Treasure Island

Sicelo Sithole

(09 April 1986 / Durban, South Africa)

In my travels


To this day of brilliant bright lights, I reminisce of all the memories made in my travels warm and cold
I have never written these words scattered across the landscapes of my free hand of sweet verse and prose
In my travels I have paved ways to my future thoughts amiable, like the splendor melody from a sweet old rose
I have seen the future through the power of my free imagination, and a glimpse of my eternity in great fold
Sometimes I sit and wonder if one day I will become a person I dream of in my designs and in my own marvels
My reality born through this very cold experience and the warm future I see, in the shadows of my travels

Submitted: Monday, January 19, 2009
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (In my travels by Sicelo Sithole )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. The sky viewer, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
  2. The Love without Tongue, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
  3. The Bittersweet, Maurice Whyte
  4. Crazy Love, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
  5. First Love, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
  6. Walk like a Penguin, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
  7. No-where One, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
  8. Cry of Torn Leaf, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
  9. Amdo (love), Missau Missau
  10. Dynamic Frustration, Zillur Rahman Shuvro

Poem of the Day

poet William Wordsworth

I

I AM not One who much or oft delight
To season my fireside with personal talk.--
Of friends, who live within an easy walk,
Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight:
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]