The Poem (I Never Wrote)

Concealed, unheard, unseen
Yearning direly to be free
From the nib of my pen, to be spilled.

I broke you into words,
Whose worth would mock the seas
Filled with precious stones abrim.

Into words,
Whose worth derides the pride
of any king or queen who is, or did ever exist,

I imagined you a poem,
And chained it in my head,
(A poem of )You, amok in my head.

(A poem of) You,
Robed with words, beyond words,
Words so lively-lovely, yet to exist.

Words that plead for freedom fervidly,
Impatient to gape at who they so intensely describe
Words, of bits of you, your hips or even your lips.

Or your eyes…eyes
Your eyes…
Your eyes in words,
Your eyes…Your eyes…
In words…Your eyes in words
Now,
thoughts of those crystal balls
Slowly lulls me to a dream

(A dream of) words
As threads in a poem
Of you amok in my head
Unwritten, unbreathed
Never to be heard, or read
By you, not even me
Or anyone who is, or is yet to exist.

Tolu Akinyemi 2011

The Simple Poem

How we crave so direly

The depths of certain words

To outwardly convey into sounds

Emotioning inner thoughts.

How we hungrily yearn the beauty

Of exotic gargantuan rhetorics

To flush out entrapped feelings

To ears that need to hear it

But I know better than try so hard

To say simple things complicatedly

Like times I need to say “Thank You”

Or let you know “I love You”.

©Tolu Akinyemi , www. poetoria.com . A blog by Tolu Akinyemi,  for the love of poetry…

 

Unspoken Words

Unspoken words
Roaring louder than the stomps
Of Alexander’s troops
Across the streets of Greece.

Multi-plies of unspoken words
Birthed from a spoken word,
Or a lingering gaze
Or even the shadows of a sigh.