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Iromo Esther Poem
A caring attitude manipulateby arrogance,
Stirs up trouble but later causes affection,
It's hard to believe but it's friendship in disguise,
Many are left in confusion and also amusement.
Loss of words and loud silence is expressed ,
But without a smile my friend is not impressed,
Self contentment is not his deal,
Just keeping the promise for real.
A friend of my life's worth,
If he's angered, it's destructive wrath,
So am willing to give birth
to the unveiled trauma burning within me,
Express the impulsive curiosity itching me,
My friend, how can I help you?
Copyright © Iromo Esther | Year Posted 2022
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Iromo Esther Poem
Blood dropped to the floor
With a knife on my hand
I stood there lifelessly
The sweet pain, I feel
Drowned into my skin
Soothing me in a way I don't know
I thought of nothing else
Just watched my blood flow
I then fell to the ground shortly
Scared and frightened
I threw the knife
What did I do, I said
But it was too late
The hell I feared had opened
I can't escape now
It's my reality..
Copyright © Iromo Esther | Year Posted 2023
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Iromo Esther Poem
I keep thinking of what to do,
Memories of us flow like a river,
Although I hate you too,
Losing you is like losing a liver,
At times,I wonder if it's true,
Maybe we are really not meant to be,
Your love still spreads to me like flue,
It's when I realized you also love me.
For you I can persevere,
All the hurtful and separating moments,
When the heartbreak is severe,
In the end love supliments,
Indeed this love is pure,
Because of it am willing to endure.
Copyright © Iromo Esther | Year Posted 2021
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Iromo Esther Poem
Blood dropped to the floor
With a knife on my hand
I stood there lifelessly
The sweet pain, I feel
Drowned into my skin
Soothing me in a way I don't know
I thought of nothing else
Just watched my blood flow
I then fell to the ground shortly
Scared and frightened
I threw the knife
What did I do, I said
But it was too late
The hell I feared had opened
I can't escape now
It's my reality..
Copyright © Iromo Esther | Year Posted 2023
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Iromo Esther Poem
New is not a new word
But it's also not an old one
Described as "pure" to some
Then "not seen" to many
Still that's not how I know it
It's just an "escape from before"
Or even "an after"
So how do you know it?
Happy new year
Copyright © Iromo Esther | Year Posted 2022
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Iromo Esther Poem
I keep thinking of what to do,
Memories of us flow like a river,
Although I hate you too,
Losing you is like losing a liver,
At times,I wonder if it's true,
Maybe we are really not meant to be,
Your love still spreads to me like flue,
It's when I realized you also love me.
For you I can persevere,
All the hurtful and separating moments,
When the heartbreak is severe,
In the end love supliments,
Indeed this love is pure,
Because of it am willing to endure.
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Iromo Esther Poem
Because of you, tears are shed
Because if you tears are wiped out
Because of you, tears are meaningful
Because of you, tears are meaningless
But because of you are these tears worth it?
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Iromo Esther Poem
In the dark lonely night, you stayed
With different words,I said
Whoever angered me, was slayed
All these love and joy, it paid
By thoughts of breakups
Which gave me hiccups
You shouted for lookouts
In the end love standouts
She took me for a fool
Thinking our love deep as a pool
Would quickly shrink
In the eye's blink
Roamed around aimlessly
Tortured mercilessly
Even though we separate
But love was our fate
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Iromo Esther Poem
By beefs and creeps,
She always weeps,
Although her sorrow sleeps,
Happiness Nevers beeps.
Times she swears,
Her eyes filled with tears,
Cries loud like bears,
Fall on only deaf ears.
Cracks formed on the wall,
All problems become tall,
She might slightly fall,
And maybe die for all.
Copyright © Iromo Esther | Year Posted 2021
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Iromo Esther Poem
By beefs and creeps,
She always weeps,
Although her sorrow sleeps,
Happiness Nevers beeps.
Times she swears,
Her eyes filled with tears,
Cries loud like bears,
Fall on only deaf ears.
Cracks formed on the wall,
All problems become tall,
She might slightly fall,
And maybe die for all.
Copyright © Iromo Esther | Year Posted 2021
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