Bittersweet Poetry : Poems of the week by Mumba Ngoma ,Alexander PrinceCharmer Brown,Nancy Handabile and Salome Sindiswa Phiri

 

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ENJOY THIS WEEKS POEMS ;

I LOVE HIM BUT HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW MUCH by Mumba Ngoma

I love him but he doesn’t know how much.

He walked in today after a long time and my heart jumped for joy, but then pain creeped in.

We were too close him and I

Shared jokes and our world was complete

A walk with him mean’t a lot

We walked and talked and people wondered what he was to me

Too free, unreserved and careless i was with him, they thought he couldnt be my boyfriend!

Too stupid and open he was, he couldn’t be my brother!

He was my best friend

The connection was so deep i never thought anyone could close it up.

Well ” someone just had to cut it short”

Its painful to face up to the fact that he cut it short.

Not that he walked up to me and said ” we cant have this anymore”. Man! That would have been easier.

Instead; he lost his cause

Fell in a ditch that scrapped off his identity.

He remembers and longs to have what we had but his decisions lately prevents him from being who he was.

Iam here, i wanna hear him tell those jokes but how could he when he now does exactly what he made fun of?

Now, all i can do is pray and hope he finds himself.

I will wait for him, i will wait for that time when we can talk about nothing but still laugh.

That time will come.

It has to come cause my heart’s broken and it will only heal after he finds his identity.

 

YOU AND I ARE FOES by Nancy Handabile

You and I are foes,

but ours is a silent war,

a battle of hearts,

a fight of emotions,

an endless string of hurtful moments meant to prove disinterest.

Feigned disinterest for we both know the tide is there.

The softness, the gentle words, the little phrases that you utter in sudden moments.

You feed on my weakness, my unpalatable shame.

My obvious craving of your affection.

Perhaps there is no victor in this war.

It seems we have both lost.

And later when the years have passed will you look back with regret.

Will you wish you had taken the leap?

IT’S ALL IN THE MIND by Alexander PrinceCharmer Brown

 

There’s no right. There’s no wrong.

There’s no weak. Theres no strong

There’s only one thing that everyone is yet to find.

That’s the reality that the world is in your mind

 

There’s no lie. There’s no truth

There’s some doubt. And there’s faith

There’s more life in front than there is behind

That’s belief without sight. The world’s in your mind

 

There’s no rich. There’s no poor

There’s only getting tired of who we are

But WAKE UP! Open your eyes! Don’t be blind.

You need to realize that the world’s in your mind

 

There’s no failures. There’s no greatest.

Everyone was designed with the capability to stand any test.

 

There’s no heroes. There’s no bad guys

There’s only us and a type who compromise

Once is all you need to switch to the other side.

There’s good and bad in everybody’s inside.

 

There’s no losers. There’s no winners

There’s no need for borrowers and owners.

 

There’s no me writing this piece.

There’s only it’s message engraved in your mind’s deep abbys

You can be it. You can do it. You can date success if you make up your mind.

It’s starts with telling yourself that the world’s in your mind.

 

CRUSHING OVER YOU By Salome Sindiswa Phiri

The loud thud of my heartbeat deafens my ears. So slowly the sound like a sponge dries out my mouth. The drum of my heartbeat stirs the fires of my tummy; flooding my face with a heat… the hairs on my body dance a wave, up and down in salutation.

 

My head faint, my nose assaulted with the scent of musky sandalwood…oh if only I were but blind and not see the agonizing magnificence…my hands, have you gone to sleep, wet, cold, yet life explodes in you with sharp hot needles. I stand still…my feet yelling run…my knees weak and conflicted with the urge to bow out.

 

I feel the giggles of the shivers in my spine as they chase each other up and down…oh gosh the butterflies are awake now, their wings tickle my tummy…My body in a cocoon of candy floss…have you ever seen so much sugar pumped in a merriment of color?

 

I’m high and faint, strong and weak, hot and cold, composed yet in turmoil… running and standing still, joyful and sad…am crushed by the agony and wonder of crushing! Crushing over you!

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