MlangeniLindokuhle
My birth name is Lindokuhle Emmanuel Mlangeni.I live in South Africa at Mpumalanga province in a rural village called Diepdale. / / I am a son of Thokozile Rachel Dhladhla(mother) and Jabulani Thirmothy Mlangeni(father).My mother died when I was 8years old in 2005 and my life was never the same since then. / / I have a dream to be a proffessional soccer player and a world wide famous poet. / / In 2013 I fallen in love with a beautiful girl, whom I love morethan everything in this world but soon we broke up due to some personal reasons and I started to write poetry hoping that my heartaches may subside. / I still love her today even though she find her self a new man and I will forever love her...
Red and white blooms, their leaves blowing, left my mind ubiquitous.
I felt in love.
The vision sublime.
Remember how I would write poems through the night and everyone near could wonder why?
Those were priceless moments.
The times I tried painting the picture of my love for her.
As I poured onto paper all my emotions in ink.
On the cold winter nights and rainy summer days,
I could write of happiness and pain, puppy love and how flawless she was and would forever be.
Trying to capture the inner peace.
I wrote and wrote once more and more
Releasing gently the words, both happy and sad but true.
I knew tears would fall someday, let them be.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
A sonnet that only you and I know.
A sonnet that could heal my broken soul.
A sonnet that its rhyme and melody flow,
Missing thee with evey inch of my soul.
Its beat must go with the one of my heart.
A sonnet that when I listen to makes me cry,
And paint the feelings of your heart.
A sonnet that will save my soul not to die.
A sonnet that will make us stay true.
A sonnet that will be umbiquitous
And make me smile when I feel blue.
Sing me a sonnet with a message for us.
A sonnet that will be gentle with my feelings.
A sonnet that will bring my life deeper meanings.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
I want to be your Valentine.
Darling our love is simply divine.
With you I feel so very fine.
Oh, how I longed to make you mine.
I fell in love with you from the first moment I laid my eyes on you, Precious.
I love you more each day.
I love you more than this poem can say.
I will love you until our hair becomes gray.
Oh, darling promise me, you won't go away,
Our love will never fade away.
I would kiss you, if I may.
You are the light in my life.
I wish we could be husband and wife.
I can't imagine my life without you,
For I have dove with you in the ocean of love.
We will live together forever, like doves.
I will be your cartoon and act insane because I know how much that is going to make you laugh.
Please say you love me once even twice but never avoid my effort when I try.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
The monster that lives in me,
Jealousy growing by each moment,
Makes life seem too greet for you, while I am drowning in pain.
I don't want to imagine your hands with him intertwined.
I don't want to imagine you with him sitting together, laughing and kissing,
While I am left cold.
Jealousy grows each moment I hear you calling his name smilling.
I hate it when I happen to see his pictures all over your phone,
Because you never once had a single picture of me there.
I feel poison burning in my blood stream.
When I think of how happier you're with him and not me, anger and hatred grows and I become insane.
Oh! I wish I could forget you completely.
I am still madly crazy in love with you .......
If only I never met you.
Nothing hurts more than to see you dancing with another man,
While I still crave for your love.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
it's not that special
what i do
because all i do
is put down
words
that sound cool:
nacreous
adulation
effervescence
narcissistic
imbroglio
divine
haphazard
there's no rhythm
in what i say
all i'm doing
is breaking
lines
and adding
s p a c e s
sometimes
(yes, sometimes)
i put my words
(in these)
in things we call parentheses
and sometimes
(yes, sometimes)
i repeat myself
and call it
emphasis
(emphasis)
on occasion
I might rhyme
but that takes thought
and that takes time
cat, hat, bat
late, hate, date
fat, gnat, mat
mate, fate, eight
sometimes syllables
can help your flow sound better
much like a haiku
if i talk about angst
death, love, and self-hate
(cliche topics)
it's deep
but my favorite
poem i ever
wrote
was about bacon
and god forbid
i capitalize
because that would mean
it didn't look artsy
THIS IS NOT OKAY
Neither is this.
no punctuation
at all
people say my poetry
is beautiful
that I follow all the rules
but I didn't know there
were rules
to follow
really all I do
is put random words
random phrases
in random patterns
and call it art
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
Love train:
Kushu! Kushu! Kushu!
As it start to move and accelerate
From my heart to yours
By the aorta through the ateries and back
From your heart to mine
By the veins through the superior and the inferior it goes.
Love train:
From the love factories - our cardiacs
All over the rail ways - our veins
Transporting minerals - our feelings
Boiling our blood hot evaporating
Love train:
Keeping us connected even when apart,
Breaking the bounderies and passing through the caves and bridges of hate.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC