A destructive dance indeed,
betwixt the two we bleed.
A bellowing, bloody abate,
this stale, seductive state.
Simple, senseless steeds,
jealous fires feed.
Perjuring petty plights,
demons do delight.
A crimson, cheaters chair,
awful angers air.
No trust, truth or taste,
wallowed wantons waste.
Envious, eager eyes,
rejoicing a wrathful rise.
Coveting, careless couth,
yesteryear's eager youth.
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2012
My Love ,My Wife,
It’s all love,
Red is love,
My Love, Love you,
Red color of Love,
Blood is All Red,
From a Black, White, yellow, Albino
It’s all Red and Universal,
Red is Love,
Always I will be for you,
My Rib is for you,
When not there, misses you Big,
My love, Your Love,
My Love, will always Love You,
Copyright © mukumbu munyasya | Year Posted 2014
My love I can not find you anywhere,
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere,
because you are my soulmate,
and us being apart can not be fate.
You did not leave because you wanted to,
It just was just something you had to do.
I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight,
and knowing you was the love of my life,
yet I would not make you my wife.
I know that's what you really wanted
and now I am feeling haunted,
by the things I should have done,
and you being the only one
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together.
But you are gone
and I can not go on,
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.
Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013
Corpulent cottagers clapping like clowns
a fat Friday festival, gobblers and gowns.
Merry mad munchers of muffins and mirth
do-si-do dumbly, eaters of earth.
Champagne sugar shoved in a shoe
If love lasts not long, love handles will do.
Copyright © Aron Jacob | Year Posted 2012
Her beauty surpasses the moon,
The fragrance of her voice charms the world
And draw sorrows away from mankind
She is a woman!
Her smile embalms the sorrowful world
And soothes the weeping nations
Making them smile, and smile again
She is a woman!
The glare from her eyes make heavens blush
And clouds to no longer hold their sorrows
Their tears fall and wet the earth
Because she is a woman!
Who’se holds her sure-fire conviction,
That whips me into convulsion
And I mislay my age-old senses
Because she is a woman!
Because she is a woman, I make a man
Because she is a woman, I am alive
Because she is a woman, I smile
Because she is the ideal woman!
Copyright © Charles Mwalimu | Year Posted 2013
I am valuable but not worth any price
I am precious but far more than gold
I am productive but not for abuse
I can talk but not to be abused of talking
I am hardworking but not to be a slave
I am a wife but I am an individual too
I am a mother but I'm just human
I am strong but I get tired too,
I am in flesh, so I need rest
I care but I value myselft first and foremost
I am kind but need kindness too
I listen but not to be lied to
I run the house but I deserve to run myself too
I am the help meet but I need support too
I understand but not to be misunderstood
I provide but I need to be provided for too
I run the kitchen but I need to run my self too
I am the housewife but I am a wife too,
I am married, to my husband, not the house!
I love but I should not be taken for granted
I am weak but not to be raped, beated and scratched
I am submissive and obedient but not to be exercised power abuse on
I am a cheerful giver but not to be robbed
I am soft but not to have my blood squeezed out,
I am full of life but not to be taken away from me
Yes, I am a woman,
Created to live,
Not to be a woebegone!
Copyright © Ame Aron | Year Posted 2013
Bound by blame, broken by blight,
Scarred by a stolen satire,
nuzzling necrophiliacs within the night.
Tangled in torment, tied untamed,
blemished by the blasphemy,
of never speaking your name.
Shackled in sin, shredded sovereignty,
dealing death’s doses,
murdering you and me.
Cuffed with candor, calling our crimes,
to an impetuous enslavement,
tortured through time.
Set me free, to flee this fool’s game,
where we're always left wandering,
in this wasteland of shame.
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2012
She’s that lady, who fills the house with love,
She that lady, whose presence is felt,
The mother of my beloved Nikita
Nothing will ever bring us apart and I will always be at her side,
If worst comes to worst I would fight for her even if it was the last day on earth
The reason I stand tall and walk with her majestically to my pals,
She’s like a gold coin that never fades,
Always giving to others what they need,
To those who have no home, no fire to warm them in the cold dark days,
Her beauty comes from all dimensions like a visible shining pillar,
A pillar she stands tall for those she loves and cares for,
She Speaks her mind what’s good and what’s bad, the first critic when work is done poorly
She fights for love and always gets what she wants,
She’s like a big dolphin that saves those that drawn in their own misery in this ocean of life.
I just hope Nikita turns out to be like her.
Copyright © Mash Mulla | Year Posted 2013
I don't want to walk in this lane again
I don't want to be bless with no tale
I cover my soul with hatred but my body blossom
Forty three years i am, childless.
Yesterday, i was forty and a child promised
Yet i have no one to send an errand
My pillow watches my tears swing on it
A house wife tears not so good
Mother, i will be coming home, i've failed
Brother, arrange my unlock hut for me
Sister, search for my lost Bangoes and Jewelries
Father, prepare my dowry to be return to them
I have failed in marriage yet blessed at home
Words unsaid hurt more than an injury
Forty three years of barrenness and pains
Sorrow of a house wife seems too painful
My womb had developed the mind of their own
My utensils question my authority
The doors in my home laugh at me in a scornful way
I see the windows always mocking my moves
I want to move but moving becomes impossible
Sorrow of a house wife in forty three years
I hate to be a woman if this what they face
Tell mother i will be coming home he wants me no more
He had defiled our matrimonial bed and the bed want me no more
He is now a monster playing outside with a mistress
My Chi has forsaken me in dawn after dusk
I will be coming mother perhaps your arms will
Cuddle me and make me better like before .
Tell the world i've failed as a woman
But tell not my house hold for they already known
Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2014
Genes of motherland made her, black, tender of lips of praise.
Her kind hand, wise mind and loving heart never fails.
Like the rose of covers but bear, of unders, but there.
Though sterm is thorny, rosiness is clear.
There’s a Rose in my heart, rooted deeply via art
There’s a Rose in my heart, weeds rounding her I cut
There’s a Rose in my heart, alive I sense the tune of delight
There’s a Rose in my heart, peer in my soul and uncover my insight
There is a Rose in my heart, flawless of reality finally discovered
There is a Rose in my heart, balling my crystal this time I thee wed
There is a Rose in my heart, introspection I made sight of beauty I gained
There is a Rose in my heart, providential I became thorns of disaster I destroyed
A hell of toy once folded my well, and then the rose came by
And uncovered the dark, and I now once again have a well of joy
Oh! Sweet Rose stay, then forever stay
Oh! Dear God I pray for this sweet Rose I Pray
Copyright © Phindile Tukwayo | Year Posted 2008
Whether we wander wistful
whether we wander wise
we waltz wedding’s waltz; whenever
we’ll wriggle with wishful wives
Wind wispy willow
willy-nilly we’ll whirl
we’ll widdle we’ll weave; whenever
we'll waltz with wedding's wench
Well worthy we writers
who with words wrench
Finishing Line Press. Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
Copyright © Craig Leaf | Year Posted 2007
You know why that we can know
You have fought and made it whole
From here you can get on the back
Now then we got it back on track
We must hold on
Take one that's strong
And you know why
That I can’t lie
Cause, when you come through my door
I can hold on no more
It must remain like this
I want your eternal kiss
And now we’re on, can’t go away
We live on from day to day
Each day we learn how to make our pact
From here to the end it’s a matter of fact
It’s a powerful way
The beauty of every day
It’s not always play
But the work will make us stay
When you come through my door
And I can take no more
I have no other wish
But to retain your eternal kiss
Copyright © Gregory Horn | Year Posted 2007