A Lover's lips are like an Artist's paintbrush, as an Artist might put
oil on canvas, 
Lovers
puts words on paper to express their deepest emotion. Once written,
such poems are eternal, lighting a fire in your loved one's heart every
time they are read. This site is dedicated to the songs of the heart,
which are to deep to be spoken, and too passionate to be kept in, so
they are written. (If you have any poems and good articles you would
like to share please email it to admin@ethiolove.com)
Ethio free style
like kitfo and kocho
I got a phat flow
that give you a high chlosterol
but yo, I'm not guragae
you can call me atse
surafel assaminew gebrewold
the lion of judah
the light of the world
In any arena
I bust your style barefooted like Abebe Bikila
So don't even try it
cause you will fall into my trap like an ayit
kid, how you gonna rock the mic
you don't know the know how
you versus me is like
Aserat versus Goraw
you're just a rookie
I was writing rhymes when you were playing korkie
I suggest you get up of you seat
and give me a respect like shemaglae and arogit
you know the name
Surafel Assaminew
used to smack you when you came to the hood saying turmus yalew
I'm the felatch koratch
you need to start from scratch
cause your style got wasted like ye burtukhan litach
My orchestra
rocks any party with masinko,kebero, and kerar
For seven years I stood on one foot
like Abune Teklehaimanot
and busted the wack lyrics
my challengers wrote
Got fans in Atlanta and debre libanos
I shine dance floors as if I was bernos
Just stop the tchik-tchik
And I will tell you more stories than slick rick
So what that mean
take heed to the words that I say
with style,lyrics,flow
I got the power of trinity
Like Haile Selassie
Incredibly pure
I’m too hot I can’t blame the water
I’m starving but I just had my diner
What’s wrong with me? I don’t’ understand
What did you gave me? What did I have?
You ca tell me there’s noting to hide
I will go easy if you’re afraid
Or is it just my imagination, my fancy
It’s only you every where I go, every where I see
Something tells me it’s not right, not ordinary
It’s more real, more physical not imaginary
Tell me is it not you who did this to me? Prove me wrong
Coz what I’m felling is more powerful, very strong
I cannot describe it, I can’t explain
All the agony & all the pain
But one thing I know you’re my medicine, my only cure
Beauty with innocence incredibly pure
I asked all the Gods from Chaos up to Zeus
To give me a sign, to tell me what this is
I begged Aphrodite and Qupid
About the thing that makes me week & feel stupid
All they say was “Love” a single word
Too complicated and very solid
I felt stupid still don’t understand
Tell me what it is in wide, absolutely detailed
By Samson G K.giorgis To M.G
I saw this pretty Ethiopian girl
So I approached her to say "emboa zebyeder"
She had the looks, long hair and a smile
I knew she was from around the way, the Nile
I said, "Excuse me, you look like abesha
Do you speak amarigna?"
She said, "Uhmm, tinnish tinnish"
I said, "That's alright we can talk in English"
Macking ain't my forte
but I had to say
"bonjour mademoiselle comon tu tapae"
Her name was Turay but prefers to be called "T"
She got the kind of name that don't go with her beauty
Never mind her name
Cause I didn't waste time kicking my game
I found out Turyay was a flirt
little did she know I was more of a pervert than Marv Albert
Next thing you know we are at the movies
Turyay was dressed for the occasion
wearing a short qemiss
So I had one hand on the popcorn and one
hand on her knees
She pushed my hand back calling me "duriye!"
but I had a big dula ready to do some hoya hoye
Later when the movie was over
I offered her a ride back to her sefer
On the way I stopped the car
and suggested we get to know each other better
She told me she was gonna give me her qutr
But ye wenziow neber
wasn't thinking about getting a number
So I didn't waste time making contact with her kenfer
She showed signs of a little megdrdr
by that time I had her laying back on the weber
making her hotter than CHeCHebsa
took off her shirt and Tut meyaja
Looked even better in her raQut
the type girl you wanna make erguzz
Damn, I wanna be her baby's abbaye
but right now I got a little problem with ajeray
You see, just when it was time for procreation
Ajeray wouldn't rise up to the occasion
I am like, "ante asedabi!"
"You gonna let me down just when I am about
to get some for free
To my disappointment I saw Turyay putting
back her butanti
I started to explain about the technical difficulty
"I have been sick the whole week with
rasmitat and goonfan"
Truyay I will make it up to you cause
usually I' am the man"
She said "drowinu arfeh atqemeTm!"
And all I could say was zim
I drove back to her sefer
I was trying to give her a good night kiss
on her kenfer
But she got out of the car, giggling,
saying"bel dehna eder"
I just remembered i didn't write her phone number
Damn I blew it. "Ayee yene "neger"
That Captivating Tune
What is that I hear,
That snazzy, classy, jazzy tune.
That melodramatic melody,
That sway of hip and heel on concrete.
