constance-van-niekerk - Hello Poetry

I never dreamed I’d say goodbye— The thought was just too far. Your name was written In every tomorrow, Not in the silence of stars. Plans lay folded, Like clothes we never wore, Journeys whispered But never begun. Words caught in the hush Between heartbeats— And now, they're gone. I never saw it coming, This aching, quiet end. The world still turns, But I remain— Still not ready To let you go. Still holding on To then.

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May 23, 2025

May 23, 2025 at 3:11 PM UTC

An Ode to David Mungoshi: Letting You Go

I never dreamed I’d say goodbye— The thought was just too far. Your name was written In every tomorrow, Not in the silence of stars. Plans lay folded, Like clothes we never wore, Journeys whispered But never begun. Words caught in the hush Between heartbeats— And now, they're gone. I never saw it coming, This aching, quiet end. The world still turns, But I remain— Still not ready To let you go. Still holding on To then.

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Journeys I've embarked on near and far I've gone places I've visited variegated locations evoking divers emotions but none could quite duplicate all the sensations I feel when I'm with you Love -love can almost depict it but not quite harmonious shades and dulcet sounds can almost describe it but it is much more yes, much much more! This ardour unselfish not boastful winningly considerate never keeping records of wrongs patient kind understanding The sweet sensations that emanate from you leave me with a warm feeling what on earth shall I call it it is much more yes, much much more than the word love.

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Jan 23, 2019

Jan 23, 2019 at 6:18 AM UTC

Much much more

Journeys I've embarked on near and far I've gone places I've visited variegated locations evoking divers emotions but none could quite duplicate all the sensations I feel when I'm with you Love -love can almost depict it but not quite harmonious shades and dulcet sounds can almost describe it but it is much more yes, much much more! This ardour unselfish not boastful winningly considerate never keeping records of wrongs patient kind understanding The sweet sensations that emanate from you leave me with a warm feeling what on earth shall I call it it is much more yes, much much more than the word love.

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I used to be that girl Had a roof over my head, but not sheltered Prison was my abode Tied down by a ring on my finger And a piece of paper Signed away my liberty Sealed it with a kiss I guess not everyone Who kisses you loves you Remember Judas Iscariot? His kiss marked the fountain-head Of Jesus' tribulation As your kiss marked mine My smile was beatific When all around me was pulverizing to dust I counterfeited contentment Comforted myself with false hope That things would change Yet getting worse and worse by the day Reposing with the adversary Night after night Fights, arguments and misunderstandings Were a daily norm Time is yet to heal What immeasurable, intense Torture has done to my heart A tattered and marred spirit How can time mend Feelings of loneliness and betrayal, battered and molested Is there an end To this barbaric nature Hard indeed it is to accept When the one who's supposed to love Becomes your greatest nightmare I was there Walked in these shoes Shed the same tears Learnt the hard way, That I have to stand and fight Fight for my freedom And the independence of my children I found the victor in me And not the victim I refused to be another Statistic of domestic violence I drew strength from within And walked away.

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Aug 8, 2018

Aug 8, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC

I used to be that girl

I used to be that girl Had a roof over my head, but not sheltered Prison was my abode Tied down by a ring on my finger And a piece of paper Signed away my liberty Sealed it with a kiss I guess not everyone Who kisses you loves you Remember Judas Iscariot? His kiss marked the fountain-head Of Jesus' tribulation As your kiss marked mine My smile was beatific When all around me was pulverizing to dust I counterfeited contentment Comforted myself with false hope That things would change Yet getting worse and worse by the day Reposing with the adversary Night after night Fights, arguments and misunderstandings Were a daily norm Time is yet to heal What immeasurable, intense Torture has done to my heart A tattered and marred spirit How can time mend Feelings of loneliness and betrayal, battered and molested Is there an end To this barbaric nature Hard indeed it is to accept When the one who's supposed to love Becomes your greatest nightmare I was there Walked in these shoes Shed the same tears Learnt the hard way, That I have to stand and fight Fight for my freedom And the independence of my children I found the victor in me And not the victim I refused to be another Statistic of domestic violence I drew strength from within And walked away.

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Just once in a while It's good to recall, to revisit the past, to promenade down memory lane Not for nought but Just to wonder Just to ponder Even though there can't be comprehension or clarification On how things went asunder How all went awry And life took a wrong turn Plans dissipated like an apparition right in front of your eyes Dreams scattered like a profusion of puzzle pieces Just when you presumed the Picture was coming together. Just once in a while It's perfectly acceptable To wander and wonder To travel to the realm of dreams And ponder What might have been What could have been What almost had been Not for nought But to feel that magic One more time To see those smiles One more time To hear the laughter One more time To resurrect those emotions One more time Only once in a while I say!

