Tag Archive | life poems

She’s been seeing him every other night
And now it’s becoming an addiction
Every time she promises herself it’s the last time she’s doing this
And just before she places her phone on the table, it beeps
It’s him on WhatsApp again, he has sent her a picture of his abs
A sweet message escorting it and kissing emojis
“Hey love, send me a picture of your boobs and…”
“send me one for the thighs and make the boobs tighter for the cleavage”

She smiles and caresses her erect nipples
Because life is getting sweeter and sweeter
Maybe the poetic charm in his messages is driving her crazy
She opens her phone’s gallery and decrypts his image
Her lips start to tremble when she imagines his lips in hers
The hugging of their tongues and the taste of his
The sweetness in his saliva might leave her wanting more

She checks and admires the latest picture he sent of his penis
The veins are superhot, it’s big and erect
She can feel the oozing of a wet substance between her legs
Because this is different with what her husband offers
She rushes to the bathroom to take a picture of her breasts

“Honey, why take your phone with you in the bathroom?”, her husband asks
“The bulb in here doesn’t work anymore”, she replies
“And I need to shave my pubic hair they’re really disgusting”
She squeezes her breast tight to the chest and takes a picture
She picks the Gillette and makes sure the cookie jar is super clean
She takes a picture of her hot thighs and sends them to him

She finds her hubby in bed, he stands and heads to kiss her
He can’t hold the bull anymore, it has risen to occasion
He gives her a forehead kiss as his hands slip in her T-shirt looking for the nipples
“Babe I am not in the mood”, she nags
“We had sex three weeks ago, what’s up honey?”, he asks
“I said I am not in the mood, am tired we shall talk tomorrow.”, she replies
She heads in the drawer and hands her hubby lotion
“I hope that will do some justice, feel free to masturbate. I will clean the floor tomorrow.”

She lies on the bed and fantasizes about the love making they will have with this other guy tomorrow
The smell of his cologne
The candle lighting in the afternoon, this will be a small heaven
The flowers he promised to bring and a surprise gift
Their thighs clapping as he strokes deeper and deeper to her orgasm
The grinding of their teeth during ecstasy
His touch and the rubbing of his beards on her well shaven pelvis as he licks the pink
This guy is just driving her insane

She dozes off holding her phone next to her heart
She dreams of the big day tomorrow, when the illegal will be legal
Her dreams are now turning wet, do girls have wet dreams?
She turns for a new position and the phone drops to the floor

“Tina! Tina! What is this?”, he asks
She wakes up rubbing her sleepy eyes and drooping eyelids
The husband is holding her phone swiping through her WhatsApp conversation
His body is shaking and his voice has developed some hiccups
She could tell all is not well by the wrath is his voice
He was holding a broomstick on his right hand
She needed a plan pretty fast

 

WHERE IS JUSTICE??

Down in those streets ,I walk everyday
Memories haunting me ,Day and night
Each other day is never different
I’ve become familiar
With all streets and routes
Because that’s where I call home.

It’s been years since they left
Those who were close to me
Those who cared about me
The pictures never faded
How it all happened ,Is what hurts most
The screams of help,the pain in their voice
Those eyes shading the last tears

That fateful night
When those people showed up
Demanding for what was never theirs
What they termed as their property
Mama couldn’ just watch
But within her first screams
She was hardly hit
Groaned for minutes in pain
And was no more

Papa watching from a distance
Felt the pain more
Having promised to always be there
To be his protector
He struggled to untie himself
But seemed impossible
When he became more stubborn
He was finally shot
And the mission was completed

Those whom I termed relatives
Turned out to be destroyers
Those whom I Considered loving
Were the enemies and vengers
I see them walking freely
With their heads high ,full of pride
Those whom I termed loving
Had the guts to drove me out of home

Street is what I call home
And I see you people passing by
With eyes full of hatred
Yet here I am pleading for justice
But my voice can’t be heard
Trying to understand what is Love
Looking for answers
So when you pass me by
No need to judge
There is more than just me
A heart broken into many pieces
Trying not to give up
Waiting for a Savior
A soul pleading for Justice.
©truphythepoet

Tell him an still here
Waiting for the love that he promised
The unwavering love
Tell him I’m ain’t broken
Coz I’ve learned it the hard way

Tell him my heart ain’t torn
Into broken pieces
But rather, am much stronger
Coz of the experience
And the pain I’ve gone through

Tell him I’m still a dreamer
Of the eternal love
That I always hoped for
And still believed in
Each and every day.

©truphythepoet

#until when tutaimba the same song

Nakaa chini natry kukachora
Najaribu kuwaza Na kuwazua
Ni which language ntatumia
Ndo atleast mse anielewe
Until wen tutaimba the same song
Ndo atleast tuchange society yetu

Tumeishi for long tukifight
Girlchild rights zake apewe
Na Sasa imekuwa ni Kama tulikosea
Wamepata too much freedom
Wakasahau place walitoka
Instead ya kuchange for better
Wamedecide kuchange for worse

Nashindwa kuelewa niaje
Mzazi wako amejinyima ndo upate
Na still unataka raha inakulead Kwa grave
Until when tutaishi kuimba the same song
Hearts zetu zinahurt
Kujua Wengi wetu wanapotea njia
Rather than kupata njia

Kuna beast inajiita ‘contraceptive’
Inaendelea kutumaliza polepole
Tunajiita the digital generation
Tukidhani tunatrend na kujua mob
Yet tunajipoteza na kuacha analog generation wakirule
Abortion imekua ni Kama kutema mate
Tunakill innocent souls tukidhani tuko right
Yet tunajidestroy sisi wenyewe

Si ati sex ikona expiry date
But Kama huesmake kuabstain
Kuwa ready kuchukua responsibility
Na consequences zitafollow
Coz STI ‘s na ukedi n real
Na inarise Kwa mayouth kuliko wazee
Unatry kuprevent mimba ukitumia pills
Una end up kukuwa barren Kwa lifetime

Si ati Kuna maholy Jo’
Ni venye inabidi kujiheshimu
Then the rest watakupea respect
Funga your thigh land
Na hakuna mse atatry kuiopen
Coz we si public property
Unless unadai kujionyesha
Ukue mali ya Umma.

©truphythepoet 2016