londiwe buthelezi

Rookie (31 may 1991 / empangeni, south africa)

londiwe buthelezi Poems

41. Butterflies 3/23/2009
42. The Girl 3/17/2009
43. Another Love Song 4/24/2009
44. Betrayal 4/14/2009
45. Grief 3/19/2009
46. If I Could Talk... 3/18/2009
47. Love 3/17/2009
48. Heartache 3/17/2009
49. #**meeting You**# 7/17/2009
50. **raindrops** 7/14/2009
51. The Abusive Man 3/19/2009
52. **is Cupid A Man? ** 3/27/2009

Comments about londiwe buthelezi

  • Kurt Behle (4/15/2009 9:03:00 AM)

    Dispite the point that she keep her poems been short the truth is faced, honesty is her key nonetheless 'she tells it as it is'

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  • Jessica Workman (4/2/2009 2:02:00 AM)

    that is really great and it is amazing....keep up the good work...

  • Eddie Garcia (3/31/2009 9:07:00 AM)

    londiwe your poems are written so beautifully, you express your self deep in thought and well formed on paper. your poems are a work of art from a poet upcoming whose true feelings and emotions are well thought out. some of your work is short but sweet and to the point. great job and keep on writing and believing what is real.

  • Laron Green Sr. Laron Green Sr. (3/24/2009 8:19:00 AM)

    good could be bitter you do have a will to go deep

  • Darryl Gibbons (3/20/2009 11:28:00 PM)

    You certainly seem to have captured the essence of the relationship. Very nice work.

Best Poem of londiwe buthelezi

**is Cupid A Man? **

If cupid really was a man
with a cute little dart
who shot you with them,
right through your heart;

Why is it that men
are the last ones to say
that they want to be with you
each and every day.

I don't understand it,
how could he be a guy?
Did no one ever think,
or stop to question why?

Have you ever heard of a man
from all of the lands,
that welcomed you in
with wide open hands.

I know a few out there
think that he's really cute,
but just dress him up in a well tailored suit

and you'll see that he'll ...

Read the full of **is Cupid A Man? **


My heart stops.
Beats again, but faster.
My eyes see you,
seals your image in my mind.
My ears hear your voice,
a sweet rumble that evokes unknown emotions.
My hands sweat,
the thought of touching you crosses my mind.
My feet freeze,

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