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10 Deep Love Poems for My Husband – Love Poems for Husband That Speak From the Heart
Here’s one thing I have learned from my previous post: most of us want to share our deepest feelings with our loved ones, but we do not know where to start. I get it. There are feelings that rest too deep in our hearts that even ordinary sentences feel too small for them. These are the feelings that stay quiet, waiting for the right time to be let out. This is the reason I love writing love…
Let Me Be the Girl You Bed Tonight
I’ve long believed that my name would sit comfortablyin sentences that began with my wife. I taught myself patience.Practiced how to be soft,even though I’ve never been good at it. My flaws,I learnt to edit them slowly.To work on them,like somehow I thought these were the missing pieces. I showed up, whole.In my nakedness. Then slowly, I adjusted myself,then showed up again,better,or maybe I…
Becoming
When you see her, tell her her daughter is tired but standing.Tell her the nights are long,and sometimes morning arrives without answers,but her child still wakes up hopeful. Tell her she is gratefulfor the hands that have held her through this season.She feels them every day,even when guilt dances on her faceand she doesn’t know how to ask for rest. When you see her, tell her I am still…
Still
The walls refuse to utter a word.No space to argue.Nothing to interrupt my thoughts.Just the clock moving slowly,and the light staying loyal. The couch remembers my weight.Nothing here asks me to speak.I sit with words left hanging,their silence heavier than sound. I fold anger into my handsand sit on it so it doesn’t spill.I choose peace without feeling it. Still, there is a space between…
Closure - The Poem
Finally, my heart exhaled.A long breath she had been holding since love first taught her how to wait.Last night she sat with memories,looked them straight in the eye without fear,and asked them to speak.For a long time, I kept my heart on a shelf,tucked away with questions that refused to sleep.She wondered if love was real,fought for closure,wondered if she had ever been enough,if she had…
The Load
This load.Sometimes it takes up all the space in the room.It sits next to you, follows you around,refusing to be left behinduntil you start believing you’re the only onebarely holding it together.This load,It breaks you until pain feels important.It walks around the room like it owns the place.For a moment,You don’t think about the woman laughing next to you.Maybe it’s a mask.You brush off the…
Pieces of You
Some things you can’t burynot even in the pits of helland pretend they aren’t there. Like that piece of youyou want to rip offlike Dr. Jekyll trying to kill Hyde,put it aside,and act like it was never part of you. Because truth be told,it still lives somewhere.It’s just dormant.Quiet even. And with the slightest trigger,it comes alivelike it never left in the first place. Maybe that’s a good…
The Shape of Survival
I wrote my poetry ebook, The Shape of Survival, over the better part of last year. It wasn’t something I sat down and wrote day after day, rushing to finish a book. No. I wrote these poems on different days, when life was happening to me.I never posted them anywhere. So I finally decided to put the pieces in one place—a book. I wrote these poems while going through different seasons in 2025.…
Borrowed Wood
Some questions sound harmlessbecause they arrive dressed in curiosity,wearing a smile.Like asking what we bring to the table,as if we are plates,as if our worth only arrivescarrying a lid.The loud voices.The heavy expectations.I want a woman who cooks,who listens,who heals,who bends,who opens her bodylike a door that never creaks.They want a mother,a love,a counselor,a wife,and a miracle,all…
Keep Going
It’s an hour to midnight.A new year is here.Keep going.Don’t stop.In a world full of expectations,my wish for you is simple,keep going.Keep going as you step into this new year.No pressure.No list.Just breath in your lungsand a heart that still hopes,even in silence.Keep going even when your resolutions fade by February,when the pages meant to hold your storyremain blank,when the plan you once…
New Year’s Eve
New Year’s Eve is here, and I know people are all over the place making plans—if they haven’t already. Like kesho. When the clock strikes midnight, there will be noise. Screams from balconies. Whistles. Fireworks bursting over estates and hotels. Someone’s car alarm will definitely go off for no reason. Nairobi will not sleep. This is the night that ushers in the new year. Me? I already know my…
Coping with Loss
I don’t know how people feel when they lose their partner, but I know the pain of losing someone close. It’s the kind of pain that just sits with you quietly. You can be fine, then suddenly you’re not.I lost my dad when I was six, and I can still tell you everything. From the day he fell sick, to the day we got the news, to the last day I threw sand on his grave. Every detail. What we were…
My Christmas Poem
I didn’t want to post this on Christmas Day and sound like I lacked the Christmas cheer. So this Christmas poem came a little late. It’s for those who were going through something. You all know I am big on healing through poetry, and while many of us were celebrating and carrying joy in our hearts, someone else was fighting a quiet battle. Someone was holding on through something heavy. It never…
I am Okay
Here’s the thing about choices,it’s a quiet kind of freedom.We make choices, sometimes wrong ones,because that’s how the world names them.And then we carry the shame like a lifetime sentence. I refuse to live there.I refuse to let guilt become a room I sleep in. I chose you.I chose to let you inside me,and I wanted you to stay.I wanted your name to linger in my thoughts,your lips to move on…
It's My Birthday
Hey! So, today is my birthday. I’ve just turned thirty-something. I had one big wish for this past year: to be a published author. And as I blow out my candles tonight, that dream is still in the “not yet” pile. At first, it felt like a failure. But then I looked at what did happen around that big goal of being published: I posted more poetry on my blog than any other year, I finished writing…
Pregnant and Single? A Modern Woman’s Guide
So, the test is positive, huh? Breathe in, breathe out. Relax. How do you feel now? As I wait for you to let these waves of emotions settle in, let me first take the time to congratulate you on this new journey. The fact that you are reading this article means that you are doing this: pregnant and single. Going solo will be tough, but here’s a quick reminder — you are not alone. You are part of a…
What Salma Mbuvi’s Husband Has Taught Me About Responsibility and Modern Manhood
This whole drama surrounding Salma Mbuvi husband has my mind noisy with thoughts. The mere idea of a man raising his hand to a woman… it disgusts me. It frustrates me. It makes me ask questions I shouldn’t even have to ask in 2025. I mean, what could be so bad that you can’t talk? What issue is so big that communication stops being an option? Like honestly—what pushes someone so far that the next…