A Greedy Heir long waited to fulf… As his Executor, a Kinsman’s Wil… And to himself his Age repeated o… To his Infirmities still adding m… And nicely kept th’ Account of th…
Look at you ... My darling young… Bruised battered ... Bible in you… Your eyes leaking ... You know it… Your love made reckless ...Like C… Well the Titanic’s been sunk ...…
(ALKALI STATION) Cicely says you’re a poet; maybe,—… I reckon you’d give me a hundred,… Poetry!—that’s the way some chaps… But I takes mine ‘straight withou…
In daylight there’s activity, when… Yet there’s a period every day, wh… When light transitions into dark,… While the coldness of that dark, t… When night draws near and shadows…
Looking back on the memories and l… Only time will tell if it’s meant… Dreams and nightmares keep me awak… It was so easy for you to walk awa… The day that my life changed in an…
..tell me friend is life not like… It must take work to get a hold of ...ah..but after the work.... The golden sweetness..
The lifetime achievement We all seek to find it But never know what it is when we… Some people don’t deserve it Some people are hopeless without i…
HEY! now the day dawis; The jolly cock crawis; Now shroudis the shawis Thro’ Nature anon. The thissel-cock cryis
Words I left on my post it notes Of ideas I let stew for too long with broken pencil leads and empty… Like dark circles and furiously cu… Which take flight to perch on my w…
By Stanley Collymore To sit and speak openly about the… meaningful relationship you’d like to have with someone who says they love you then carefully
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
FAST as the rolling seasons brin… The hour of fate to those we love, Each pearl that leaves the broken… Is set in Friendship’s crown abov… As narrower grows the earthly chai…
In all of us is a hero Who helps the poor and ill Invisible as a beetle Who moves as time stand still He lives in a kingdom of hearts
WHEN I am busying about, Sewing on buttons, tapes, and stri… Hanging the week’s wet washing out Or ironing the children’s things, Sweeping and dusting, cleaning gra…
Darling we’re made of glass. Our hearts and dreams shattered by fate. The distance between us is the first sign that it’s too late.
Do you know what it’s like to thin… A day in my life, you haven’t got… Do you know what it’s like to be s… But that is the only thing you do.… Do you know what it’s like to look…
Everything was perfect. Untill ev… I was in my room, it was empty Like something was missing So perfect yet so empty This isn’t a poem
There was this guy in the news He was sad and blue His bride, murdered on their honey… Not where, in Gugulethu He was so hurt, it made him coo co…
a wise old man once said to me that life is cruel and sometimes u… so always make sure you have clean… cause you never know when running… a wise old man might run you down
It is no vulgar nature I have wiv… Secretive, sensitive, she takes a… Deep to her soul, as if the sense… And not a thought of vengeance had… No confidences has she: but relief
The metaphorical heart Burnt in frozen grasp As the stale air, travels, labored far from memories, moments of horror caught
I watch the sun rise and often won… No one tells the sun to rise every… No one tells the moon to rise it j… What makes the sun and moon rise e… I don’t know the answer to that, b…
Lucky as you are Individuality is yours Voice your thoughts Even if only to yourself Integrity
Touch me for real. Touch me in your mind And all over my body With your chapped hands. Let your eyes undress me.
As i look up ahead, variety colored eyes look back at… all of them different from the oth… yet i can never tell who feels wha… I ask myself
Death. Pain. Grief. Anxiety. Hatred. Relief. Lonely, selfish, need. Happiness, acceptance, peace. Pride, ignorance heap.
His voice had fallen feather-like Into the bottom of a well Rippling the circle of sunlight Until it settled in the stillness Of the interrupted shadows
You clearly make me feel extra special and totally out of this world as a human being if it’s not a contradiction in terms of what I’m saying; but I’m positive that Everyone in Britain ...
This magic mirror day... Trapped inside it: trees, clouds, Sounds: liquid sighs: your breath.… Our soul’s second life flowing Hot and reborn from hope’s cold as…
It was child innocence filtering through the eyes were like faucets of the past the words were like