poemoftheday – Inside Iliana Ike

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I didn’t feel you move yet I knew you were inside me I didn’t hear you cry yet my ears pierced at the shrill pitch of your voice I didn’t see you smile yet my heart melted at its sight I didn’t hold you in my arms yet my skin tingled at its memory IContinue reading “Untitled”

Family

Family is the love you just can’t extinguish, no matter how hard you try…the respect you didn’t earn and the support you didn’t ask for…it’s an army for a surname, attack one soldier and all will rise, and fight until the last blood is shed.

Spring

a single flower blooms in dew’s morning light, such vision delights

Trust

Trust is like a double-down blanket on a bitter winter’s day…the comforting arms around the length of your body as you lay broken on the floor…the gentle squeeze of your hand when what lays ahead, is simply too hard to face alone

Pain

Pain that burns inside your heart Pain that breaks your heart so strong pain that slashes, pain that cuts, pain that twists you inside out Pain that forces the sun to hide Pain that blocks the children’s laugh pain that squeezes, pain that stings, pain that makes the devil grin feel it here feel itContinue reading “Pain”

A Love Poem

hardened heart shields up eyes of steel body blocked you burst in and softened the heart broke down the walls and let yourself in the love you gave was more than i had more than i’d experienced in all these years

Sickle

Sickle is waking up everyday, knowing that your body will betray you Sickle is feeling ashamed for the defect in your blood Sickle is telling your partner you feel fine, while you ignore the sharp pain radiating in your back, arms and legs Sickle is getting dressed for work, while your body is begging youContinue reading “Sickle”

The Tourist

With one mammoth step forward, he sidestepped the holes that decorated the uneven path, and swiftly, he reached the ageing and rickety bus, filled with sardine passengers with a mix of confusion and eagerness in their eyes. With a heavy tug, his kitchen-sized luggage lagged behind him, stuck in the confines of here and there. Another quick heavingContinue reading “The Tourist”

He Said

He said. Your voice flows beautifully like the deep, blue sea. I am captivated by the tone of your voice, and the grammatical way of your language truly inspires me. You clearly, and beautifully speak the Queen’s English you see. His eyes glaze admiringly over the length of my body and gently, he strokesContinue reading “He Said”

The Secret

I find it hard to tell friends and colleagues, The sombre tale of sickle in my blood. Oh, how I find it hard to wear, That deadly badge with pride. Even though I speak of it, To strangers far and wide, There’s always something that stops me, When I want to shout, Look. Listen. ThisContinue reading “The Secret”