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Aug 6, 2018

Aug 6, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC

Once in a while

Just once in a while It's good to recall, to revisit the past, to promenade down memory lane Not for nought but Just to wonder Just to ponder Even though there can't be comprehension or clarification On how things went asunder How all went awry And life took a wrong turn Plans dissipated like an apparition right in front of your eyes Dreams scattered like a profusion of puzzle pieces Just when you presumed the Picture was coming together. Just once in a while It's perfectly acceptable To wander and wonder To travel to the realm of dreams And ponder What might have been What could have been What almost had been Not for nought But to feel that magic One more time To see those smiles One more time To hear the laughter One more time To resurrect those emotions One more time Only once in a while I say!

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We ambled the streets of Harare Meandering aimlessly Fleeting past wide-eyes scanning us enviously Hand in hand we walked into the restaurant Leisurely on Second Street Our hunger awakened Our appetites heightened At almost closing time With no one in overtime mode A signal that here we could only dine on another day Joina City was our next stop Up the lift right to the top 'Closed' it read at the coffee shop Into the nearest chair I went flop! Though hungry, we gabbed non-stop By and by we regarded the clock It chimed 8 o'clock And sadly, it was time to go home Busy and noisy Were the streets of Harare Jabbering crowds, kombis hooting Hawkers, vendors or is it hustlers now - Calling for buyers or just huddled to pass time No chill in Harare Picturesque like a dream Surreal… Hand in hand we dawdled In despair for a hot meal In the shimmering distance Like a mirage in the desert The neon lights read 'Creamy Inn' Something to calm our rambling bellies At last… Nippy evening air hit our souls 'Ice-cream tastes better at night' I said 'I can't believe I'm having ice-cream' He said We frolicked Hand in hand we danced past faces painted with adoration 'What a handsome lover!' They probably thought: My delectable younger brother

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Oct 27, 2017

Oct 27, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC

Down the Streets of Harare

We ambled the streets of Harare Meandering aimlessly Fleeting past wide-eyes scanning us enviously Hand in hand we walked into the restaurant Leisurely on Second Street Our hunger awakened Our appetites heightened At almost closing time With no one in overtime mode A signal that here we could only dine on another day Joina City was our next stop Up the lift right to the top 'Closed' it read at the coffee shop Into the nearest chair I went flop! Though hungry, we gabbed non-stop By and by we regarded the clock It chimed 8 o'clock And sadly, it was time to go home Busy and noisy Were the streets of Harare Jabbering crowds, kombis hooting Hawkers, vendors or is it hustlers now - Calling for buyers or just huddled to pass time No chill in Harare Picturesque like a dream Surreal… Hand in hand we dawdled In despair for a hot meal In the shimmering distance Like a mirage in the desert The neon lights read 'Creamy Inn' Something to calm our rambling bellies At last… Nippy evening air hit our souls 'Ice-cream tastes better at night' I said 'I can't believe I'm having ice-cream' He said We frolicked Hand in hand we danced past faces painted with adoration 'What a handsome lover!' They probably thought: My delectable younger brother

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Our love affair is too beautiful to be hidden Whenever I'm with you it's clear I'm smitten This romance is unique it's story should be written Tie my heart to yours with a silky soft ribbon You have the keys to my heart Only you can open it Across my heart, write your name in crimson The entire world should know Let them watch and listen to this rhythm, the rhythm of our love unspoken Our love is real It will remain unbroken This love is rare It is too beautiful to be hidden.

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Sep 27, 2017

Sep 27, 2017 at 2:22 AM UTC

Our Love Affair

Our love affair is too beautiful to be hidden Whenever I'm with you it's clear I'm smitten This romance is unique it's story should be written Tie my heart to yours with a silky soft ribbon You have the keys to my heart Only you can open it Across my heart, write your name in crimson The entire world should know Let them watch and listen to this rhythm, the rhythm of our love unspoken Our love is real It will remain unbroken This love is rare It is too beautiful to be hidden.

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Hi, my name is Black Rose And I'm an addict. I'm not here for rehabilitation I have no fancy to cure my obsession. I yield willingly to this terminal fixation I brandish it brazenly for all humanity to bear witness. I voluntarily surrender To this sweet, seductive habit I'm hopeless But need no extrication. Oh yes, I'm a freak, I'm an addict, I'm a ****** My mind and body cannot function Without my daily fix I live by having a drag Every second Day by day My need goes stronger I'm permanently light-headed From the cloudy ecstacy Constantly surrounding me I'm in total delight I'm in pure luxury I'm a freak, I'm an addict, I'm a ****** I'm addicted to your love.

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Aug 31, 2017

Aug 31, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC

Confessions of a ******

Hi, my name is Black Rose And I'm an addict. I'm not here for rehabilitation I have no fancy to cure my obsession. I yield willingly to this terminal fixation I brandish it brazenly for all humanity to bear witness. I voluntarily surrender To this sweet, seductive habit I'm hopeless But need no extrication. Oh yes, I'm a freak, I'm an addict, I'm a ****** My mind and body cannot function Without my daily fix I live by having a drag Every second Day by day My need goes stronger I'm permanently light-headed From the cloudy ecstacy Constantly surrounding me I'm in total delight I'm in pure luxury I'm a freak, I'm an addict, I'm a ****** I'm addicted to your love.

