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45/M/South Africa
I am a father, a husband and a teacher. I love writing very much, especially poetry
22/M/Mother Africa (Zimbabwe)
Chemical Engineering Student. Fun fanatic. Live your lunch fullest.
Poems
thulvni
Aug 2015
I believed I was a star till .....
Just in the midst of love I met dust beautiful , with eyes that take you to horizons of sunset passion islands
She said my starship will never fly if it didn't start in the ground , she said she loved me I couldn't believe becasue whe was in another form of dirt
I asked her on a date in my mind I'm thinking what would she feel if she ate mana from heaven she said no why don't you try earth because you've never been there
There I was thinking I was meant for the ground
There I was thinking I belong in dirt
There I was thinking I belong in dept
I'm better than that I was meant to fly , I was meant to shine in the sun I'm a starling trying to show my X I can prove her wrongs of saying I'm nothing
_thulani
Just in the midst of love I met dust beautiful , with eyes that take you to horizons of sunset passion islands
She said my starship will never fly if it didn't start in the ground , she said she loved me I couldn't believe becasue whe was in another form of dirt
I asked her on a date in my mind I'm thinking what would she feel if she ate mana from heaven she said no why don't you try earth because you've never been there
There I was thinking I was meant for the ground
There I was thinking I belong in dirt
There I was thinking I belong in dept
I'm better than that I was meant to fly , I was meant to shine in the sun I'm a starling trying to show my X I can prove her wrongs of saying I'm nothing
_thulani
#starling #be #born_being
Thulani Dec 2020
The barren(seeing through me)
Thulani
Dec 2020
Seeing through me
Sulphur singes the face of foes.
The inferno beneath him leaps
as inside outs on key
and spills an invite to woes
of the hanging Judas who weeps.
The pride he borrowed has broken,
His bottom barren. Ravaged within a burrow
He is cursorily spat.
He is cursorily let
Strengthened and channeled
at heart he is good
A reminiscence of Mary of Magdala
He nourishes as he sustains
to replenish.
Seeing through me
Aquacade ails the face of friends
Seeing me through
Thulani A. Luthuli
Sulphur singes the face of foes.
The inferno beneath him leaps
as inside outs on key
and spills an invite to woes
of the hanging Judas who weeps.
The pride he borrowed has broken,
His bottom barren. Ravaged within a burrow
He is cursorily spat.
He is cursorily let
Strengthened and channeled
at heart he is good
A reminiscence of Mary of Magdala
He nourishes as he sustains
to replenish.
Seeing through me
Aquacade ails the face of friends
Seeing me through
Thulani A. Luthuli