I have a ripe fruit
Hanging on a tree;
Smart as tie and suit,
Salty like the Sea.
This fruit is ruby
And reddish outside;
Light but thick creamy,
Tasty juicy inside.
This fruit rise and moves
Like wave and billow;
Its craziness drives –
Me mad and shallow.
It is an Apple
Of my eyes and heart;
Never in ample
So for it we fight.
This fruit is of love
Not ending inside;
It may gasp and hove
Faint but never die.
© 2017, Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Love this one.
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Thanks… The power is in its syllable… 5-5-5-5
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Going back to have another read!
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Lol… Hehehehehe, that’s an encouragement and motivation from you to me, and I appreciate it.
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Written 11:11am today, in the toilet. Highly structured, and trending greatly too
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Yep! Got it :). Does this type have a name?
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At the moment, I don’t know if it does… I just maintained the rhythm and structure.
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Its good.
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Thanks, I appreciate your valuable and precious time you took to read and comment. God bless you
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Thank you for saying that. You’re quite talented- so keep at it { fellow 9ja- by the way:) }
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No wonder… Hehehehehe #GreenwhiteGreen
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You are very very talented.. keep it up.. this one is completely different from your previous work
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I try not to sound the same in every poem. Currently I have over 700poems
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Good going
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Thanks to the Queen of Heart & Soul
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God bless!
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Thanks
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Thank you Shakur Seven… I appreciate
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