A respected man he is
A loved man he is
For his doings, for what he did
Yes he is a freedom fighter
...
Walking with arms at my back
On corridor of liberty,
Where man's dream was once met,
And again, man's wound is abolished.
...
Will you thy beautiful
Thy pleasant with fragrant posies
My flower in the garden
Stain on my face tears; morrow
...
Like a river flow
With passion of melody so down and low
With an embrace so warm and tender
We will grow fonder
...
Listen to the songs of the children
Listen to the cry of the frogs
Listen to the melodies of the birds in the sky
Rejoicing to the ever changing seasons
...
A shining arrow of William Shakespeare
Of which he was known for
A man of believe
A sacrificer in love
...
Is written in black and white
On a fine huge paper
I always wonder why it of agony is.
And not of humanity
...
My heart flatter for him
It is him it desire
Him who it admires
My life it’s devoted on him
...
If time wouldn’t be an object
The grave will also be eternity
My heart never stops
In the depth of my soul
...
That my breath counts confines
My chest, the rhyming beat defines
Of the wounds that forbid my bliss
That its hold hurt, nor the kiss
...
when loneliness shall find your heart
and days repeat on your mind
i shall caress you with ease
when the pain ain't benign
...
I woke up to a dream
In the midst of autumn
When the moon was on vacation
And less tear I knew
...
Robala Tau o e lole
You let no stone unturned
Re ipela ka lesedi la gago
Mme gone seo o se dirileng
...
There lies ill human spirit
The souls of those mind angered
The victims of unlawful governing
Their stamping complaints
...
We cross over the streams of fear
Such solitude and silence, we bear
Laughters and smiles cease
We find in our ways more to miss
...
is the daze found in his admirers
and voices that sing his name in extol
all he had to do was shun the limelight
and instil confidence in the souls gone weary
...
' i am pen and paper, i am ink, i am poetry' In the far east of south africa, a place filled with cultural practises and melodius sound of the bird is what i call home. i grew up in mpumalanga where most of my meories are withheld there, it is only now that on my memory journal the picture is quite broder. i have been living in durban for almost two years now where i am studying a bsc in land surveying. its been a very great experience thus far. i also visited quite a number of places is south africa but in the near future i would like to extend my exploration and visit other countries but i will always come back cause south africa is where my heart sits.)
A Freedom Fighter
A respected man he is
A loved man he is
For his doings, for what he did
Yes he is a freedom fighter
He never stood and watched
He was part of them
Those who had hearts for the innocent people
But in the end he was a leader
He was the one who was punished
Punished for the wonderful things he did for the people
He did them with his power
Now he earn the people respect
They love him he’s their hero
He fought for them
He fought for people’s freedom
Yes he is our freedom fighter
He never gave up no matter what
They never got him down no matter what they did
He stayed away from home and family
Living in locked house for 27 years
Almost his man time in Roben Island
He is South Africa’s father
He is Africa’s father
He is the world’s father
He is every one’s father, a loved father
He is our freedom fighter
A special dedication to:
Mr. Nelson Mandela
Tata
Most of your poems seems to be inspired by love. I wonder who is that fortunate guy to fuel your muse with un-dying desire. If you could soak your mind and heart in ink, you will make a solid and fertile poet out of yourself. Remember, poetry is more than just a mere talent, It's more or less like a skill. seek for development everyday and you'll kiss the roof.
hi Alancia its denice since we are both students at varsity in south africa, can you just fill me in as to how are thing at kzn university, anyway i am studying at university of johannesburg and its really cool here.
lovey poems......keep it up