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100 jaar herrinering
100 mense ween
100 trane val daar
100 druppels reen
van die hemel heen

Dankie vir die reen o God
die plase was so droog
die kommer word nou weggespoel
uit talle boer se oog



oor droewe grond
wat kraak en bars
streel helend hand
loop water vars

oor die mielies, koring
en oor goue hawermout
dans in die wind die jongeling
en skyn opnuut wee goud

die Here het geantwoord
oor wenige gebed
bewys van vooraf weereens
al genade wat hy het

maar wolke breuk, strome spoel
die grond word weer genees
maar spokend, kaal en lenig
sal die kerk weer Sondag wees

onthou jy jou gelofte
my Afrikaner kind
wat nou soos na dood siektes
voor die oe ontbind

**** my woord op nuut
oor die heuwels sal dit reis
tot my volk gaan terugkeer
sal opbrengs , soos geloof,
deur droogtes vergreis
Lost Poet Apr 2016
Please wait for me,
I'm trying to catch up,
Trying to regain my breath,
I will stand beside you eventually,
Please wait for that day,
Please don't go on,
I want to make it to you,
I want to meet you,
I am doing my best to make it,
Plase don't forget about me,
Please don't walk too quickly,
I've fallen,
Please, please wait,
I'll make it eventually,
I hope with all my heart you'll be waiting.
Martina Oct 2015
I met a nice lady


I met a nice lady
at the new plase
where I am admitted.
She was older then me
but in her eyes I could see
the glimpse and kidness
and spirit full of life.
We sat together late at night
and it was cold outside
but we talked for houers
we share our life stories.
Mishaps and difficult moments
wich left its mark in bouth of us.
I liked her from the first time
I felt it was something
in common between us.
Bouth of us had experienced
a lots of pain
but she gave me a little hope
to keep and hold the small
joys in life
and never give up
was her advice
eclipso child Feb 2017
..plase dear..don't go
            so arond..  
                    
                 ..you still find yourself in the same place..

       --is it home or somewhere more near to you..
..          ..to yourself again..the
                            
                                     ...mirror doeesn't ever lie..
                ..so go with it..
                                                   ..nothing in everything..

                            ,,boo.boo.boo..
Wandering poet May 2018
Words,
Are harmful,
and painul,
they infutrate my brain,
haunt me in my sleep,
For I am not a girl,
I am a man,
weather I have genitals of female or male,
I identify as me,
these handprints on the walls spoken of my past,
the past I don't want to think of,
the rain falls,
no more lies,
or crystal *****,
I am me,
here and now,
he, him, his
not
she, her , her's
so forget it,
FORGET WHO I WAS,
I'M NOT HER...
not any more,
she's dead,
not living,
I don't see her in me,
so leave me be...
plase,
words don't hurt,
they cut deep,
make my mind bleed in my sleep.
Victoria Jan 2020
Last night
I saw you hiding in between my sheets
As though we're playing hide-and-seek
You scratched my hand and teased my sight
Just like the empty spaces did

So tell me plase
Were you carried away by the humming rye
I'm now asking every spike
Though there's nothing ghost-alike

Or maybe
You got mesmerised by deep lake's eyes
Lost between the sky blue pebbles
So I'm sinking in the dark
But you haven't left a mark

Now it feels
Like you might have gone astray
In the field of emerald blades
So I'm checking every shade
Painting the naive daisies red
Though there's nothing but their heads

Can it be
You're wandering in a snow-white fog
Chasing after small blue stones
So I'm still forging ahead
Blindfolded through the groves
Though there's nothing but the thorns

Are you
Hiding in cold hollow trees
While I'm studying every crease
Though there's nothing that comes through
But the howls of freezing wind

As long as my hands preserve their hue
As long as there's air in view
As long as my eyes stay blue
I won't cease to search
For you

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