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I do Poetry and pieces of writing, just for fun and self-growth.
I write for existence, just like breathing.
"Creativity is the engine on my quill"
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I'll swallow my lemons and spit the seeds at your face, "I'll play a role in your life", No! Give back my space!, Probably tripped and fell, didn't consider the loose lace, Well life's a tough race, not everyone gets the first place.
I'll swallow my lemons, won't spit the seeds at your face, I did it previously and you always considered it a disgrace, It's not all about the strides, sometimes it's about the pace, After all, life may not always be a race, it could be a chase.
Won't touch my lemons at all, well I'll just stare at your face, Oh, never noticed, your face looks like an empty flower vase, Supplied critics watering mine, yours grew so gross from ace, Free yourself from those spikes, critics are a self-hitting mace.
Everyone's looking for that one person, that will restore their lost hearts back. Everyone's looking for that spark on, their hearts will follow when dark. Everyone's looking for a shield, rain on, pours cats and dogs, won't bruise or bark. Everyone's looking for a heart, loving version, promising forever and never stabs any back. And when my dreams came true, stars shone brighter, Roses blossomed, grass greened and fields grew better, clouds gave way to sun rays, my heart wrote a love letter, melodic wind blew, singing in your cute voice and laughter. I call you "My Rose", you call me "My Butterfly", I call you "My Queen", you call me "My King", I promise you forever, never will I ever say goodbye, Your 'digitus medicinalis' will look lovely with a ring. I Love You! I promise you Forever!
Love Poetry Collection"Dreams and Promises"~Andy Mwalasha
The persona in this poem is a heartbroken soul that had been crushed, hurt and forced into dark unimaginable places, getting smashed between fierce realities of the world and the jaws of stinging pain caused by Love. Later on, this hurt soul finds the perfect soul "Angel" who heals all the wounds and proves to be the one, "Soulmate"!
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"CRIES FROM THE DUNGEON"
I choose to starve, food for thought, not my delicacy, swallowed my tongue, i've loud pens, let them speak, Don't mistake aliens for angels, both are from the sky, pure, spotless white, like milk, filthy under the cream!
I'm drowning, lungs overflowing with water, skin's pale, Time is cash, i bet it's more valuable in your timezone, "Time is money", the reason I spend mine at the mall, Stars in your ocean don't shine, they swim and survive!
My tears on hot sand evaporated, the rain you enjoyed, stabbed me, died, then you caged my soul in a dungeon, "DAYS&q…
An all wrapping book. Our fore-fathers named it "Life". Well, we adopted the same name and so, we also call it "Life". A unique book which one only writes once and never gets a chance to read it, but just to mention, others do!
The book has a cover page, "The Birthday", the initial page where the first ever ink drop was dragged down the very first page. The cover page is a very special part of the book and it reoccurs in every chapter. It's normally colorful and mostly treasured by the writer of the book and also by other related writers who share almost the same content or with an interest in the content of the writer in question. It therefore holds a special place in the heart of the writer.
Like any other great book, chapters are a great deal in logical writing. Since this is a massive book, chapters prove to be an aiding element in relieving the writer the burden of a mixed up content. "Years", they are the chapters. They consist of "…
Amid heart palpitations, lung-tearing breathing, Atmospheric poisoning, with loud tense silence, fierce blood vaporizing, veins tattered, eroding, waves underneath the skin, Love drowning iris.
Melodic mornings, Love melodies, little paradise, Sun, burning with jelousy, had fun with the moon, In your eyes lies my reflection, deeper my paradise, Nights, Mornings with you, love holds us till noon.
I'll be your cover, when it's cold, Always your lover, love that's bold, Kissing forever, fingers together fold, Watching stars, days over, i'll ever hold.
You are a beautiful star, found you shinning in the sky, An angel, that's who you are, brought beauty to my eye, Poured out my love, a full jar, ever sweet with you my pie, Sugary lips, feeling them from far, kiss me love, loosen my tie.
