Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

Freshman - 526 Points (08 December 1992 / KwaZulu Natal, Pinetown)

This Is The Poem Without Words - Poem by Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

I wish I can show you some pictures,
play for you some film but it is impossible.
It was seen by the man in the streets.
Without home,
without belongings…
He wake up in the morning all the time
Without any plans for tomorrow.
He sleeps with questions
and wake up with multiplied questions.
No one ask him something,
nobody to talk to, nobody to cry to.

That what he get is to being chased
when he try to sleep…that of yesterday sleepless,
In that free space no places for the man like him,
although it became a sleepless…
He wishes to wake up dead…
Everybody thought that he is a mad man
No one next to him it seems as if he is harmful.
In his history he was a good man having
a good job till he Loose it all even
His women left him
He is abandon by the world
through the world.

He is asking for freedom
while we are enjoying it
He is asking for surrender
while the life is against him.
He eats in that bin your left overs…
I wish I am a screen player
so that you can be able to see that
This is the poem without words

It will be better to you to see it
for yourself,
heard it with your ears
It happen in this world even if you are
but those who have money already
They will make themselves richer more using you
You pay for your talent to be discovered
This man is amen without wife...
This man is a men without life...

He survive waiting for the day
of the call from God to end it all
All what is in his mind and his heart,
All said stories will perished
and no more suffer from soul to body
It hard to predict his future
I don't know how to explain this,
to describe this
To tell this anymore.
This is the poem without words.

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Comments about This Is The Poem Without Words by Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

  • Melikhaya Zagagana (9/4/2014 4:26:00 AM)

    Nice man! now you know you can please do it; and keep on encouraging others to do the same. (Report) Reply

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  • Africa My Roots (10/31/2012 5:46:00 AM)

    wish they is words lol this is good (Report) Reply

  • Johnathan Juarez (5/28/2012 10:28:00 AM)

    hey i really like what you have done with this poem. alot of empathy for the person you are writing about. you tell his story well. Thanks for sharing. keep writing it takes time to improve but all you need is a sincere and enthusiastic love of writing to achieve what you want with it. and it doesen't hurt to read alot to. (Report) Reply

  • (5/24/2012 1:41:00 PM)

    as you said dat i must read yo poems im on the path now man. by reading ol thiz poems there is an assantial lesson and strategies i capture from them.u realy have the potantial of writting&skills, so we have to work together as u are farmilier with our plan and ensure that our wok is approximately on high level.muhle umsenbenzi wakho mfowethu jelouse down...go high (Report) Reply

  • Alicia Meyers (5/18/2012 4:04:00 PM)

    Very great poem, powerful and shown. And just like Waseem; the title is very catchy. Keep up the good work :) (Report) Reply

  • Waseem A Malla (5/17/2012 6:09:00 AM)

    it is an awesome, including the title which is superbly catchy. the poem is an artwork, not just a mediocre rendering of things. i appreciate the choice of topic as well as your words. keep it up, keep the flame burning. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, November 8, 2013

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