My Pains My Emotion Poem by University of Zimbabwe Author's Club UZAC

My Pains My Emotion



It’s not our divorce that sets my heart on fire.
It’s not your betrayal that slashes it apart.
It’s not your sarcastic tongue that condemns my humanity.
Brutal memories of our past haunt me the most.

Love comes with joy and takes with it all.
You gave me a moment and robed of my mortality.
Through the door you came in, you left with a hopeless return.
As I wipe my tears off my sensitive bellies,
Swamps of solace invade, living my hopes homeless.

I mean the pain you caused me dug graves in my heart,
And until I bury my emotions I will forget your last name.
I will have forgotten your deceitful smile and devilish eyes
That stole my glance and kept it for your selfish assignment.

But, before that happens
I will cherish the good memories through pain and emotions
As they fade away with the final thought.
BY MONICA RUPAZO



When you left me,
I thought you will return.
Years have passed but no sign of you.
You left a gap that nobody can fill.

Day and night,
I moan as if its yesterday
I am in pain.
I cannot love again.
No man living or dead shall replace you.
I am in pain my love.

You slid away,
When our kids needed you most.
How come you allowed this to happen?
How unkind of you to depart without a good bye?
You went away my love with my better half.
I am in pain my love.

When I think of you,
I do not hesitate to cry.
My heart throbs.
I moan for you every day.
I am trying to cope up,
But I cannot my love.

You are gone, that I know.
Nowhere to be found is the love we shared.
I have lost my being myself.
A torture that will torment me forever.
BY VICTORIA TAPERA



Dark clouds above me
Scares the heart and makes it hard as stone
Trapped in the dark hole
Pain becomes normality

The silence pierces the soul
Leaves a deep cut, takes long to heal
Been through a lot, felt a lot too
Skin looking like it wrestled with a thorn bush
All the hurt, mine to bear

Lips moving, no words coming out
Sitting in the dark waiting for light to turn on
Too tired of keeping it in
Want to chase away the pain
Flip a new chapter of this emotion
Change the theme from tragedy to happily ever after
A budding flower
Chase away the pain,
No longer becomes mine, only a blissful emotion
BY ANITA MUKIZA



My mother
It was more than unreal than real
It was more than unacceptable than acceptable
It was untrue than true
It was more than unbelievable than believable
Henceforth, it was unbearable

A large lump of sorrow gathered on my throat
Only leaving me gasping for life
And a black cloud covered my face
And at that moment,
Tears just started flowing down my cheeks.

I asked myself,
Where was she going in the middle of night?
What if she was stabbed to death?
Was his fault?
At that moment my mind was thrown in a mixed bag

Surely for this month’s carrying the 'unacceptable'
Because of the 'unacceptable', life become sower
With the 'unacceptable', she became mentally disturbed.

My lord have pity to those mothers who have been divorced
Reason,
The disabled child she bore
Wherever they go
Wherever they are
Whatever they do
Remember and bless them.
BY HANDSOME MADZONGA



Why do the wicked prosper?
Even in a way so improper.
It seems they go yonder,
Whilst the fair die tender.

The drunkards are merrier than the sober,
Yet they intoxicate their livers without order.
They celebrate daily without fail,
Yet the sensible look so frail.

I've looked with a prying eye,
Let me speak before I die.
Why should I not ask why?
When my days are drawing nigh

Where is the word vindication in the dictionary?
The meaning is practically a nullity.
They tore the page off the oxford,
The oppressed cry for the complete volume.

I want to see the laborer eat the fruits of his labor
I want to see the captive shamrock his slave master
I want tables to turn, and see the oppressed free
I want to caress freedom whilst I live.
PRAISE KHULANI MOYO

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