Raynolds Moseamedi
Raynolds Moseamedi Poems
Caught,
Sinking in lies, suffocating in life
All a trap by a thought meant to wreak
Meant to bring awe in those who felt blind
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We make decisions which are influenced by our conditions
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We let powerless diseases and sicknesses command our happiness
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A dream flying like a bee
Buzzing in the ears of my soul
Hope at last defined in darkness
Fading so fast my tears falling slow
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The beginning and soon to be the end
Money we love less of them we spend
All untold and clearly fold
Unused in the lives of men, all 'cause of gold
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A new word in the black society,
we know not of it as we do with cruelty
South Africa rise, the question is, how?
Death to the man who stood against the oppressors,
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Right before bedtime
Right after my mom finished the last nursery rhyme
Right at that moment after I felt my cheeks kissed
Right after I heard a sweet goodnight
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Hope is the pillar of my life
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love left me to rot and die
never had the slightest feeling of joy
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Love is like a seed once it is in the heart it grows
just like a blue light from the stars it glows
it shines even in the darkest of all hearts,
placed in a gallery just like her beautiful painting representing art.
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Her name brings light to those who lost it
She stood tall from every abysmal feeling that stood againgst her smiles
Even sun during the worst of all seasons still adorn her face
Her beauty exaggerate her lovely heart
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Rise or descend love won't fall,
We are not the pillars of love
Blue Sky, True lies but still we stand tall
None other than the Lord almighty above
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The wars left scars in our lives
Our souls suffocated long enough in people's bad choices
The sounds we still hear
The voices our heads cannot mute
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The wind blew away the traumas you've caused
And preciley like flue you've caught them
All the seconds made by a minute of pain
The blind love that caused us to make blind choices of which i suffered the most,
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How can the absence of pigmentation
Separate people from the same mother
Life bribed the hell outta of us
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Raynolds Moseamedi Biography
Poeticrae born Raynolds Moseamedi, South Africa, Limpopo, Tzaneen a graduate of Tshwane University of Technology, I found poetry at a very young age or perhaps it found me to make matters simpler surrounded by grief and feelings of change, loneliness and self discovery it filled a gap I never knew existed and from there a pen and a pad have been with me and all that is me ever since.
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Caught,
Sinking in lies, suffocating in life
All a trap by a thought meant to wreak
Meant to bring awe in those who felt blind
Hope in those who felt lost to despair
A fighting chance to those who were about to desist
But I'm caught, caught trying not succeeding
Caught going but not arriving
Life is now my captor
And despair is now my home.
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Raynolds Moseamedi Quotes
The heart bares more love than all the hate bared by the mind and still all is from the mind...
death is a fool who skipped school and now stealing from those who made it.
Life is not your friend but the best of it, feel what it brings not what is in it.
Pain is not to be endured, we just have to look at it in an adventurous way.
My idiosyncracity defines another me hiding from the open world, when time set revealed a Kho-kho bird shalt pop out.
'The greatest memories are those that are hard to forget and easy to remember.'
Instead of hating and rejecting our imperfections, we should embrace them for they are the diamonds of being.
If no heart can accept you, Do yourself a favor, And appreciate your heart for Appreciating you.
I've been deep enough of love to be allowed to give myself to the practice I've always readied my soul to be given away and here again with me it lies.
Do I deserve myself sometimes? I wonder
If the poets were to save this earth, it would have long perished.
We are yet again necessary and again, enough.
When does a poem stop being a poem. When it has been read and felt?
Sometimes you realise when you're old enough that only the roughest roads make the toughest of men.
You sit down and you take time finally to read your old self, what a complicated mess.
The only love I've ever felt Was when Eddy Maake spoke to me He was what he called himself. a poet. With a tongue wrapped up in poetry His hands were possessed as he gestured paving the heavens He would whisper an entire ocean And call upon the moon
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11/15/2026 9:53:49 AM # rel_20261026T125300Z_a7741e1
Good work...keep it up.