The Almond Poem by Olumide Sowemimo

The Almond

In the hushed grove where feelings bloom,
‎I found you—soft beneath love's loom.
‎Not rose nor thorn, not bloom nor flame,
‎But almond-shaped, and just the same.


‎You are the almond in my chest,
‎A tender seed in my heart
‎Hard-shelled where pain has shaped your form,
‎Yet in your core, the sun stays warm.


‎I cracked through walls you never spoke,
‎A hush of flesh beneath the oak.
‎Your silence hid the sweetest part—
‎The bitter skin, the sugared heart.


‎Not every love is loud and red,
‎Some whisper where the almond's fed.
‎Dry lands it needs, and patient skies—
‎Like us, who loved with quiet eyes.


‎In famine days, you still held tight,
‎A promise folded, sealed in light.
‎Where others sought the bloom and flair,
‎I found your truth in what lay bare.


‎So let them chase their cherry trees,
‎Their fragrant flings, their eager breeze.
‎I'll take the tree that bears your name—
‎The almond love, both strong and flame.

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