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Sometimes we dig graves for ourselves Then we cry wolf when they start swallowing us Time and time again we go back there Infact we don't even make any effort to stay away We make merriment, ululations and joyful noises We dance and celebrate by the graveside at all hours of the day Then we cry wolf when it swallows us Deliberate recklessness The stench of death we ignore The warning signs blaring The signals loud and deafening We eat, drink and make Merry at the graveside Without a care in the world What consequences?

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Aug 9, 2017

Aug 9, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC

Cry Wolf

Sometimes we dig graves for ourselves Then we cry wolf when they start swallowing us Time and time again we go back there Infact we don't even make any effort to stay away We make merriment, ululations and joyful noises We dance and celebrate by the graveside at all hours of the day Then we cry wolf when it swallows us Deliberate recklessness The stench of death we ignore The warning signs blaring The signals loud and deafening We eat, drink and make Merry at the graveside Without a care in the world What consequences?

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Africa, Oh Africa! Africa, Oh Africa! My Motherland, Why not take pride in who you are? When you converse, You use the language of the West. The offspring of the same parents, And still use the language of the West. Your own children try to distance themselves and dress and talk like Those from the West. Your airwaves are filled with music, Fast beats, foul language and heavy metal from the West. Even the food you eat All processed and purchased From the West. Your fields are dry. You laugh at traditional foods and ceremonies. You have forgotten who you are. Your heritage cries out From the depths of the tombs you're filling up with immorality and your self-destructive ways. You despise who are, You ridicule who you are, You try so hard to change Who you are Your heroes and comrades In entertainment and politics In the community, the society Have been overshadowed By those from the West. Remember them, Revere them, More so alive than after death. Resurrect Ubuntu, Show a little compassion For a fellow who needs it. Stop the hate, tribalism And racism. This path of destruction Will get you nowhere. Let peace rule in the Motherland. Respect your elders, Salute the teachers Who try to lead your youth In the right direction. Teach your children well Violence is not the way The pen is still mightier Than the sword Eradicate illiteracy End child labour and Marriages. Honour, love and protect Your women and children. They will give you respect and happiness in return. Follow the footprints Of your forebears. Live in harmony with Yourself. Africa, Oh Africa! Africa, Oh Africa! Take note Before it's too late!

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Jun 19, 2017

Jun 19, 2017 at 6:41 AM UTC

Africa, oh Africa

Africa, Oh Africa! Africa, Oh Africa! My Motherland, Why not take pride in who you are? When you converse, You use the language of the West. The offspring of the same parents, And still use the language of the West. Your own children try to distance themselves and dress and talk like Those from the West. Your airwaves are filled with music, Fast beats, foul language and heavy metal from the West. Even the food you eat All processed and purchased From the West. Your fields are dry. You laugh at traditional foods and ceremonies. You have forgotten who you are. Your heritage cries out From the depths of the tombs you're filling up with immorality and your self-destructive ways. You despise who are, You ridicule who you are, You try so hard to change Who you are Your heroes and comrades In entertainment and politics In the community, the society Have been overshadowed By those from the West. Remember them, Revere them, More so alive than after death. Resurrect Ubuntu, Show a little compassion For a fellow who needs it. Stop the hate, tribalism And racism. This path of destruction Will get you nowhere. Let peace rule in the Motherland. Respect your elders, Salute the teachers Who try to lead your youth In the right direction. Teach your children well Violence is not the way The pen is still mightier Than the sword Eradicate illiteracy End child labour and Marriages. Honour, love and protect Your women and children. They will give you respect and happiness in return. Follow the footprints Of your forebears. Live in harmony with Yourself. Africa, Oh Africa! Africa, Oh Africa! Take note Before it's too late!

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So you call him 'Prince' I don't castigate you at all He treats you like royalty It's just the beginning, I know The inception of your relationship The honeymoon phase I presume You can't believe your luck You're in pure bliss I see Flowers, chocolates and sweet nothings It is surreal Enjoy it while it lasts Soon he will be tired of being Who he isn't The shoes will be too tight There won't be any more pretending By and by The animal will replace the gentleman Slowly but surely He will break you down with his insults He will beat you up with his fists One of these not-so fine days Love will turn to loathe Your palace will turn into a prison The Prince will turn to a Villain Jealousy you may say Prophet of Doom you may label me Forerunner is more appropriate Consider yourself FOREWARNED!

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Mar 16, 2017

Mar 16, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC

FOREWARNED!

So you call him 'Prince' I don't castigate you at all He treats you like royalty It's just the beginning, I know The inception of your relationship The honeymoon phase I presume You can't believe your luck You're in pure bliss I see Flowers, chocolates and sweet nothings It is surreal Enjoy it while it lasts Soon he will be tired of being Who he isn't The shoes will be too tight There won't be any more pretending By and by The animal will replace the gentleman Slowly but surely He will break you down with his insults He will beat you up with his fists One of these not-so fine days Love will turn to loathe Your palace will turn into a prison The Prince will turn to a Villain Jealousy you may say Prophet of Doom you may label me Forerunner is more appropriate Consider yourself FOREWARNED!

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