I will always say, "I love you", because that's how i feel, I will always say, "I miss you", my empty heart, you fill, I will always say, "I need you", without you, life's a raw deal, It's true love for you, "Will you marry me", on one knee, i will kneel.
Love Poems Collection "TRUE LOVE" ~Andrew Mwalasha
Sometimes, we feel like strands of grass caught in a crazy whirlwind. Other times, we get a calm feeling like the clouds on a sunny day. We happen to make the right choices in life but sometimes the world wants to prove us wrong for what we know is right. Simply judged by the barely open eyes the world sees us through and its dusty lens that it is deliberately reluctant to clean. The despise, dumped lost love and hearts fully soaked in hate.
However, the world is not always a crazy ill-willed monster, sometimes the monster lets us pet its fur and make fun of it. Waking up in the morning feeling like you saved the world, and smiling all throughout the day, well, one of those days you find reasons to smile at anything, anyone or any situation. Everything seemingly becomes interesting. Trees dance to the cool sugar-coated melodies of lively birds, the morning sun paints your beautiful shadow on the ground with its artistic rays, and the inner you knocks from the inside, quietly whispering…
We all get that feeling. When our dreams seem to flow so well that life feels so fresh. When the past smells so new and the present, a living gift. The moon grins down every night as the stars playfully stick around in a scattered layout. Life gives us a friendly pat on our shoulders and grins throughout the travel. Only then, we realize the joy, the love, the smiles, the warmth that we regained when it started to snow, the courage to send blankets flying mid air on cold mornings, and the most unthinkable, the power to fight the urge of hitting the irresistible snooze button.
Oh well, behind every great start, there's a questioning mind. Think of this, waking up every morning with a sweet glimpse of the day's greatness. Where love and inspiration swiftly drive you to kiss the day as it beautifully breaks out of its shell. All that, propelled by that one grand reason, that what makes you feel reborn, loved, changed, new and happy again. Love. How incredible!
Far into the galaxy, a peaceful life- like sphere has for centuries been spinning and going about its annual routine, moving around what we might term as the "Mother of Light". Its artistic, well placed blue and green patches, with some brown scattered detailing, make it stand out as the 'Mother of life". But not anymore, eliminating the distance, burning realities are revealed like the ocean sun at dawn. Wishes turn out to be worries and dreams become our worst living realities. Out, by the countryside, enjoying the evening breeze on an old squeaky wooden chair. Memories pay my tired brain a friendly visit, and my fingers wrap around gripping hard on my coffee mug. A warm stream of ascending air from the mug brushes through my face leaving a moist coffee scented feel. I took short sips with satisfied full enjoyment on every drop down my throat, while the soft evening wind slowly flipped over my old tattered novel pages. Like all my days, i sat on the same spot every…
Introduction:This is a short love poem where the persona is conveying his delight after finally finding his soulmate. Please enjoy the poem!
POEM: MAGIC PETALSThere is a dove trapped in my heart, and a flower blossoming before my eyes.
There is a spark that ignites my night, and a strong force freezing my tears to ice.
There is a stabbing pain that won't hurt, and a lovely feeling elevating me to highs.
On mountain tops, Dancing to the tune of the wind, Plucked it up, nectar smeared on, Enslaved my nose to its beautiful scent, Caged my eyes with its beautiful petals, Found a rose budding on my bruised heart.
My Poem Classics By Andrew Mwalasha 17.7.2015
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It's one of the most wonderful occurrences that has been taking place since the birth of mankind. 'What are you talking about?' You may ask. Well, to give you a helping hand out of that, poets don't mostly really know what to write about when they firmly grip their pens. It just happens that they record their emotions, thought, feelings and realities in a balancing ratio and the result is an incredible piece of poetry. Wonderful! Isn't it?
Poetry is a passion that i enjoy and an alternative language that i speak. This is the reason why i did this short poem below to communicate a message and an issue that most of us face. Enjoy!