your lust
seeps into me
it forgets that I’m
your child
testes muddied in
their needing
excruciating pain
in the pursuit
of the relief
the path
the supposed cure
a boy stuck in
an old man’s dress
wanting for his father
your lust seeps into me
its scent the secretion
of adolescence
heart curt with the leaving
a fixed youth
weeping indulgence
a boy stuck between rehearsals
wet behind the ear
for his father
Tochukwu Ezebube is a passionate poet and founder of Poem Collections. With a deep love for African verse and a commitment to sharing diverse poetic voices, Tochukwu curates a rich tapestry of poems that celebrate the beauty of words from Africa and around the world. Join him on this poetic journey at Poem Collections, where the magic of language unfolds.
Come away, my love, from streetsWhere mankind eyes divide,And show windows reflect our difference.In the shelter of my faithful room rest. There, safe from opinions, being behindMyself, I can see only youAnd in my dark eyes your greyWill dissolve The candlelight throwsTwo dark shadows on the wallWhich merge into one as I close beside you….
This cigarette butt This little bit of ground coffee This cherry yogurt These few grains of salt This fistful These chamomile flowers These grains of rice This ration of semolina pasta These two fingers of olive oil This piece of old bread This chunk of parmesan cheese That rose in the waters of the Aniene…
The universe has no one to be one with;Out of hundreds of watchers,not one can see.Fate’s tree is crowned with thorns;you can search forever butno blossom will break its opacity.Promises make the rounds of this world,giving hopes not theirs to give.Since the world has no sweetness,restrain your bitterness when you seethe man selling vinegar. He…
Women of Africa, Women of the Revolution! You will rise up to apex You will journey endlessly At a walking pace of the social Revolution, To the rhythm of cultural progress, In the train of economic boom To the great and beautiful city Of the exacting ends And were in leading Your brothers, your husbands…
That there’s no danger, that the word stays intact outside the person, by their side. That there’s no need to confuse one person with another, either one’s a social being – or a brute, the rest will leave the stage, it was a long night devoid of dragonflies and clouds, black – the other person,…
Awake, thou sleeping heart! Awake, and kiss The love – lorn brow Of this ebon lass, Dear Africa, Whose virgin charms Ensnare the love-lit hearts Of venturing youth From other lands Awake, sweet Africa Demand thy love, Thou sleeping heart! When the all-summer sun Paints the leafy boughs With golden rays, Know then, thou sleeping…
