**In Loving Memory of Losing You **
You are
The memory I keep reaching for
But it slips away like time
After you left
I tried to stitch
My heart back together
but the seams
Kept unraveling.
Sometimes
I wonder
were you really there
or just a question
I forgot to answer.
But you are the past
and I am learning
to look forward to a future
without you.
BY ONGODIA JAMES PETER
(THEWILDPOET)
**POEMS TO READ **
1. That Helen was Beyond Beaut, So's Beyoncé
2. Useful Idiots
3. When I Die, Home Sweet Home
4. See, See, Come See
5. Am I Fortune's Bastard?
6. The National Slave
7. When I Turn Cold
8. A Mind Knee-deep
9. At Her Mercy
10. Not a Rich Thing
11. If I Could Choose to Be One of The Greatest
12. Manipulative Person (MP)
13. Back Home
14. Reminiscences
15. God Must Be a Woman
16. Awake! Ye Dreamers of Impossibilities
17. O Unquench'd Men, Kids Are Killed
18. The Pearl
19. Is History Not …
TheWildPoet, in each poem serves as a mirror, examining how faces—both literal and symbolic—shape and obscure the inner truths of society, relationships, and self-perception.
My poetic journey kick started one day in the University Library when the Belle came in towards me and sat in front as my eyes were fixed on her. She had a gorgeous nose that seemed too perfectly to complement, her delicate features. I found myself lost in the world of admiration, unable to tear the gaze away from the Belle’s nose. And I couldn’t help but wonder if her nose seemed to hold a power of magic spell on me and a pen when I wrote few lines expressing that moment. I handed her those lines to read, little …
My poetic journey kick started one day in the University Library when the Belle came in towards me and sat in front as my eyes were fixed on her. She had a gorgeous nose that seemed too perfectly to complement, her delicate features. I found myself lost in the world of admiration, unable to tear the gaze away from the Belle’s nose. And I couldn’t help but wonder if her nose seemed to hold a power of magic spell on me and a pen when I wrote few lines expressing that moment. I handed her those lines to read, little …