone
Ovyay · February 8, 2020 at 8:11 am
Amen
Owoborode Akinpelu · February 10, 2020 at 12:52 pm
Correct !! I hope that we makers of the image of God would be able to learn from the words and stopped turning stiffer necks to the God commands.
The poem is an eye opener. Thank for sharing!
Promise Uche · February 8, 2020 at 6:29 pm
It is good to love and be loved. A true love is more than food. Thanks dad.
Ovyay · February 8, 2020 at 9:49 pm
You are welcome.
Melodious · February 9, 2020 at 5:40 am
Love is beautiful but can make a fool, even of the most intelligent. The power of love!!
When one’s heart seeks another already owned, life has a way of bringing one back to his/her senses. May God guide and direct our steps.
You nailed it my Bishop. Absolutely amazing!!
Great poem like always. 👍 ✊
Ovyay · February 9, 2020 at 5:46 am
Thanks my beloved Ma Tsunamee
anigbogu tochukwu kyrian · February 10, 2020 at 12:30 am
powerful message, encrypted in spoken words.
man is being forewarned.
Ovyay · February 10, 2020 at 5:33 am
Thanks Kyrian for your comments