Tag: romance

WHEN WE MEET

Convinced that you’re somewhere
waiting to be joined on a cold bed
Destiny shall lead us there
and erase the times our hearts bled

Wonder what it shall be like
when we meet for the first time
How soon will love strike
for our ears to hear bells chime?

Perhaps we shall know right away
that we each stare at a soulmate
Aching for the arrival of that day
when love’s kiss seals our fate

 

 

K.G. says…
A lot of people believe that there’s at least one person out there specifically for them; the perfect counterpart. We may at times wonder about what that person is currently doing and liked to think that their life feels just as incomplete as ours until the we finally meet.
Many questions arise when we fantasize about the soulmate we are yet to meet. Who are they? When will we cross paths? How will our first interaction play out? Will it be obvious that we’re meant to be? These thoughts are often fueled by a realisation of loneliness which in turn is offset by the lingering hope that someone special exists for us to find.

YOUR WALLS

Want to get close to you if you’d open up
Hopes half empty as I try to fill your cup
Round and round in circles but we don’t merry-go
Your walls lock me out like Jericho

Our attraction’s magnetic, though you fear the rust
You’ve been hurt once so you find it hard to trust
Mission impossible due to who you cruised with last
They promised you magic then vanished fast

If only I could have been the very first you chose
Wish we had chilled together before your heart froze
In spite of the warmth I give, it refuses to thaw
Still, your past blinds the potential future I saw

 

 

K.G. says…
When writing, I wanted to blend a bit of quirky wordplay in with a piece that has quite a deep tone. The intention was to make the words lighthearted whilst the meaning still hits home hard – i.e. easy on the eyes, heavy on the heart. Most of us have experienced this frustration or indeed been that person frustrating someone else. I, for one, have been on both sides.
There’s a certain sense of helplessness when you’re interested in someone but they’re reluctant to let you in because a former partner mistreated them. It’s like coming across the promised land and being refused entry because the last person they let in urinated on the flowers… [lovely analogy, isn’t it?] Lastly, I realise the Tom Cruise reference [line seven] is somewhat iffy but I still like it so cut me some slack please.

THE ONE I SEE IN DREAMS

You resemble my lover
The one I see in dreams
Can’t envisage any other
As unlikely as it seems

You star in my slumber
So I savour every sleep
Once awake, I remember
Nightly memories that keep

In dreams you were birthed
Then grew on my mind
Heart’s desire unearthed
Eyes scouring to find

You are a wishful prize
Hence why I play my hand
No need to still fantasise
Because here you stand

So irresistible is your appeal
How it fills me with zest
Let us make dreams real
And lay chest to chest

 

 

K.G. says…
The first two lines of this piece were inspired by a chat-up line that my friend used. [Yes, it was definitely a friend and not me]. He said, “Hey, you look familiar”, and the girl asked, “Really? Where from?” My friend then responded, “From my dream last night” – complete with a cheeky wink. Sounds ridiculous yet he did successfully get her phone number.
One of my readers interpreted the subject as a spiritual lady of the night (such as the night hag or Lilith) – which I found hilarious and impressively deep in equal measure. From my perspective, I believe most of us have a mental image of what we’d want our perfect partner (i.e. dream girl/guy) to look like. What would you say to that person if you met her/him in real life? If you ever do run into your dreamboat, feel free to use this poem to woo them. Just make sure you invite me to the wedding for playing wing-man!

A 10 (A TEN)

Are my chances high or nought? Let me know
Give me a chance and cross the nought; tic-tac-toe
Not shy to taste your lips in the open; alfresco
Because totty you’re a 10 like Francesco

I’ll let go of all others if you’re mine to hold
Take me off the market because I’m already sold
You won’t carry burdens, I’ll lighten the load
Darling, you’re A 10 like Great Cambridge Road

Go 10! You’re on another level like a Super Saiyan
Not rich but if you want attention, I’ll keep paying
My persistence is born out of will, like Jaden
I prayed to find a 10, now I can say Amen

 

 

K.G. says…
A paper-and-pencil children’s game. Outdoor eating. An Italian football [soccer] legend. A dual carriageway in North London. A character from a Japanese anime. Hollywood father and son. What do all these seemingly random things have in common?… Absolutely nothing.
However, I was in the mood for a bit of wordplay and popular culture references so they all came in handy. If Shakespeare (through Romeo) can compare Juliet to a summer’s day, then why not compare a fair maiden to a tarmac road in North London?!
Disclaimer for the PC brigade: I don’t actually believe that women’s appearance (or men’s for that matter) should be numerically rated. This is purely light-hearted, tongue-in-cheek flattery; and NOT intended to be misogynistic.

BEAUTIFUL IN ANY LANGUAGE

Her beauty is easily apparent through the eyes
Though it’s not the only way she can mesmerise
As gracious as she is gorgeous; pleasant surprise
Could compliment continuously and speak no lies
An alluring outer aura alongside a warm inner glow
Presence that raises smiles when spirits are low
A queen who oozes radiance from crown to toe
Beautiful in any language – nzuri, jamila, beau

Her glamour entices effortlessly, for it’s so natural
Entwined with a persona as pure as a rare mineral
Various virtues to offer beyond just the physical
Withholding appreciation for her would be criminal
Truly one of a kind; she embodies the old adage
Able to fill a hollow heart and tame a rogue savage
She inspires healing where there’s been damage
Aulelei, sundar, mooi – beautiful in any language

 

 

K.G. says…
Quite possibly my personal favourite of all the poems I’ve written. A lot of my readers also seem to like it. And to answer a question which has been asked of me several times… yes, it was inspired by someone that I know (or at least how I once saw that someone). 
The piece is a tribute to an almost flawless figure; an appreciation of every aspect of her being. To that extent, the term “language” in this context doesn’t simply refer to spoken tongues. Rather, it encompasses everything that makes her [the subject] who she is – her outward appearance, character, values, influence on her environment, etc. Simply put, she possesses beauty in every way conceivable. Now all I have to figure out is where/how to meet such a mythical individual for real!

