Poetry Bulawayo

Image - blackenterprise.com Raised in the city of kings. I claim my throne of royalty With ink as my spear paper as my shield. I claim my space in the world to be heard. I express myself liberate my mind I share my thoughts I explore the depths of my imagination, the turmoils, the pains, the smiles, the laughter. I tell stories maybe told by others but not told my way. Take this journey with me as I scribble through the wars of literature leaving signature trails on empty pages, Claiming my rightful throne. The Orator

Image - palindromekmarie.blogspot.com We have grown fat on our children’s tears We have become rich on our children’s blistered hands and cracked feet We have allowed fat men with big stomachs and big luxury cars to tear our children’s hymen and we dare ask what’s wrong with our children We have crammed whole families into single rooms and the children sleeping under the bed can hear the parents having sex Our children have seen their mothers sneak in boyfriends   as soon as the father leaves for work at the industrial site Our children have seen their fathers with other men’s daughters behind the public toilet And we dare ask; what’s wrong with our children? We have given our children machetes taught them to chant party slogans and to clobber political opponents and we dare ask what’s wrong with our children We have become rich using dubious economic policies that have not benefited the ordinary man on the s...

Image - madamenoire.com Last night my heart thawed When I felt your soft sultry lips brush against mine It was like I drifted on a light cloud for a moment The music in my heart was so piercing that I forgot my surroundings Began to lose myself in you You saw the flame in my eyes and smiled You gave me a rose though it wasn`t Valentine’s Day With the utmost passion You told me you loved me though it wasn’t my birthday Last night we slept under the stars and we both wished it to be everlasting When I woke up, I was without your company In my bed, with nothing but my blankets keeping me warm My pillow tightly clutched to my chest Reality began to sink in... My delusion was the rerun of a time in my life when I thought I had found the one... My Adonis Alpha Male I can still taste your lips though they are just but a remote recollection When you see me, instead of stopping to speak you pass me by with only a distant nod I can’t help but be taken back to the tim...

Image - reallyrich.com Roses are red violets are blue blah, blah, blah, blah!   I don't care if the sky is purple too. Poems are great Valentine's is lame I know I don't want to be loved for one day in a year. Chocolate is sweet and so are you but baby keep the flowers at bay from me today save them for another fine day not Valentine's Day.

Image - forblackweddings.com I’m dressed in a virginal white, satin gown. To enter on a honorary basis, Into the culture I have never known. A marvelous opportunity, To forget who I am and why I am that. As this marriage stretches its tentacles to bind me, And disrupt my life Before I call it mine. Don’t take offense At the sound of my voice. I am no the friend or the lover, He has mellowed me into, The years since then. This marriage is square, Rather than round, so that you can see where it ends, And identify the idiosyncrasies’