MAREME PETER KGWETE
Biography of MAREME PETER KGWETE
Mareme Peter Kgwete was born 1997 July 13. The last heir of Christina Makokwana Molepo and Lazuros Molepo. He was born at Regae twonship in Marble Hall and grew up in Malatane. He has only one sibling, a brother. He started school at Baseloane primary school and currently in grade 11 at Phasoane secondary school. He is a quiet and very intimate person, who values trust; love; loyalty and respect.
MAREME PETER KGWETE Poems
A Cause Of Complication.
Adolescence. A very pleasant stage to those who can control it, but a very horrible one in resulting to those who cannot control. A boat with many crisis,
Poetry, poetry come to my life, bring me joy and happiness, open my eyes and light my way. split and let peace begin,
Return Me For I.
I too much fell asleep in my life. I made too much opposition from my parents. I said after they've said, Am out of this runaway before time without preparation.
Oh money! Money I have a cry for you, I know you are everywhere, I know you rule the world,
I was standing infront of my school mates in that class, with my eyes opened blind, freezed like a perenial polar ice, I even lost a feeling of wind,
Due That Time
Due that time of daily-tears. Due that time of peaceless life, Due that time of separation, when lives were lost like a wilted leaves in winter,
This heart pumping billion times in my body, this blood always flow inside my veins, this movement of air doing in and out on my body, this process of taking foods in and out everyday,
I Am Imprisoned In Love
I am suffering, My heart is feeling an unforgettable pain, My heart feels unacceptable feelings, My heart is like a company with no profit. I always care and get nothing in return,
Where Is Your Love?
When I look at you I see you. When I touch you I feel you. When I smell you I smell your cologne but my heart keep telling me you're not the real you.
The Creator Of My Scar
It was early in the morning mist, The day I regretted the time I woke up from my bed, It was such a horrible day to me. It was the day that I had a persistent thought in mind,
That Man Is Brave
He came out of the blue, He had everything I need, He held me like a mother to a child, he pushed me where I stacked,
Misdone Is No More
I! The past blinded clever, swimming with heartless ones but originally born from heartful family. Dancing behind hungry lions with no fear. Black amongst whites.
In my past I have wronged, I have done unforgettable things, I killed all the love that people had for me, My creations were bad!
It Is A Feeling
Yes I have changed. Yes I am no longer that kind of friend to you. It is a feeling. You can not blame me for that,
It Is A Feeling
Yes I have changed.
Yes I am no longer that kind of friend to you.
It is a feeling.
You can not blame me for that,
You can not be angry with me,
You can not fight me,
You can not even question me,
but you can accept me,
because it is not me,