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Molantwa Mmele Jan 2016
Attraction and impression
Expression
Vows and promises
Sacrifices
Smiles, joy and happiness
Fun, roses, aroma and
Romans
Lust
Hugs, kisses and passionate love
Trust
Fantasy, dreams
Love letters and midnight calls
Proposals
Engagements
Family and friends
Weddings
Honeymoons
And five star hotels
Insecurity
Truth and Lies
Disappointments
Down falls
Broken promises
Fears, tears
And broken hearts
Loneliness
Pain and silence
Sleepless nights
Regrets, anger and sorrow
In despair
Depression
Desperation and obsession
Fretting, stress and suicide
Consolation
Confession
Commitment
Forgiveness and peace
Memories, smiles
Hugs and kisses
And true love again
Molantwa Mmele Jan 2016
False statements formalized
Righteousness forbidden
Truth forgotten and forsaken
With negative force
For the sake of forgiveness
In human form
Which we lack
We lose focus and fortitude
Unable to foresee
Human fall
In the following generation
Dreams lost in the fog
Innocents forlorn and forfeited
Forever
We left with
Phobia of being humen
In the dark forest
No one’s fault
Saint Bernardino of Siena
Died in fourteen forty four
******, usury and fornication
Took over the world
People gambling for power
Natives killing folks
Because they are foreigners
Humanity forgone
Our homes are foxholes
The world turned cold and formidable
With forbidding souls
These are no longer the lands
Of our patriotic forefathers
We failed to follow their tracks
To forfend their heritage
Forbye fomenting cultural barriers
Because of power and fortune
We remained
Phoney and folly
We lost forethoughtfulness
We are done, humanity foredone
And forgone
What for?
Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015
Just like a gum
Once you were
Sweet, colorful
And strong
And after all you have done
After all the hard work
They will munch you out
Exhausting your glory
And spew
The shadow
Of what was once you
In a dull domicile
Worthy for nothing
But a trash bin
Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015
I Can right de way I want
Bcoz I tok de way I WANT
TeLL me I’m rong
I ekspress my fillings through poetry
I can rite about everything
Without feaR
Poetry daznt allow me to supress!
My FILLINGS
I no this is not kompellinG
With eras in my spelling
Don’t ASK mi y
Jast REED my eras
I’M taryard of yu piple
Traying to tell me wat to du
End wat’ not 2 du
Kontroling mi lyf
While yours is folling apart
Eye don’t really liv mi lyf
To pruve piple’s perseptions
.Write or rong
Abawt my lyf
Mind yo own business
End liv mi lyf alone
Kip quet and read Mi eras
BECOZ EVRYTIHNG I do
Is rong
Im eva rong to you
NoTHing beautifull;
Yu eva tell about me_
So suit yourself/
(End reeD mi erAs
people won't appreciate you for who you are
they will always talk when you do good and talk when you do bad
its simply how life is
Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015
Time unkept
Deeds undone
Cold secrets
Words unspoken
Left her heart broken

Memories of yesterday vanished away
Feelings forlornly fray
Against sorrow
Tormented soul sobbing
In despair
Wailing in silence

Darkness engulfing affection
Dreams became misery
Shadows of anguish roaming around
Haunting her soul
Tears fell endlessly
From the core of a broken heart

Love felt like abyss
Ashes that were once flames
Of love
Fanned away
Vows were just on behalf
Of empty promises
And her life was ruined
By a married man

And she was pregnant
Finding herself
In don’t call me
I’ll call you situation

Frustration
And
Aggression
Left her drowning deep in depression
Her life became perdition

Time known
Of healing broken hearts
Time she will spend fretting deep in regrets
Raising the baby who will always invoke
His sweet deceptions, the pain he caused
Distressing memories

She got herself
In danger
When she fell in love
With a stranger

How much do you believe in first impression?
To my mother's daughter and many other millions of young girls around the world, never ever allow the to fall in love with your because of your beautiful appearance...take time to know them
Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015
My life is full of complexities
Still you remain first on my priorities
For it is hard for you to understand
It seems like I lack commitment
I lack devotion
You love and hate me
You smile and cry over my shoulder
Tears fell on my flesh
Touching my heart
I can feel your pain
You kiss me deep
And hold me strong in your arms
You make me feel your warmth
But your heart is feeble and cold
I can feel your breath running down my spine
The scent of your love
Is so strong, so pure
Calling you name
Is a love song for my heart
Healing my soul
Your eyes translate vows of eternal happiness
Nature changes four times a year
Days with sunrays
Nights with stars and moon
Gleaming bright in the sky
Still
I haven’t seen something of your beauty
I was never a big fan of science
And
Its elements and compounds
Yet
the chemistry between our souls
Is hard to ignore
The affection
I feel is so strong
This is our souls love song
While we live long
Molantwa Mmele Dec 2015
My blood is black
I bleed ink
My heart is beating faster
My soul is swollen of words unspoken
My veins are leaking
My room is full of ink
Spilt
On mirrors and windows
Punch lines and metaphors
Roaming around
Nightmares of ink floods
Painting alliterations and rhymes
All over my walls
Vivid pictures painted in words
The image remains clear in your mind
Felt deep in your heart
Asking my soul rhetorical questions
Ink flowing down my eyes
I cry
I spit figures of speech
In poetry silence is a cliché
Perfection doesn’t exist
Poetry is my Philosophy
My religion my spirituality
This piece is a plea
Which shall set my soul free
I write from the heart
I write and voice out
My thoughts and feelings
My blood vessels contains ink
I’m a poet
It is written in my face’s skeleton
With fourteen bones
I’m a sonnet
The DNA test says
My genes are of the
Offsprings of Don Mattera
Maya Angelo and William Blake
Soon I will physically perish in your eyes
But I will always be there
When the world needs me
You will find my life, my soul
My dreams lying in a page full of ink
Because poets don’t die
Authors don’t die
All writers don’t die
They live forever
And I was born one of them
I was born an artist
just a beautiful piece dedicated to myself and many wonderful writers around the world, Thanks to reader's digest for so much motivation i got from their amazing work, "Everyday's greatness" I think every one should read the book is amazing
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