Love Poetry

PROVING A POINT

When my smartness you see

Laugh at me not

`Coz inside it

Lies the true me

That you have not conceived.

When my smile you see

It you should appreciate

`Coz soon it will be gone

And all you will see

Will be a look of hate.

When my touch you feel

Let it get so real

Build in it trust

For in just a while

Its presence you will loathe.

When these words you read

Laugh while you can

`Coz when the origin you trace

Realise you will

I was only proving a point.

(Tibasiima Isaac)

BROKEN

Pieces

here

there

Everywhere

Shattered into many

Changed into parts

No longer whole

The bits

Only create pain.

Hope

gone

Nowhere

But away,

Gloom sets in

Creating tyranny

No longer peace

The gray

Brings back fear.

Broken

Utterly shattered

Destroyed

My heart writhes

Only in a thing-

Pain

And there is none

to mend it-

The breakage.

(Tibasiima Isaac)

LIVE LOVE

Love is entrenched in the heart

Not just the lips that say it out

It is not just an emotional feeling

That bursts out like flames

It is a real building

An enterprise

With a foundation set

And a goal to be achieved:

To love and be loved.

Love goes the extra mile

To do what is least expected

Only to bring out a smile

On those that are broken.

It is not made in the mind

But comes from deeper ends

To make a life lively affair

And to live positively affirmative

That is why

Love lives forever.

(Tibasiima Isaac)

FUTILITY

That smile

Kept for a while

Let him out

Onto the street.

That walk

Led the talk

Of the day

‘What a way!’

And with light

He caught sight

Not of a catch

But of the beauty.

The words

Said with touch

Made the search

Elegant and stronger.

Only then,

It was horrible!

She made nothing

Of the verbatim.

‘My God!’

She sighed,

And walked away

Leaving him

Rejected.

(Tibasiima Isaac)

A LIVING LOVE

The pulse beats

With a life springing

The purse blows

Of course for attention

Each wants a show

Yet neither is comparable to the other.

The pulse and purse

Each proving love

Yet neither but one

Has the true perfect love.

Life springs from the pulse

True love from therein;

The purse only possessiveness

Not love

But fear and jealousy.

Love is life

Life springs from the pulse.

(Tibasiima Isaac)

A POEM I WROTE FOR YOU

There is a poem I wrote for you

One that ain't something so new

It is about the love I have

That you alone back gave

And made me a person true

That not so many but few

Can really appreciate the clue:

You are a friend to me

And my love for you

Is something true indeed.

That, my friend, I wrote for thee

For you have been a brother to me.

(Tibasiima Isaac.)

A PROMISE

You've loved me

Given yourself for my sake

And known me better.

You've loved me enough

Sacrifised yourself

And been the best friend. For all you've done

I am grateful

I cannot give back like you gave

But I promise

I will love you back

Give my life back to you

And serve you always

For even before time

You loved me.

It is a pledge I make

To love you

To serve you

And that is

A promise.

(Tibasiima Isaac)

LOVE

Beyond all

Stands a virtue

Heeding the call

Not for attention

But to live

A full life alive.

So high, so true

Nothing surpasses it

For with it

All the others come,

Love waits and proves itself

That it exists.

So, grow in it

Nurture it purely

Live it out

For soon you'll know

That it was not in vain

For others you will love

When them you love.
(Tibasiima Isaac)

TO MY LOVED ONE

My dear

If ever we have a life to share

I pray you

That when we meet

You are of the right mint.

That together we shall be ready

To live a life steady

And look not back

To where we're from

But look forward.

Let's be ready

To stay together.

Though we fail along

Let's not make it a song

Then we'll know

Ours is a true love

That forgives

And forever lives.

(Tibasiima Isaac)

LOVE IS…

Come here dear

I will tell you what love is.

It can be a strong disease

That eats men up

Dries their cup

Only to let them fall into it deep.

It is that monster

That eats up the truster

And makes food of him

That he may not near it swim,

Only to tell him

That it, too, trusted him.

Love is the wind

That carries men up into the clouds

Holding them in the air,

Letting them down with a fall not fair but

Enough to give pain

To remind them it is not easy to freely gain.

Love is that beautiful flower

That blossoms with the blue sky

And heightens beauty with the sun

Yet, as dusk approaches

She seeks to whither and die.

Tomorrow, she will rise again and fly high.

So, my dear, that is love

A thing that can move

Many that to it succumb;

Yet how many realise

That as a rose has thorns

So is love with never a path smooth.

(Tibasiima Isaac)

LOVE

More of what is done

Is soon a thing gone

To the deeper ends

Where hearts are rend

And blood gushes

With a mighty rush

Of pain.

Love is such an action

One that is soon forgotten

Like yesterday’s used paper

That cannot have any weight

It soon breaks

The men that served it

To prove to them

It is a pain.

So what’s done

Loving one other person

To the deeper ends

Forgetting it can fall away

To break hearts

And force blood rushing

In a mighty stream

Only to say

“Goodbye, I am long dead and cold.”

(Tibasiima Isaac)

FOR LOVE

What would I not do for love?

Would I crawl

Like the dragging snail;

Would I climb mountains

So that that love I may maintain;

Would I sing you a song

So it can go on for long;

What would I not do for love?

Would I breathe deep

The breath that’s life’s drip

Would I tell a story

So you won’t worry;

Would I fall from above

So you’ll know it’s you I love?

What would I not do for love?

I will love and wait

Wait to see your gait

A gait to lead me on.

That where the feet lead

I will plant a seed

To prove you are the one

That my heart once loved

And forever will love.

(Tibasiima Isaac)