zonika-van-zijl
https://m.facebook.com/zonikapoetry I'm a 21 year old free spirit... wishing to be a poet every second of the day. Just imagine having the freedom to jump on a plane, any time of the day, to go seek a flower field for my words to dance freely among the naturally grown grass. The life a poet can only dream up and then use as inspiration to write dozens of poems. In my ordinary life, I'm a South African student busy studying to become a teacher. My goal is to be a school psychologist one day... I guess the first question would be, "I thought you wanted to be a poet?", I think being a poet isn't an occupation, it is a passion. For me, writing poetry, is more like a necessity.... like oxygen... I can't live without it....
Your words, they wash
all over me
and then crash on my shore.
Sometimes I wonder what all this
fighting is for?
You breathe in deeply,
over and over again,
knowing that's how you gain control,
while I try to recover from
the tsunami, that you've caused in my soul.
I must have known,
the full moon predicted,
that your temper would be high.
He also said I should leave,
so this is my final goodbye.
-ZvZ-
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
Why do you so quickly forget
The pain you've created?
Your sweet words healed my heart,
But there were too few in comparison
To those I have hated...
Why do you write me off like a
Shopping list on a piece of paper somewhere?
And when you were done using me for all your needs
You threw me away, tell me, do you even know
The definition of care?
Why do you still smile
And laugh so much?
Don't you feel any hurt or pain?
Well I hope your grin will be wiped from your face,
As you get hit by a moving train!
-ZvZ-
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC
Little blue lace,
I wore on my wedding day.
It represented my grandma
In every single way.
How she loved sowing
A little lace on everything.
I remember the lovely melodies
Her Singer could sing.
My wedding dress was naked
Without a little lace.
So my something old, new,
Borrowed and blue was represented with grace.
-ZvZ-
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC
I remember as a little kid
how life seemed,
how crazy the things were
that I so easily dreamed.
How I wished for adulthood
while holding an ice pop in my hand,
how I imagine living in the castles
I builded out of sand.
But for a life like this
I weren't ever prepare,
yes I got the tale
but it's sure not fair.
Maybe if I got the chance
to go back to yesterday,
I would've appreciated the time
I still have left to play.
-ZvZ-
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
When the heat of life gets too warm
I will plant me a tree,
Between the flowers I will sit down
And watch the dance of a bumblebee.
Then I will get hungry
And start searching for food,
My tummy will exclaim
"Berries will be good!"
I will find them
In my forest's heart,
Cause then, I knew,
Food is where all great things start.
Now standing here
In the center of it all,
I realise this is more than
My own planted forest,
This is my soul.
-ZvZ-
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC
Don't you sometimes wish
for something new,
like having an opportunity
to be a better you?
Don't you sometimes wish
for a brand new start,
to get a chance of playing
with a different card?
Don't you sometimes wish
to be another person,
maybe still you, but a
better version?
Don't you realise,
the past is someone that you were?
All we have now,
is the present to endure.
So stop trying to
change your yesterday,
and rather start focusing
on living now in a better way.
-ZvZ-
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
Let's walk hand in hand
where the wildflowers are.
Let's draw flowers
on an old VolksWagen car.
Let's plant seeds next
to every road.
Let's decorate the pavement,
with a flowery quote.
Let's start tending the rainbow
on the ground.
Let's just do something,
before there's no flower to be found.
-ZvZ-
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
My country, the African soil.
Where all the animals,
Gets to toss and toil.
The warmth, the ground.
The different animals
To be found.
The plants and trees
Giving life to all.
From the smallest of zebra's
To the giraffe standing tall.
The African joy
At the setting of the sun.
All the baby animals
Playing, having fun.
I hope you'll one day
Get to see.
All the beauty
South Africa seems to be.
-ZvZ-
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
Being women
We are women metallic strong,
working hard all day long.
Creating a future we want to have,
dreamed up once from a bubble bath.
We are fierce, yet gentle beings,
we somehow think with our feelings.
We are women, let's scream out loud,
"WE ARE WOMEN AND WE ARE PROUD!"
-ZvZ-
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
The lonely little green hat boy,
Who sat near the train.
He looked so awfully sad,
And had a face full of pain.
I walked pass him
To get a better glance.
Then he suddenly
Asked me to dance.
I froze and stare
With confusion in my eyes.
Then my mind filled
With a million why's.
His little outstretched arm
Looked like an invitation.
It was absurd,
I can't dance at a train station.
But then I looked closely,
His hand was pointing at the ground.
Where there should be legs,
There was non to be found.
So I couldn't help myself,
I started to cry.
My mind was now filled,
With not a single why.
As I walked on,
I began to joyfully dance.
The boy was now smiling,
As I gave him a last glance.
So the boy without legs,
Was left smiling.
I had both mine,
Why was I crying?
-ZvZ-
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC