Raynolds Moseamedi
Raynolds Moseamedi Poems
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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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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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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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See me in the wilderness,
Leave me blind in happiness,
Dream no more of my love
My heart forgot yours and mine to him above,
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Spared,
By love and now I'm hate's joke
Spared,
By my death and now my life has the advantage
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I have wings,
Above the clouds lies my voice
On the ground is where it sings,
In paradise I lay, covered by its pure moist
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I am a human,
I hide in the voices of the old
I take pleasure in the sufferings of those around me
For it gives me, pleasure to watch and not feel
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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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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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We thought,
As we brought,
Hell in the mind of which love as a disaster
To and from the mind of nature we breathed
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See me through,
Through the valley of the unknown
The valley where the old used to talk
And flames would burst out vigorously
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We all seek the truth,
Face to face we gaze away
Depart my soul and leave me astray,
In God we trust
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Stupity,
Hidden in terms of humanity,
We still think we are the best of everything
We brag of power,
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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.)
The Best Poem Of Raynolds Moseamedi
×life Is A Choice×
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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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We strive to stride, we fight to smile, we laugh to lie
Our joy by our dullness begin to fade and we commence to die
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Negative thoughts from one who fear the positivity people have for them
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As the little girl smile and the old man cries
She knows her condition and she made her decision
Keep on smiling
Life is what we make not what sicknesses and diseases bring
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There is no love without unity
Let us unite as we fight for those who can't for themselves
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No matter what condition you're in
Never forget to smile.
Raynolds Moseamedi Comments
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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9/15/2026 10:00:21 AM # rel_20260910T140628Z_5ffb431
Good work...keep it up.