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☆Poem by Phozi Poetic Skinny Bae himself

• O botse Shame O swana le Benz  •

in Front, of My eyes She is Like a Mercedes-Benz, so Beautiful you can see God Took his Time, before she was Born, She found me all alone, Now her number is stored in My Nokia Phone,

So Good Looking that you could Bet, She is an Angel, She turns me on From Every Angle, She makes it hard and prevent it to Dangle, and I wish I could wear hers like a Bangle,

On Top' Of Her League. She is... .. .  

my Mind. When I Look at her, is What, She Please, her Looks tease, a Woman Healthy Like Green Trees, at first sight She gave me Brain Freeze, at Night Like a Knight I was on my Knees, already Forgot about my Fees, Praying to God to "Please" Undress her and Give me a Chance to Please...  [her]  

Black Like a Butterfly from the Mountains, Making my saliva flow like the Fountains, because I have a solid wish to Make her Mine, Make the Years Nine, Because her Response was a Sign, That she is ready to submit it all to me, Give it all to me, and Bare it all to me,

Dineo Phomolo Seshohli gal O botse Shame O swana le Benz. She act Like she knows she was meant for me, Like she was sent for me, She is a Perfect Match, I Thought to Get her was Going to be a Difficult Match, Seems like she had NO time to let me pass, Till I Pass away from Stress in the Streets of Love, she set me free exactly like a dove, Like she was sent to me by the one above,

I am in Love, Dived in naked Like I am from Hell, with a wish to give her a TJ, That is a Tongue Job, till she Drips, and Overflow with all the right juices for that moment,

She is one of my kind, Now as I write this, She is stuck at the back of my Mind, The time has went, when we meet, I wish, I can rewind, because that is the day I felt different, From feeling transparent, to feeling solid, hard, handsome and spoiled,

If she is the devil my soul is sold till we die or grow old, our Love will still be bold, while walking hand in hand in the peaceful road,

I want to have her in a Good way. O botse Shame O swana le Benz.

Dedication: Phomolo Seshohli
a man who make a cat wet and let it dry by itself is like a poet with words refusing to be inked on a paper or device. Hi friends I'm Phozi Poetic Skinny Bae (Pholohana Sello Vincent captain of Megacreative poetry crew) I'm a poet who makes lOve to a woman via poetry mixed with blood reactions reacting to infinity.
The red tree I remembered
From the last time I was here
With a strange sense of destiny
That grew as I came near

With ease I lifted off the ground
and climbed the canopy
Wind in the leaves, that rushing sound
set free the bird in me

With the wind under my wings
From branch to branch I flew
The grass was green, the leaves were red
And the sky was truly blue

I sat there 20 metres high
‘tween mother earth and father sky
I rested in the sun kissed crown
And let the breeze rock me to sleep

And as I fell asleep
I fell
Where I went I couldn’t tell
My body meanwhile tumbled down
From its bed atop the crown

I didn’t notice at the time
So peaceful was this sleep of mine
That even while I cracked some ribs
My spirit stood there bargaining
at the river Styx

“Your life is in my hands now, boy”
Spoke the ferryman with glee
“Is that so” I questioned?
It made no sense to me

“It’s mine” He said with fury
“Unless you bargain well”
I didn’t want to lose my life
So I pondered for a spell

I went out on a limb
And offered he take one of mine
“Monkeyboy can choose” He said
“Since he likes to climb”

I told him: “You may take my leg”
And before I got specific
He said “All right! I’ll take the deal!
I’ll have your right, terrific!”

I stammered as he faded
My view was broken blurry
I gazed upon the red
Of the foliage above me

I never thought my life
Would change its course like this
But I played dice with the devil
And he doesn’t take the ****

I woke up in the hospital
Where the doctors to no end
Looked upon my leg
Which they’d tried so hard to mend

I slowly came to understand
This wasn’t just a dream
I’d have to live without it
My right leg now has been

And though it hurts me deeply
And strife now paints my path
To have one more chance, to live this life
I would cut myself in half

~Kagiso
This is a poem I wrote about the events that lead to the loss of my leg.
I hereby step into the myth I manifest.
They say hell hath no fury
Like a woman scorned
Well we have scorned this mother of ours
Like no child of hers before
We have stripped her body bare
and ****** her **** dry
We’ve tried to beat her to submission
and ignored her anguished cries

And even if humanity
attempts escape into the sky
There is NO way to escape
the father’s ever watchful eye
In outer space
away from mother
is a lonely place to die

And mars is not the place to be
For a resource hungry race
That couldn’t recognise true wealth
If it slapped them in the face
We are now blessed with abundance
But even that seems not enough
Infinite growth, on finite planet
Is a monumental bluff

And if we do not learn to share
and embrace equality
The primal world will bear the brunt
Of our ways of gluttony
The white man might be spared the death
That comes quick and without warning
But while everything around us swiftly dies
We’ll feel the heat and even rich men will start squirming
As they powerlessly face
their imminent demise

We are approaching our extinction
and aware of it
Yet those who wield the sceptre
Would rather not admit
and would prefer to line their pockets
while our house is lined in flames
They’ll have to learn that there are violent ends
to their violent games

Dominating the indigenous
the women and the weak
will only further seal our fate
which at this rate is looking bleak

If we don’t act before we know
we’ll reach the point of no return
In that case there will be no future
for which we all so deeply yearn
Now is the only time for action
To prevent the chain reaction

Perhaps this earth life was a test
Laid before the human race
To determine our deserving
Of even reaching outer space
We have potential to ascend
As a peace civilisation
But if it’s hell in which we strand
it is of our own creation

Though we have the rocket power
If our direction stays distorted
From this womb that is our earth
We’ll be the ones being aborted
For nature and the human kind
Were irreparably misaligned

Yet I believe we have a chance
to heal this earth
If we realise our nature
In ourselves, our inner worth
In my heart I feel I’m part
Of this nature regeneration
To rebel against extinction
And protect all of creation
I believe that’s what is right
This is the peace for which I fight

~Kagiso
This is a poem to shake up people still sleeping on the fate of our planet!
My heart is full and overflowing
I am a tree
Ever growing
I am a river on my way
I am the night
I am the day
I am the sun
I am the moon
I am both human
And raccoon 🦝
I am the scorpion 🦂
I am the snake 🐍
To the seas and skies I take
I am sister, I am brother
I am father, I am mother
I am a lover
And a fighter
I am deeper
I am lighter
I am the fire
And the earth
The winds the water
Death and birth
I am a blessing
And a curse
I am nothing
And the universe
I am the river
And the breeze
I am Kagiso
I am peace ✌🏼

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