Poetry Bulawayo

She remains poised With a baby’s breath With diamonds in her eyes, Pieced together With worldly materials, The edges of an unholy precipice, Roses wrapped in a glass vase Their skin butterfly-delicate Their heads focused membrane-thin Petals shrouded like pulp Stained like the lines on paper; Blood-red taut love knots Only a glove Would fit your hand Perfectly now Your drumming, beating, Beautiful, pulsing heart; I follow your thrilling progress Your tension Through life with pride Her roses give off a red love light She is free Even in the dark She is on my side She is still a goddess to me Natural, warm, giving, Generous, gracious, all heart It is my heart that melts, That questions nothing, That communicates nothing. Things that once changed Left and right, hung in the balance Gives every centre a middle Like animals stirring in the wild Although trapped, dirty, stumbling, They lick their young You never strive To communicate your undying, Unconditional love to me You never strugg...

I have a poem for peace to the world A poem that’ll spread the message with its fires Towards the planets with holocausts or killings A poem that’ll talk about reality amongst the Communities tortured and marginalized A poem that’ll be against female mutilations With sex violation and child abuse A poem that’ll sail on the oceans, seas And lakes. I have a poem for peace to the world A poem that’ll flow deep in the hearts of mankind Imagination with persecution and murder A poem that’ll transform many faces from sadness To joy in the season of revolt A poem that’ll fly above the moons, stars And suns. I have a poem for peace to the world A poem that’ll born the richness of solidarity For the poor and needy ethnicities A poem that’ll climb the mountains with rocks Against the tribal war and hatred A prayer that’ll linger across the borders, horizons ...