Melanie Emikohe

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Like an obedient child,
I wait. I wait.
Tomorrow, will you?
At a friend's party.

He is all about subtleties -
Half smiles, off-whites on cinco de mayo;
He gets around with restraint,
A sneaky shadow in a crowd!


Time has never been this slow..
Each second, I get crushed -
If only that when I wake up
I've already served a tnousand sleeps!


Today, I marry my eccentricity.
I am done tiptoeing!
To fit in and ravish the same fruit,
Got me bewildered. Oh, insecurity!

Don't stare at the mists in my eyes
they are not children of grief;
don't embarrass me by prying
I would rather you look away.

I anticipate disaster
before it bumps into my way;
gradually accumulated
the stress wrinkles.

An agreement of minds
convene; all of them
dressed in suits and ties
to discuss by which

but statemen genuflect
to buy whatever costs

I will sing to you a song
that nobody sang to me~
melody that would have
made me cry and smile.

let it be known to Sorrow
that I've reopened to smile -
Inspite of its ritual calling,
that I dwell and share his cries.

I got stabbed a few times
Because I was idiot and willing!
Fearlessly chasing Happiness,
And it taunted my desperation.

The strong scent of coffee
Is my soul's favored company;
Such a warm comfort trickle its way
Of bitter, to find its way to sweet!


Happy is a weather of the day
not a season, not a brand.
It is the clouds that tease the sun
randomness of a child.

Don't peek
I've been working hard
Not to move
Under my cover

I have a bag of seashells
Collected from acres of sand
Sums up my walk's treasure
At my abode, an idle land

Hooked into this habit,
staying up late, two AM;
my lover drools on my pillow;
I watch his dreaming state.

His fingers are brittle and yellow,
those veins are fat and nagging;
his hands are thick and rough,
and they shake when he speaks.

Obsessed with a thought
teasing, he daunts
some divine sleeps,
postpones a feast,

My love is a red wine,
preserved its taste
by years - to spare -
for such exclusive lips.

This is an Emergency

and you chilling in there
waiting for it to hurt

The Best Poem Of Melanie Emikohe

I Wait

Like an obedient child,
I wait. I wait.
Tomorrow, will you?
At a friend's party.

I despise dreaming
because they're lies;
sweet hearts' tales
gone by breakfast.

Perhaps i should be
satisfied with gazes;
for your lips are frozen,
stitched and dead.

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The real Truth- - - - 09 August 2018


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Angela Barker 13 September 2007

Soft and subtle, strong and fierce -her poetry leads me in delightful circles, leaving me dizzy, drunk and sated.

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Goldy Locks 05 November 2006

I only dance with women with visions, and Melanie Agua - aquacious female poet - has one. keep raising the bar. thump the divide. your saucy subdued wit is not going unnoticed. sjg x

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