Irvin Relebogile

Veteran Poet - 1,434 Points (11-10-1998 / Polokwane)

I - Poem by Irvin Relebogile

How could i?
When the white snow
was glad to descend upon me,
I did not love with an innocent charity that chastens the childish.
Rather i thought myself
To know better,
And deemed I
The main matter.
I remember the day
He turned his back,
A head as strong than clay,

Could have sighed
And hailed his name
But then I had a poor sight.
To have seen better
What life was doing
I did not,
instead prefered a hotter
Head that grew prideful.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Free Verse

Poet's Notes about The Poem

inspired by experience, i wrote this poem to express how i feel about the things i have done and still do.

Comments about I by Irvin Relebogile

  • (9/6/2015 6:49:00 AM)

    A very nice piece n quite simple (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2015

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