Kingsley Olaleye Reuben
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Kingsley Olaleye Reuben Poems
I Am The Damsel You Are The Hero
It’s funny but I am the damsel an you are the hero Though I am the hero an you are the damsel. Like a monster with no weakness I rose my head proudly, Till I saw your face an a heart of flesh I conceived.
A house of feeling
Your heart is a house, When its empty it is cold But when it has inhabitants it Is warm an full of life.
The Exploding Sun
You are the sky, I am the earth. Our true passion the sun did we birth. Destined to live forevermore, Spreading our romance rays from shore to shore.
Sonnet Of A Sober Drunk
I am a bedraggled mess, because of you I lose sleep! Oh because of You! I wonder how? ! Did You not plan your sweet tasting coup and overthrew my reason; my Emotions to be subject to You now? I found no favour in bars, or pubs and searched chateaus for the Perfect wine, but good drink
If I Could Not You Would
My mind may be of a slow speed but the concept of your existence Makes my mind race, It puzzles over mosaic pieces of your attributes at the quickest Pace. I may not be able to see you but it is you in my dreams I envision For between you and true beauty there is no clear division.
There was a stop. There was some time between us there was a wall. I Was on top of it and Did not anticipate the fall. It hurt but I healed when I looked at You. It seems I dream of love But maybe not you. There was a stop again and you said nothing at all. You smile. You Reach out. Your hands
The bud blossoms and a rose is born And its beauty no one will scorn. Time passes and it turns into dust, Its petals have gone the way of rust
Spinning turning and twining The sky clear so very hot yet cool. Have you smelt the aroma of love? The scent of magic tulips in the air
A fire in your heart I did start And you composed the very music in my heart You beckoned the murky mist away You filled me with words but robbed me of what to say
Across the galaxy of the vacuum of your sparkling tears of joy that Are now stars, I hear your Voice a trail of cosmic dust glowing in the dark cold expanse that Is this space-this space Between us. The gap is breached, you are safe. You can travel to me now, as much As your heart desires.t
You Send I
I know my person is far from what you designed it to be So reset it, remould it and make me free You send me into the fray to speak Please make me strong, let me not be weak
I Am A Poem
I am a poem. God wrote me. Many will have an interpretation of me But I am what I was Written to be, nothing less, nothing more. Some say I am a tragedy, While others call me an Epic. Some say I am an elegy, while others call me an ode and others Still, a sonnet. Many Have their interpretations some are close, some are completely wrong But only God knows
In A Moment
Behold! I stood upon the fringe of creation and lo the universe was Laid bare and naked before Me in deafening silence and colour and combustion and every part of Everything that is and is Not I am witness to and the creative power of your breath installed In my being to animate Me from conception ignites in my chest, sets my soul aflame chains Of conform are
A New Heart
Broken no more Each lost particle restore, Every dent and crease vanish Feelings of ill hate banish,
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I Am The Damsel You Are The Hero
It’s funny but I am the damsel an you are the hero
Though I am the hero an you are the damsel.
Like a monster with no weakness I rose my head proudly,
Till I saw your face an a heart of flesh I conceived.
Though I am a hero an you are the damsel, you saved me,
An I became thy helpless love in distress.
Like an addictive substance I craved you
But thy face like sunrise was scarce.
Suitor after suitor, sought thy hand
But only I sought thy heart.
Like a hero I fought off resistance that did pull you down to the depths of no return,
An I fought ...