Richard Phiri Poems

They say men don't cry
Then does that make me less of a man
Man try telling that to my virility
I feel my own thoughts are constantly at war with me
...

This is my letter to future generation,
To Whom It May Concern. Dear future generation this letter I write to you
I write to you with a heavy and contrite,
bruised and full of regrets and now am used to this feeling I guess,
...

I wrote my letters to you and i wrote then with black ink its quite sad,
I wrote my letters to you and i wrote them in bold so that you could capitalize on my luck of discretion and finally assess the situation arriving to an obvious conclusion that i needed you back, see
Without you my heart was bleeding and i wish i had written my letters with blood,
The paper wet and brown from the salty tears that fell off from my eyes as i cried for you, see i felt pain and rage but with the pen i had to stay gentle,
...

Its four past midnight,
The sun is yet to set but its already dark, and i find myself shuffling my way through this narrow road filled with dust,
Slowly, slowly i'm trudging my way home face down with a lot of stress on my shoulders,
The nibus clouds clad the sun raise as lightening flashes right before the thunder
...

I wasn't quiet conversant with the literature so I had to break the rule and find an,
Unorthodox way of writing poetry because my heart desired to be expressed
So these are, Heart-felt  feelings encrypted in words and that explains why I speak with so much intent,
To the extent of shading a few tears when am reciting these poems because at times I feel as though the wound is still fresh,
...

I was 18 when i first confided in a piece of paper and my pen was present to give testimony of what transpired
And there i was,
all alone seated on the edge of my bed with a note pad to take note of what i was going through
And with a leaking face
...

I belong to the tribe of Judah
The bold and conquerors
I belong to the continent of Africa
My roots trail back to the mfacane
...

between space and the earth,
am trying to find base for these emotions

between the grave and life,
...

The picture is still vivid I remember every detail of it
Reminiscing gives me chills, I still experience the same thrill
adrenaline rush through these veins and a bright smile on my face
I was still young
...