Holiding poems on Hello Poetry

Beauty busisiwe mbata May 2014

This is our nation our possion of love,where we used love an respect each ather ,where we used to fight an follow our culture, but why it has to end so quickly.... This is our nation where our passion of love should take place, where people from outside should aware of who we are,and who we are..are bothrs an sisters who should stand 2gethr an fight of their nation..... This is our nation where bad things used to happen ,where our love of passion were taken away 4rm us,where our nation used to live in fear an hoppin tht one day.... jst one day they will find peace .but the day has come....the day of joy and no tears this is our nation why era we ashame of who we are?,why era we holiding back the memories? Why are we latting our nation be taken away 4rm us?...

Our culture and religions are about 2 disapear....why sitting back an doing nothing while thry step 4ward an take over our nation as young generation we are the future of our nation,we are the ceo of our nation an we are the light of our nation. We should be proud of who we are coz the nation is for us to take over an follow the footsteps of our heroes this is my nation an this is our nation #end#

S Smoothie Mar 2014

before you held my gaze with cool contempt, I could have sworn we had more of eachother than we were meant to.

well, your vacancy has yet to be filled.

cruising past your old haunts again

I set myself up for the disapointment.

its the ritual.

the rite of passage.

I know it wont take me where i want to go

and I know theres nothing but shame to come of it.

feeling like a silly fool,

indulging the habbit of a life time.

I know you so well though.

this mirror youre holiding up

reflecting the signs youve moved on.

tell that to our souls.

I still lose mine everynight

I know your looking for yours.

it wont rest with her

and mine wont rest with him

madness beyond man

fighting the perfect right

but you failed me

and not once did I falter

I dont know why i go by your old haunts

but I do.

I guess its a rite of passage.

our soul factor.

the reason

I am never lost to you

and you never lost to me

because its not something you can factor into infinity.

you can pretend

hold that mirror up like i do

we still hear the heartbeats of our song

we still feel the world did us wrong

weve moved on one step further apart

only our souls much closer than our metered hearts.

the mirror has two faces

but only one game of pretend.

we move on yet,

still holding on till the end.

— The End —