"iwe" poems
A sunflower from me to you
It is not much, but
I am sure it will do.
This is a bit corny
And a little cliche, but
This is what I do when I express my feelings.
When a certain person feels a different way.
They get a single flower not a whole bouquet.
This is to tell the other person that:
‘To the world they may be one, but
To them they are one big world.’
Cupid is blind, yes we know.
And he surprises people when he plays around with his bow and arrow.
You may never know whom you might fall for.
All you know is that you got struck by an abstract called love.
So you get a single sunflower,
And without expecting anything at all
You say to that person…
“Anodiwa shamwari, iri ruva kubva kwandiri kwauri, nekuti ... ini ndaida kuti iwe uzive kuti ndinokuda iwe kupfuura zvaunoziva.”
So this shouldn't change anything,
Especially how you see me.
I am still the same person as I was yesterday.
I do not wish to be with you.
We are not right for each other.
I just wanted to give you what grew in my garden.
This sunflower is to not be watered, but
Left to die.
Discard it if you must.
It is just a sunflower… nothing special.
- My-Girl
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 3:09 PM UTC
We smile and laugh
But inside iwe are weeping
Yes it is a well used thing to say but its true
You smile yet die
And tgats all we can say
Coz thats the closest we will ever come to explaining the pain
The fear
The pure and utter terror
And we smile because in the middle of it all we hope
Faithfully tell ourselves that one day
Someone will understand
Understand and help
Understand and cry with us
But so far nothinv has happened
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
Singly among the sand castles
No one noticed until he was there
Above him or in his path
We had built him like children
Build sand castles
We carved and patted him from moist earth
He was soft, yet rigid as he lay there
His gaze was skyward and uncertain..
We left him there to see what people do
And walked a distance to the dunes
We watched him among people
For he was one now.
They came. Families, elderly couples
And children too and stopped
To admire and express delight
At this sand man's sculptured form.
We felt happiness at the pleasure be brought
He made them stop a moment to feel their surroundings
And recognize his contented solitude.
Teenage boys came to jeer and leer.
One of them looked around as if in secrecy
And plunged a driftwood stick at the sandman's groin
Then quickly ran away laughing at his tale.
The stick protruded boldly
Our sand man's hands were at his sides
He felt no ruler of the sands
Only a gentle soul made of mockery.
A girl and her brother approached
After we had removed the offence.
The young boy was waving his 'mighty sword'
(Some stick which had washed ashore)
At first, with his sister in charge
They stopped to admire
But then she walked away,
Turned her back to venture on.
"Hello", he said to the sandman
As if to acknowledge someone there.
Then with his 'mighty sword' he pierced
Into the sandman's groin and
Ripped up to his chest
Then swung his 'sword' and
Cut the sand man's throat...
Why? Why! we cried in mind
As the young boy ran away
Murderer! we yelled in our hearts
IWe hurt for man
We sat stunned at this violence
This desecration of a soul.
We couldn't just leave him there
Blameless, yet aware
So we buried the sand man and prayed
Dust to dust, sand to sand
Sand he may have been
But soul he was for us.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
Like a scent of a rose in the morning dew,and as soon as I am awake my day starts only when I see you,usijali dear,mi husema we wangu milele so usiwai tense nitakuwa na wewe mpaka I.C.U,vile we hucoat my life na happiness...mi hufeel sawa adi kuliko maziwa mala,mi hufeel comfortable ka mguu ya masaai ndani ya akala,mi hufeel ata kama si kufanana basi tufaana,na juu si huwa tumependana nipromise hatutakuja kuagana,figure ndani ya dera assurance nitafute nini kwa akina vera,mpenzi,kama kupendana kwetu si kibahati...basi usiwai taka tusort out issues na ugomvi,kama ulimi na mate endelea kuwet my days na smiles za dunia ingine,usiwai danganywa na rangi ya thao ngiri haijawai kuwa cute,from today mi ntakuwa nakuita Mary ndio nikipropose iwe,"Mary will you marry me",
#umeamka aje?
love_poet
-P€TT¥PO€T
©2020
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 2:59 AM UTC
Certainty and Uncertainty. How can I be so sure of myself even sure that I am unsure. Is there not somewhere in me my certainty and that in contention with my uncertainty and why should one prevail over the other? Yet to say both maybe true ; and so co mingle them seems a muddy solution that may not be so easily clarified. Let us say that Iwe separate them in a still and then condense the purer vapor from the residue what then do we have not one but two back where we started from. Yet from this perplexity in time may not a pearl of great price grow; and in the constancy of the conundrum may not an enduring peace ensue-In the night a starry beacon winking seems to fall into the summer darkness declaring heaven near and it is so. So so beautiful being here with you
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC