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Best Poems Written by Sizo Hlophe

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Dolt

Dolt and dull the deed is done

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What Love

She still walks the streets that moulded the 
dimples in her smile,

the streets that had her sing a tale song 
tailored with a forged rhyme.

She's fond of the trees that cater a platter 
of shade towards her mile, 

a mile that has so many hearts of weary 
travellers on her pile.

What art is she?

She shares a splif with the dukes of our 
time,

And walk into fortresses to dine with the 
lords we spite.

She feeds on reasoning of fouled grey 
widows,

how come, how should, how can: she 
mourns.

What love?

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I Miss You

I've relinquished thee,
Set thee alight with torture,
For thee know not my decree,
And I left thee to the rodents of nature. 

I fancied a dream once;
I had thee sprung in winter,
Had thee fruit in abundance,
And sought life with love so richer.

My heart went grey of love,
I nested a heart of a nomad,
I left thee with no roof above,
Winter, summer reign in command.

I have returned again,
I will prune and water thee,
Rebuild and better all the pain,
For I had relinquished thee.

I Miss You.

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Lamb

As we sought the dawn knocking 
            The orator stood to address:
            'Peasants, He lamb cometh'.

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Pillar

My pillar a dying log, 
had stood firm through tireless tides. 
My pillar a shrunken log, 
her skin depicts all her life journeys. 
My pillar shall break soon, 
She promised not to break so soon. 
With grace i had polish her frail skin, 
Fed her all chance had granted me. 
Her ground cracks and shall stable her no more,
If thee perish,curse the soil and its greedy mammoths.

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Yesterday, Now

Yesterday I sang,
Now I listen.

The violent past shaketh the skin I wear,

The race has disfigured these breathing 
spaces.

Yesterday I thought,
Now I hear,

They speak of war heroes and their budget 
share,

Riddles of politicians who feed on tales and 
implement on beings.

Yesterday I walked, 
Now I stand

Watch the war of expression, discomfort 
and discontent.

Love: a tale they knew, inherited and will 
be told.

Yesterday fires,
Now beautiful lights. 

South Africa.

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Little Orchard

Stand there tall beautiful orchard
Your green 
shine to dilate my visions
I have seen you wilt at your worst
And I have seen you ride the tide to flourish

O flourish. Wet my tongue in season
And bank my life's residuals
I share you with the ones that rent a nest
The ones that mourn the day and fly the 
night.

I will never know any more invisible hands
There are the ones that steal a gallon of 
seeds
There are birds that feeds on your fruits' 
juices
Then the ground that hugs you in 
complements

Little Orchard lay a busket on my doorsteps
For I had closely nurtured and nursed your 
buds
Feed my spirit for in you I have self 
fulfilment
In you I am proud to watch and whine 
with the guests,
'beautiful orchard it is'.

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Sin

Rescue Sin from the devil
Sin is deed and deed is good without evil
 Tame thou deed and devil blame defeat

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Crow

Why has the love gone in shreds,
A mayhem curse. 

Invited birds of the night on my pad,
A wild man's pet.

She flaunts her feathers in his sleep, 
A sacred spell on damning dreams.

Tucks her wings and flaunts her wig.
She would soon weep as she feeds,
On every piece till he bleeds
Disregard his celebrated medallion pads.

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Coin

We've all tossed a coin once for a life, 
illusions of desperation and all his kindren. 
if thee fail, tip the beggar for his spot, 
a dire space for self pity and regret. 

We passed a coin once for hope. 
Blessings we ought to inherit, 
when nature's dead and darkness prevail
We burden our thoughts with lust. 

found me fate between the sheets of life. 
die upon the coin that hold your peace, 
when all words had moved masses
they remain to haunt the time.