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Ntwari Poetry Nov 2016
I love the sound of clouds rolling in the morning
The sight of the grey of a coming storm
Clashing with the dark of a whithering night

And I could feel the rain coming

A feefall of raindrops
Washing away any haunts left by night
Thr chorus of an autumn's monsoon
Clashing with the whispers of the wind

Slowly will it pass
Slowly will the sun take its place
A short one
Ntwari Poetry Nov 2016
I was drunk off the thought of you.
As I withered in the void you left in me,
I would find comfort in the thought of your hand in mine,
In the dreams of us sharing a last embrace,
Of your bliss melting in my mouth

In the kisses we would never share

Sleepless nights would be spent longing for your warmth
My arms longing to wrap around you waist
And my head spinning from a late night's crush

Why must you haunt me?
Why must I be addicted to the brush of your lips against mine,
The comfort of your kiss?

It's funny how, by trying to put myself together,
I flooded my heart with grief
And warped the world around me,
All from thinking of you

I hated loving you
Late night lust was the worst
Ntwari Poetry Nov 2016
How is it that the winds gentle push
And a sun's golden rays
Could make an autumn's end so comforting?
With its lights and colours distorted by a fading sky
As the sun begins its descent beyond the horizon
Where its sleep awaits

And it was while the sun shined its final rays
That I saw the last leaf fall
All the way to it's elegant doom

It dove ever so gently
Dancing
Waltzing
Its ruby red tips trembling
As they skimmed the crisp flesh of the evening

It was today that I witnessed the last piece of a vivid autumn
Get carried away to a world beyond mine
Where all seasons go to die
No more photosynthesis for another 5 months
Ntwari Poetry Nov 2016
Somehow, the frost gave him warmth
It was his only companion
Through a winter's wasteland

Any whisper he would mutter
Would dissipate into a cloud of mist
Fleeing his lips,
Chasing the frozen sun above.
Only the prairie of snow heard his cries
He knew the winter would listen

So, he kept plowing
Through a world void of life and colour
While he tried to escape his own
Ntwari Poetry Nov 2016
If the night could laugh
It would have the rhythms of your voice,
My favourite lullaby

If the light of an autumn dusk could could see
Its eyes would shine a bister glow
Of the gems that plate your irises

If a fleeting midnight's breeze could speak
It would have your voice
Whispering that same words you love to chime

If only the night could breathe
Perhaps it would be as beautiful as you
A letter for those who need it.
Ntwari Poetry Nov 2016
I took my first wrong turn
When I stopped loving you
And letting all our memories
All the moments we shared
Wither along side me

That is when the winter came
That is when the cold became my friend

That mistress trapped me in her embrace
And somehow, I found comfort in her cold
In winter winds caressing my cheek
And being drenched in the rays of a frozen sun

But Winter eventually passed
Leaving me to perish
In the storm raging within me
A letter for a former lover
Ntwari Poetry Nov 2016
They scorch with blistering beauty
Not with the madness of towering flames
But with the glimmer of a candle's glow
Its light melting the coldests of hearts
With a single glare

Your eyes
Your irises
They are rings of fire
But they only burn for a single second

Before we kiss
Before our souls touch
A single moment immortalized in a poem.
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