Paul Mwenelupembe


Paul Mwenelupembe Poems

41. Hear The Cries 1/1/2013
42. I Am The Street Kid 3/4/2013
43. I Lay My Care 3/10/2013
44. I Need My Stuff Back 11/21/2012
45. I Was There 11/23/2012
46. If It Is Really A Curse 2/2/2013
47. If You Are In Between 7/30/2013
48. In Morning Breeze 11/18/2012
49. In The Dying Moments 11/11/2012
50. In Those Days 12/14/2012
51. Innovative Spider 2/16/2013
52. Inside Zomba White City Of Memories 5/9/2013
53. Invest In Eternal Account 11/21/2012
54. Is This Love I Thought Of? 1/19/2013
55. It Drives Me Nut 1/7/2013
56. It Shall Come To Pass 11/20/2012
57. It Wasn'T Easy 1/3/2013
58. Just A Smile 3/19/2013
59. Just In Arms Of Sorrow 5/20/2013
60. Lake Malawi 2/20/2013
61. Life Is More Like Survival 2/12/2013
62. Like A Slave 2/27/2013
63. Love Comes Softly 8/2/2013
64. Lulomo Peninsula 11/7/2012
65. Mama Africa 11/7/2012
66. Mulanje Mountain 11/13/2012
67. My Angel 2/15/2013
68. My Box At Lunch Tree 3/17/2013
69. My Day 11/7/2012
70. My Head 11/19/2012
71. My Journey Up Hill 2/11/2013
72. Natural Mirror 11/18/2012
73. Ngara Fishing Ground 11/8/2012
74. Nyagondwe The Grandma 11/19/2012
75. Ode Of Mother Mphizi 11/9/2012
76. Oh! There You'Re At Last 12/19/2012
77. Our Chikangawa Forest 11/11/2012
78. Our Stars Inside 11/24/2012
79. Out Of Africa 11/15/2012
80. Pass On Calls 11/23/2012
Best Poem of Paul Mwenelupembe

Love Comes Softly

Rains are to sow and good times to love
Built on soils rich of grave land
Such a valley long way to go, it comes softly
From that dead land, a place of living
To a loving land limits by the spring

So hard to shoot the routing star
A seed of peace into roots and leaves
Comes slowly in the stream sand
In the rivulets valleys, slops of God
Going deep in loam soiled hand
Down the rivers slowly it comes

The invisible altar is meant for pottery
As God provides the step of ridged love
Falling from the sky of love
So love comes softly

If gentle ...

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A Flower To Kiss

Aflower to kiss,
the flower yet to be flowering
So cute but not yet cluttering
in the bowl, the flower is the sent
The yet beautiful but greatly cute
The flower, flowering a glory
Then, now the smell is the scent

Glory, glory is the name

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