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MaburuThePoet
MaburuThePoet
26/M/Harare, Zimbabwe. UZ - HSW ||MSU Student - MSW||CSW & SWE Registered SW||Humanitarian Worker||Board Chairperson||MH Ambassador||Writer||Spoken Word Artist||Events Director
Tears may trickle & dry, but they live a trail, The blood may leak from within, but it makes a lump on the chest. Battles may be fought in the forest, but flags are raised openly, So are my struggles, like cold weather in Africa, They peak during the night and leave mist in the morning, I hope I'll be a victor before my demise.
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Jun 14, 2023
Jun 14, 2023 at 6:28 AM UTC
Wounded Soldier Elegy.
Multiple storms forced me to an island An Island I thought was my home for eternity. An eternity of loneliness seemed a possibility A possibility until I met an angel on the island. The island inflicted pain had left me with wounds Wounds that the Angel has healed in a few days. The few days have been quite a blessing, A blessing to be enjoyed by us until infinity.
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Apr 22, 2022
Apr 22, 2022 at 5:34 AM UTC
My Eternal
I want to pray but my knees have become too weak I want to talk but I lost my voice so I can't speak I need an urgent solution but my mind lost its ability to think I want to cry but my tears dried, I can only blink I want to paint my feelings on the wall but I've run out of ink
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
Struggles of Life
Every day the liquid of grievances is moistening our cheeks Because bright minds are failing to find another bright mind to trust. Our failure to be a brother’s keeper is slowly making us extinct Because the only one who can save us from us is us, And if we fail to save each other, we will surely loose the battle. We have turned into the sole architects of our problems And we are running out of solutions for one another. We are falling because our shoulders have become too weak to lean on And some of them have turned into perpetrators of our own atrocities Something that has left us in an inexplicable state of vulnerability. Fallacies have turned into the truth of our time And false promises have become the foundation at which love is built on. The once celebrated beauty has turned into an evil beasts A beast that has taken the lives of many innocent souls Innocent souls that licked a sugar-coated venom because of love. Love is supposed to be the solution and not the problem Because it was created to provide eternal happiness for everyone. Love is supposed to be fountain of sweet water that provides life to the drinker And not a volcano that destroys everything in its way as soon as it erupts, So let us use true love to heal and save our world.
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Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 1:00 AM UTC
True Love Is The Answer
My eyes see nothing but tears Tears of a million suffering souls Souls that are swimming in the pool of poverty Poverty created by a few egocentric individuals My ears hear nothing but the tone of grievances Grievances blossoming from excessive suffering Suffering because of the alarming levels of idleness Idleness because the lot is controlled by a few My nose smells nothing but pungent poverty A poverty that has become a national disaster A disaster which has become a national emblem An emblem that the world identifies us with My mouth has become a floodgate of lamentations Lamentations that blossoms from excessive pain Pain which has become an inseparable part of everyone Everyone has lost hope of seeing a brighter day
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
THE CRY OF A NATION.
We met unexpectedly And we bonded immediately. Our love grew unconditionally And will be shared eternally. I was prepared to keep on waiting And my heart was far from tiring. Great passion kept me searching Until the day you stopped me from hunting. You wanted to be loved And I made you my beloved. You were tired of being ill-treated And you wanted to be protected. I vowed to be your sole source of protection And I assured you unlimited gratification. You promised me soul intoxication And you vowed to be my source of satisfaction. Our vows laid a foundation for true love And from that day my soul found its own dove. Our love was created in heaven by the prototype of love Because true love comes from God, for God is love.
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 6:32 AM UTC
OUR LOVE.
You promised me milk and honey And vowed to witness with me sunrises and sunsets, But you left me before the promise beared fruition. An act that proved how cunning you're. You made me believe in love that never existed And gave me a false hope on a future that was not meant to be. But why did you decide to leave me? After all the sacrifices I did for our love. You made me believe in the existence of heartbreaks And forced me to accept that all men are liars. But why did you choose to use me as your student? A student to teach all those sad love lessons. You said true love can never die And you postulated that our love was real. But why did you end our love if it was real? Giving me a heartbreak on a full moon.
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Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
THE CRY OF A BLEEDING HEART.
Every day the liquid of grievances moistens my cheeks My special mother like a towel wipes it away Without her I don’t have another shoulder to lean on Even though the other shoulder is somewhere for others. This liquid of grievances blossomed into an ink An ink that will paint my million wishes without drying. Wishes that compose a letter to you, my unknown soldier The soldier whose heroic exploits produced merits he desires not. I always ask myself many questions without answers All streaming from why you planted a seed you never desired. You left me without bidding farewell even to mother As if you travelled to the next world to join our ancestors. The only memories of you that I have are your handsome pictures The pictures your Juliet kept as a memory of her special Romeo. These twenty miles I have walked without you are like hell With every step carrying a thousand wishes of meeting you. Upon my arrival on this earth your Juliet named me after you And every moment our name is called I see visions of you. Visions that provide a false hope that I will see you after the call A hope that you will answer the call of your name in my presence.
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
A LETTER TO MY FATHER.