In Creative Corner, poetry

I thought it was love
being worn like a glove
Cherished like a dove,
and suddenly dumped like a dirty stove.

It looked so real
with the obvious zeal
until everything was made plain,
after I was slain.

Loneliness drew the curtain
because he couldn’t press the button
in the presence of witnesses,
with fierce righteousness.

Depression lost its ground
with the new love I found
who healed my wound,
and made me sound.

Then it made more sense
scraping off the nonsense
that physical presence,
remains the only essence.

But with great assurance
I cherished His fragrance
which gave me utterance,
To maintain His ordinance.

 

This Poem was published in the January 2024 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.

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Ekwueme Amblessed Ifunanyachi

 

 

Ekwueme Amblessed Ifunanyachi is a law graduate of Abia State University, Uturu, Nigeria. She is a poet and a writer, and is the author of a poem titled “Onye kwe Chi ya ekwe” which was published in the 7th edition of Chinua Achebe Poetry, Essay Anthology (a publication of the Society of Yong Nigerian Writers, Anambra State Chapter). She passionately loves writing poems, especially on contemporary issues in her society. She is enrolled in an online Diploma on Poetry with Alison Online Courses.

 

 


 

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The Real Love – A Poem by Ekwueme Amblessed, Nigeria

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