In Loving Memory of Losing You

**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)


https://www.youtube.com/@ONGODIAJAMESPETERTHEWORLDSEER2

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POEMS TO READ from Ongodia James Peter

**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 …

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POEMS BY THEWILDPOET

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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.

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The Coming of TheWildPoet

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 …

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The Coming of TheWildPoet

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 …

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