Who is that I see,
The smooth chestnut surface,
The color of Afrikaan nightfall.
The suave turn of elegance.
Where is it that I am.,
This statue I see has to be a dream,
This majestic illusion is mythical.
This life I have can no longer be sad,
For I have seen perfection at it's best.
Dedicated to z1n0NLY
BY ArifGirl
My love affair to EthioLove
When I log in Ethiolove
Healed nearly all things short of life,
Some subjects are cool as ice
They are worth sullying my eyes
To know I may well still carry on calm,
Fresh, and unruffled
And contract out the good old written left hook
To dirty dogs those who up to no good.
Later, while I keep the rounded fool bamboozled,
Merely Cancer of Cosmo was just my lark:
My Bamboo, my dagger and me
Often had clobbering time in the murky nights
Here in a place of sweet love.
The females I dominate with my sweet words
Done broke them up like E.E. Cummingers
˜She is Being Brand:
"brought all of her tremB-ling to a:dead. stand- ;still"
I love to come to Ethilove much recurrently ever:
A home away from dwelling,
For all sons and alluring daughters of Ethiopia
As well as comrades of all Ethiopians Mother of conception:
As talk of splendor what could be more attractive
Than the name "EthioLove".
Akin to a cat, I fancy you multiple lives.
Love always
BY Bamboo
LOVE
Life with its odd endings
and beginnings,
its occasionally
very paniful
middles,
its riddles,
its surprise hellos,
and at times
atonishing
adieus,
its greens, it grays,
its reads, its blues,
its flowers which come
like sunbursts
on a gloomy day,
given by a man
you barely know,
and its birthdays
forgotten
by the man
you love...
Life, with its rare gifts,
its strange charm,
its strong arm,
its vast sass,
its more than occasional
boot in the ass,
its blunt pain,
its bleak rain,
its sorrow
and its grief...
is somehow all too brief,
like a cinderella ball,
so deck the halls,
put on your pumps,
your furs,
your minks,
don't shrink,
put your tiara on,
step out,
prance high,
chin up
dance nigh
the flame
with eyes aglow,
and abve all, dear friends,
before you go,
before it ends,
and there remains
no further tale to tell,
dare once...twice...
often if you choose,
but dare,
yes, dare to love,
and if you do ,
make sure that you
love well.
For loves is worth it all,
is worth a call,
a dream,
a scheme,
a sleepless night,
a carriage ride,
or crossing
half the world,
for a glimpse, a touch,
a truth...
for loves is youth,
is fun,
is grand...
a carnival...
an opera ball...
For turth to tell,
Love is Life...
and Life is Love...
and Love is All.
BY Kidest
Superfluous Mirage
Do I wear a different shade?
They say differently I was made
Does my shadow differ from yours?
Or have YOU covered your eyes!!
And my being for you is simply a trife
Who asked you for your breath?
And must attempt to break my strength
I am I so you shall respect
You haven't the privilege to detect
My self-being or my race
Because my skin is my own trace
So stop you cynicisms and you belittling
For I take not in mind your condescending
I come from a root of the same creation
My facade is you only reason for separation
You tongue is your weapon, but not for I
My smile is my tool, and no more of my cry
I’ll grow love for you, though you say otherwise
No longer dejected by your toxic affronts
Rather elated for you have come to notice
This world is a combination of different rootsand races
BY: RadChick A.K.A Mahader Mekuria
Rebound
My tears run down in blood
And touch my face, so cold
My eyes see nothing but darkness
During the bright day or nights
My tongue speak with jargon
Of the unknown and foreign
All the twisted sense of feelings
Are my true objects of self-reflections
I feed from the dark world
And bathe in from its bloody flood
I sleep it its invisible hole
And slip down its taunted pole
I inhale the suffocating breath of air
And wear its clothes with care
I walk in its red liquid
And drawn on its solid ground
When I wear my other shadow
I have no other soul to follow
I turn blithe and free spirited
And express myself without any staid
Evil is what it might sound
But the truth is what I utter with words
I turn evil when evil is around
And prick him with of he pain he fired
Anger scatters around my soul
And push my frustration in his open goal
Making him the pain I felt
When he tries to cover me in all his fault
BY Mahder Mekuria A.K.A RadChick
The Crux of it all (Egziyabare)
I am whipped to the bone
To which I cannot feign
How his love, his purity
Had got me tied so intensely
When I eat, so he appears
When I sleep, I feel his presence
When I dream, I see his face
When I am sick, I hear his voice
Here, there and everywhere
His loving soul, I will always wear
Not with complete nonchalance
But with staid and seriousness
For he HAS got me tied
With his chains of loving world
I speak of thee, the creator
The true spirit, and the ruler
The kindness stored in us
Isn't ours, but of HIS
He who LoveETH
WILL inhale the heavenly breath
BY Mahder Mekuria A.K.A RadChick
