"rhythmn" poems
i am an african
my blood is thick with it
the soil smells of home
the sky is my colour
i am an african
my dna defies skin
the grasses sing my voice
the trees invite me underneath
i am an african
my heart beats the rhythmn
the summer's heat
the winter's bite
come to our shores!
taste our passion
hear our drums
let our endless sky carry you away
let our green savannah steal your soul
let our smiles warm your heart
this is what i wake up to,
every day.
and you will never truly live,
untill you smell the afternoon rain,
and sleep with a thunder-lullaby
i am an african
i dare you to prove otherwise.
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 6:23 AM UTC
Her soundtrack
Plays deafening volumes to my soul
Drowning out the hum of the mundane
Trying not to make a false step or trip over my own feet
You dance to the rhythmn of her beat
I waltz into her arms, shimmy into her psyche
Two step over her frowns and walk it out onto her street
The music beckons, I can hear it
Calling me with its pulse, vibrations and crescendos complete
Give her your best moves and she will reward you
With nothing less than her heart
This is the soundtrack of her life
Make sure you play your part
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
Yesterday,
while we were sitting by the lake,
the waves pounded the shore with soft tremours,
your twinkling laugh filled the air,
then I heard something more.
A poem,
I heard it so distinctly,
it flowed through my mind as I mulled over
the sheer rhythmn of it.
Soon,
I found myself singing it.
You looked at me as if I were
insane.
Harmonizing all by myself,
giggling like
the happiest fool on earth.
You drew me to my feet and walked me home.
With a smile,
I brandished my paper and pencil to capture the melody.
Whilst sitting down
I realized
that I couldn't remember
*a
single
word
of it*.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC