Tapiwa Mesah

Tapiwa Mesah Apr 2020

The love of a woman
That soothed my soul
The pureness of her heart,
Quenched my little desires.

I changed my ways,
For i knew not of the vows,
That i was committing to.
The chains of sorrows,
The portions of happiness.

Tapiwa Mesah Apr 2020

Forests pains

How well do you know me
I've cried and smiled
They took away the shade to my roots
They cut my arms, my wings.

The sun smiles, the sun cries
I merry for such a prize.
For again my shade blossoms
And my arms stretch once more,
Beyond my reach.

I'm a tree in a forest,
And such is my pain.

Tapiwa Mesah Apr 2020

I'm not lost

A flower blossoms
In the midst of muddy swamps
It stands around the algae,
The petals smile even at the bees.

The grin of the little seeds
That the wind blows effortlessly,
Is sprayed to places and places
And preaches love and nothing else.

Tapiwa Mesah Apr 2020

Cart

Passion drove the Cart
The Cart moved forward
Resilience kept it in motion
Determination fueled the zeal.

Perseverance gave the thoughts,
Of the greens and the flowery views.
A place we've only seen in dreams
Where prayers have all the powers.

Tapiwa Mesah Apr 2020

The Pits

A place of many fears
Is a place with no peers
A level of loneliness
Way so beneath our hopes.

Rock bottom was the scariest
The envisioning of our past
The dew and the heavy mist
To wake up again from the East.

Don't frown don't despair,
Its a place of strength anyways
Where second chance awaits
To be grabbed by the horns.

Pick up yourself and stand again!

Tapiwa Mesah Apr 2020

Tears of the Sun

Thick dark cloud above
Shadows our paths of all
The pain and sorrow ooh no!
Our weeps get the wipes.

The tears of the sun
Graces them all in one
A love from above that no one,
Has ever dreamt of or sat upon.

There comes the rain
The thunder that scares the enemy
Tears that wipes the agony
Love that erases every inch of bygone.

It was the rains of the summer
The gratitude of the dark cover,
that assured us that it was over.
Smiles were thrown all over.

Tapiwa Mesah Apr 2019

Break-prime

How am i going to figure it out
when the figures are faint.
How am i going to stay up,
If you look down on me,
Or maybe i don't look up to you.

Flora worshiped us in the pathways,
On our way to bliss,
To say least of the sunflowers.
The grass made a run,
Yellow honey combed flowers would bow.

We lived us in the epic times,
Whispers and the silence on us,
Wow!! It gave us goosebumps .
It was magic perfection,
None from the witches and wizards.

Prime you were to me,
Only I would understand,
Alas you didn't get me.
You became even, not only me
Would get into you.

Now I've figured it out,
Not all figures are prime.
I'm not going to stay up,
You look down on me.
And I'm never going to look up to you.

this poem is about how a person changed or grew from being this person to that person. It is subjective if the person changed in a bad way but all still is change, unfortunately it is perceived a bad change by those that you would have left or decide to go separate ways with.