MODERN INTERACTION

When we met, you seemed quite meek
Requested your number so we could speak
Messaged each other nonstop the first week
But that early promise soon turned bleak
First, I noticed your replies become weak
Then you started hiding for me to seek
Such treatment is audacity at its peak
Under your makeup lays barefaced cheek

Why do you leave my messages on “seen”?
Stop the act, you know exactly what I mean
You even talked dirty, you sounded keen
Something then changed so just come clean
Because this isn’t how it was like before
Conversing with you wasn’t such a chore
How come you aren’t interested anymore?
Tell me so I can at least know the score

That’s the nature of modern interaction
Cold hearts have placed feelings under ration
Chemistry fizzes away with little reaction
As possibilities often end in dissatisfaction

 

 

K.G. says…
I was a bit surprised at just how many of my readers that related to this on an emotionally frustrating level. It’s quite amusing and poignant at the same time. The state of us millennials, eh?
I could go on for hours upon hours about what I think are the reasons behind this phenomenon but I’m sure we all have our theories. Just like we all (or at least most of us) have experienced this type of wasted time. Anyway it happens *shrugs* so as Jay Z and the Foo Fighters both (repeatedly) said… on to the next one!

THE BIG HITTER

Throw it back for the big hitter
I bury the head deep like a grave digger
It’s a handful about to grow bigger
Once I get my digits on your ‘8’ figure
Earn your stripes, bounce on it like Tigger
Feel it yank your tummy, no Hilfiger
When I beat it, it’s going to be a thriller
Like Ali versus Frazier in Manila
Leave you punch-drunk without liquor
Go ape for the banana like a gorilla
King-sized like Kong and Godzilla
Don’t DIY, I brought my power driller
Santa’s here with your stocking filler
Empty the sack while you gulp vanilla
No veg, you’re having meat for dinner
I’ll butcher the kitty, call me pet killer
Play ball with me, you be the pitcher
And throw it back for the big hitter!

 

 

K.G. says…
This is just a playful and cheeky piece that was very fun to write. I wanted it to read and sound like a rap, without a structured rhyming scheme [half rhymes in truth]. The use of plain English and everyday speech gave me freedom to play with words and throw in lots of popular culture references.
I also wanted it to be very suggestive without expressly mentioning the subject. Although I’m sure you quickly worked out what it’s really about! [Hint: it’s not baseball]

BOTH KNOW THE GAME

He dangles his cash like bait for her beauty
She uses her looks to lure lots of his money
Both are in it for themselves, their actions are phony

He won’t make her his girlfriend, he just wants to beat
She won’t enjoy his company yet she agrees to go eat
Both know the game so they keep each other sweet

He is after all the pleasures without the commitments
She wants to taste luxuries beyond her confinements
Both tease with their assets, trading off in instalments

He takes her fancy places for her to post on social media
She entertains his advances to ensure he stays eager
Both keep playing till they get tired and need a breather

He happily pays to fulfil his desires, regardless of cost
She cares not that her feelings are colder than frost
Both know the game well and there is zero love lost

 

 

K.G. says…
Bwoiii… a modern take on an age-old tale. These are just certain observations that others and myself have made; presented in art form. It speaks for itself so I don’t need to say too much about it – we all know the game!
On a side note [before the PC brigade gets up in arms], I acknowledge that the particular roles described in the scenarios can also be depicted in reverse and are not restrictive traits of any particular gender or orientation.

LEGS LONG AND THIN

Looking good with legs long and thin
Waiting to discover how it feels within
Hoping it is tight but not way too much
Beautifully made, eager to finally touch
Gently unbutton, unzip then spread
Been longing for this, it must be said

Hands on the waist pulling into position
Cue the moment desire comes to fruition
Slip one in deep then follow with another
Soon both legs are shaking like fever
Wriggling, squeezing, breathless scenes…
Such effort, just to try new skinny jeans!

 

 

K.G. says…
First of all, shame on you for thinking what you thought whilst reading it! Tut tut – it’s just an innocent poem about denim 😉
This is definitely up there as one of the most fun poems for me to write. It was quite challenging as well because, unlike the ideas for most of my other pieces which come to me naturally, I had set myself a task to write something that would take the audience on a deceptive journey for as long as possible before delivering an unexpected twist right at the end.
Hope you enjoyed reading it as much I enjoyed writing it. Go and have a cold shower now.

CROSSED PATHS

Vowed to protect you, whatever it takes
Warmed your days and soothed your aches
Stood by you through all your mistakes
Until love ended in misery and heartbreaks

Devoutly devoted to you when you were mine
Waiting for clouds to give way to sunshine
Yet the skies grew greyer, an ominous sign
That our crossed paths would never align

Time was, this would have seemed insane
How a bond so true could somehow wane
Slipping further as the tears fell like rain
From friends to lovers then strangers again

 

 

K.G. says…
One of, if not, the most personally emotional poems I have written. That last verse! *holds back tear*  It was also the first piece I ever performed to a spoken word audience. It really seems to connect with people as a lot of my readers have mentioned it among their favourites.
From an artistic point, I was pleased with how it came to life through a mix of sincere vulnerability and metaphors. Such was how naturally it flowed from the heart, that I wrote it all out before scanning the text and eventually deciding on a name for it [after a couple of working titles].