UNBROKEN

Pebble hearts

On marbled floors.
So from whence come broken hearts? 

A perfect heart will crack the floor
Which means that heart
Was never in love.

But pebble hearts 
Cracked by the floor,
Ooze the essence of our imperfections:
Our flaws.

Pebble hearts:
Because we know lovers aren't perfect.
Pebble hearts:
Because we choose not harm our love.
Pebble hearts:
Because we are willing to forgive
And restore the imperfect smoothness
Of our love.

So have faith in love once more.
Have faith and leap
And feel the fall...

Pebble hearts 
And marbled floors.
So from whence come broken hearts?

-Royyce Jeddi O'Zionn

[Inspired by the picture above which was posted by Ganyobi Nii Saki Sackey on [P.O.E.T.S] People Of Equal Thoughts'  Facebook wall.Written circa 1416hrs on Thursday, 13th September,2012.]

MINGLING SHADES OF LOVE

Faster heartbeats

Presence so sweet

Eyes so bright

The head so light:

The young love

Do something better

Things getting bitter

Love that hurts

Love not met:

The fading love

Love waiting on fate

Waiting for a date

Love without hate

But love too late:

Timid love

Love too physical

Love so typical

Love without focus

Is much hocus-pocus:

Empty love

The love that rises

In the event of crises

The love that heals

This love so real:

The strong love

Love so natural

Love so actual

Love not a must

Love that trusts:

The mature love

Love that shares

Love that cares

Love so available

Love undeniable:

Lovely love

The love that we are

And the colour so far

The love that flies

Over shades of miles:

Beyond love

[As my contribution to the next edition of ALEWA : The Rebirth Of Spoken Word & Poetry in Ghana.

The next edition of ALEWA,which is the fifth, is themed on "LOVE," with the tag line: "Verbal Intercourse."

It comes with a formula for the show: Verbal Intercourse + x = LOVE; Find x.] 

WHEN LOVE LEAVES

Prologue:

 “It takes love to love someone

     But it takes trust to keep that one.”—r.j.o'zionn

The poem:

When the soil of separation

Is loamy enough.

And the seed of mistrust

Is sowed even singularly.

A sprout shoots up in no time

It then stems out into the inevitable:

As they both branch away from each other,

The greenness of love turns brown.

Then the leaves begin to fall…

That’s...when...love...leaves.

[Inspired and written circa 0755hrs-0800hrs   08/09/2011,by a member of P.O.E.T.S [People Of Equal Thoughts & Spirit], Thomas Hayes’ poem, “When Love Leaves.”Circa 0755hrs-0800hrs   08/09/2011.  It had a picture on which the poem was written; A picture of luggage leaning against a tree.]