Kareem Itunu Azeez

Waiting For The Postman

They say we are going home,
but home is where we take our last breath.
home is where my heart belongs,
But before I go, I will keep waiting! !

I waited for far too long
for the letter you sent,
I waited everyday at the door step,
waiting for your gentle footstep, those steps of truth
like a tree with different branches,
I hope i did locate your fangs, the language of our people,
but the mail never came
and the letters you wrote,
I didn't see
some say the postman had gone the way of his heart,
others say the postman had lost his way to my home, But-
-just before I go, i sigh a sign of incredible relief,
just before I go, I hope you understand how confused together our time was,
You cannot read, and me i cannot write,
So people dictate how we live our lives,
but just before I go,
No matter how far I roam,
My heart still is locked in-between your delicate walks......
I sadly wish to see the sad words of your letters,
and perhaps a surprise, smile from an unlikely source......

just before I go,
I hope the postman locates my home
for this flesh wrinkles so much for your letter...
Don't hear about me, from people,
Ask me about me from me if ever we meet again....✍🏾
Until then, may the skies of foreign land
Cover your blushes


For Enitan T.
Solace's anthology 2017
Just poetry.

Topic(s) of this poem: poems

Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 7, 2019

Form: ABC


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  • Chinedu DikeChinedu Dike (10/15/2019 7:59:00 AM)

    Deep passionate feeling nicely brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. Very heartfelt.

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  • Kareem AzeezKareem Azeez (7/27/2019 6:17:00 PM)

    God bless us all we are family from wherever we are

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  • Sylvia Frances ChanSylvia Frances Chan (4/21/2019 10:24:00 PM)

    The metaphored poem is true unique. I have never read like this. So many hidden messages inside. This poem has a powerful start in these two lines: I cite them here: They say we are going home,
    but home is where we take our last breath.. My heart leaps up, I am tremendously shocked, after having realized that YOUR HOME IS YOUR GRAVE. I wish to say, may you keep wandering the longest time. Touching story.

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  • Sylvia Frances ChanSylvia Frances Chan (4/21/2019 10:12:00 PM)

    IF I MAY SAY, this is a poem from a poet who still lives in a country full of dictator's rules. This heart touching poem is the result of a person's thought who may still not write what his heart is urging. This poem has not only a double meaning but it can be interpreted into more meanings. CONGRATULATIONS as the Member Poem Of The Day.10

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    Kareem AzeezKareem Azeez(7/27/2019 6:18:00 PM)

    Thank you sylvia

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  • Sylvia Frances ChanSylvia Frances Chan (4/21/2019 10:01:00 PM)

    I had been living in Indonesia. Last 19th April was the election for a new president, I do hope that this present president would be chosen again by the Indonesians, because from the first president till 2014, all the previous ones were all corrupt. This present president is the first true honest one. Imagine so long independent and just now this president is building up whole Indonesia. And Indonesia is a very big country, at least 3000 islands or are has it 30.000?

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  • Pranab K ChakrabortyPranab K Chakraborty (4/21/2019 8:52:00 PM)

    I sadly wish to see the sad words of your letters,
    and perhaps a surprise, smile from an unlikely source...... so straight an lucid the words. Intense and touchy. Nice a work to penetrate human heart. Thanks a lot.

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  • Bernard F. AsuncionBernard F. Asuncion (4/21/2019 6:16:00 PM)

    A marvelous poem of the day, Kareem.
    Congrats for being chosen....10+++++++++

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (4/21/2019 1:36:00 PM)

    You cannot read, and me i cannot write,
    So people dictate how we live our lives,
    Don't hear about me, from people,
    Ask me about me from me if ever we meet again.... //.... This is an emotional craving for one's own self, space or an identity in an alien land. Thanks & Congrats. Great Poem.

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  • Kasio Kudakwashe The creative artistKasio Kudakwashe The creative artist (4/21/2019 11:47:00 AM)

    Thank for sharing
    Very great poem of the day

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  • Amir MarandiAmir Marandi (4/21/2019 9:44:00 AM)

    A beautiful and sad poem hoping for realization of a hope. Congrats for POD.

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  • jhonkera (4/21/2019 5:45:00 AM)

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (4/21/2019 5:19:00 AM)

    Oh life!
    Cover your blushes;
    Oh love! !
    Cover your blushes
    Hope is ahead.

    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (4/21/2019 1:42:00 AM)

    " Until then, may the skies of foreign land
    Cover your blushes" .
    Heartiest congrats on poem of the Day.

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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (4/21/2019 12:48:00 AM)

    for the letter you sent,
    I waited everyday at the door step,
    waiting for your gentle footstep, those steps of truth//// beautiful waiting which touches the loving heart fairly

    O the yellow envelop
    coming hand by hand
    under the lamp-post
    the Postman seeking and reading the address

    you are standing under the moon-lit
    standing, breathing, crossing longest wink
    a dawn crow is cawing
    but the yellow envelop comes with tears............

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