Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

Rookie - 33 Points (27/02/1985 / Maun, Botswana)

Onalethuso Petruss Ntema Poems

81. Living Without Fade 11/2/2012
82. Life's A Sonnet 9/6/2011
83. Life Seeds 6/12/2013
84. Life And The Giver 11/16/2012
85. Let It, Set It 9/28/2012
86. Lessons Of Life 5/8/2013
87. Lead My Hand O' Dear Life 3/10/2012
88. Land Of Poets A Reality (A Transnational Poetry Collaboration) 3/27/2015
89. Kill Me Not, O' Love 7/22/2013
90. It Shall... 3/10/2012
91. In Your Arms Of Love 9/6/2011
92. If Wishes Were 3/19/2013
93. If And When I Die 11/2/2011
94. If All Persons Shadowed 3/19/2013
95. I Was A Child 5/13/2013
96. I Miss(Ed) You 8/23/2012
97. I Miss You 10/14/2012
98. I Laugh So Greenly 8/23/2012
99. I Call Unto Ye O' Lord 3/10/2012
100. I Am (Ed.2) 7/22/2012
101. I Am 3/10/2012
102. Humble Pearl 4/23/2013
103. Humble Heart 1/31/2013
104. Hope 8/23/2012
105. Her Name Is Love 8/17/2012
106. Her 3/5/2013
107. Have You Ever? 3/10/2012
108. Happy Birthday (By Comet Molefi) 2/27/2013
109. Had I Not Stayed With You 3/10/2012
110. Guidance From You Father 5/10/2013
111. Gone Too Long 4/18/2013
112. Golden Eyes 4/23/2013
113. February 27th 12/5/2012
114. Fear 11/21/2013
115. Exquisite Sun-Day 9/5/2011
116. Emotional Beauty 3/10/2012
117. Echoes Of An African Tear: A Poet's Lament -new- 4/17/2015
118. Early Morning 2/26/2013
119. Dry Eyes 3/19/2013
120. Dry Cry 4/2/2013
Best Poem of Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

Life's A Sonnet

life is a trumpet
every being responds to
a banquet
singing and joy corresponds to
a pamphlet
reading comprehends to
some bank it
some complements to

awaken is the wise
lost is the nice
fed with a jolly of rice
menu with a spice
bitter taste twice
as nice
some telling lies
and surely pay the price
but to reap a slice
you ought to sweat thrice
and ding dong like a dice
but sometimes not, and your infant cries
at times you make it, and she (joyously) smiles
for life’s a sonnet, going many miles

believe you me, life’s a ...

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Survivor

survivor
there is no mountain i can climb
nor a river i can cross
a survivor, i am

true feeling of a heart broken
a soul to reckon with but a token
true words of a survivor but unspoken

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