Biography of Kefentse Sathekge
South african, born in the apartheid(racial segregation) era. Discovered poetry in my last years of high school.My poetry changes with time & so do my skills & my choice of words. my mission is to write poems everyone can read & enjoy, but i do not compromise on quality and style. i take great pride on the quality of my work.
Kefentse Sathekge Poems
need to be still sometimes. stop my breath from accumulating into life. maybe i need to tell you this,
Pregnant lips with a void mind How do I write in such state of mind? My erectile pen wet with feelings Solidifies when my fingers fight
I Do Not Know The Start. I Do Not Know H...
(to the one I truly love & I grow to love daily) That is how I feel about you. You cannot question my love.
The Night We Had Sweet Potatoes.
The night was quite. Calm was in the air. I remember I rushed home. I had to prepare. The mint sauce.
i love you in the morning. when you smell like scented rain, your lips like mint sprouts. when my arms are around your neck,
Garment Of All Occasion
I cannot wear my pyjamas to work Nor swim in my shirt and tie. But there is a cloth for all occasion I want to put it on
It is like hot brewed coffee with no milk. It slithers in between, its warmth ensnares. Once in you, there is no word to define it. You try to talk, only gust of air
Out Of Hurting
Out of hurting, I had build Something that resembles the Berlin wall Now you are here… I have been reluctant
My Baby Did Not Kiss Me Goodnight
I am filled with disbelief My baby did not kiss me I sleep tonight with a sad on my Face.
Daily I seek you Like the clothes I wear Unfold my wings I have been docile too long
I Silently Seek
You are everywhere yet I seek. I silently bow. Eyelids softly shut,
12 Months Of No Kisses
I used to smile inside, alone When I think of chilies and omelets Do you still remember? I do,
Every Man, Thief And Common
Tramped down, part of Pathway now. Fences are down. Soldiers come in as
I Hold No Desires.
A month has gone. All but memories seem to fade. She would hold me. Her affirming presence has
It is like hot brewed coffee with no milk.
It slithers in between, its warmth ensnares.
Once in you, there is no word to define it.
You try to talk, only gust of air
breezes out. You start to quake,
And there is only one thing in this world that
Can make you feel this way....
But I guess you will never get to taste it,
As it is never the same with a creamer.