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Best Poems Written by Yvette Lisa Ndlovu

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Pain

Drowning is excrutiating.
More so in your own blood,
Your illusions.
Slowly, I hum along to the
tune of my own death.
What else could a puppet do 
But dance?

Death is a treasure. Peaceful.
Life is torture. Unbearable.
Ashes lie where a bright flame flickered.
Violently extinguished.
Choked by a diet of untruths.

My endurance is puzzling.
Maybe i was ensnared-
Irretrievably bound.
Inevitable isn't it?
To feel the ripping of a heart
And the extermination of young emotions.

The humming ceases-
The end is near.
His pulsing palm is
where my pump rests.

The fiction" I love you,"
sometimes seems so true.
Love is pain.
Pain is not love

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The Artist

Do you remember our first kiss?
 
It`s captured eternally, on the canvas of my heart.
The oil of our pinnacle painted by Times' lasting brush.
Relived everyday, I refuse to let the moment dry.
Depicted, is day idly laying back as 
night mischievously races forward.
The enchanting hour, sunset, vivid colours.
Picturesque.

In the moment itself:
the rhythm of life slows
magic sways in the air
thud..thud..thud
moans the impatient guardian of my chest.
The itch of my desire anticipating 
the soothing massage.
The agonizing wait, your infuriating deliberation.

 Remember?

The stars appeared. Murmured. And were ignored.
Tongues tangoed. Oblivious to time.
Uncharted territory finally discovered.
Finally claimed.

Can you picture it? Our living masterpiece.

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My Attempt At Haiku

peace before a battle
taut for the trample
in the breeze petals shudder


*thanks Debbie for the revision*

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Africa - Tanka Contest

Sweet Home Eden.
Amidst widening desert.
Faint lions whisper:
"globes warming, rains rare."
Sweet Home Eden, for how long?

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The Final Letter

Dear Lover...

I struggle to gulp
the scorn you poured.
My mouth parched,
desperate for a sip of your love.
A taste of your lips.

Your engagement- an abomination.
Our relationship still floods
the plains of my memory.
Surges storming in my inner soul.
Questions bamboozle my mind.

So, your affection was a mere hoax.
I, the halloween freak?
Your tender touch, in fact a thump?
Our turgid, rose in bloom.
A flaccid, comatose weed?

I cherish our unending summertime. 
I crowned, knighted& sainted
your passion.
And you scorn me?
My Love, make no attempt to flee.
I will find you, her and your fragrant bliss.
A reeking carcass I will leave.

The pathetic yearning for the 
warmth of your suave flame,
Is dead.
And the need to draw blood,
Resides.

 ...with love, 
    
Your Real Bride.


For Dictionary fun...#1...Delilah`s words contest.

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To the Girl In the Corner :

With unmemorable face
and mediocre looks.
No catwalk. A shuffle her pace.
Unlikely to catch,with those plain  hooks.

The mirror deceives.
Glass designed to
crack esteem.
The glorified assembly line
product,
the perception of
perfection,
your adversary.

March away from the
corner
towards that door
where destiny waits
to enter.

After all, the meek shall inherit the earth.

Matthew 5:5 "Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth" - Jesus

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Message In a Bottle

Poison pulsed through
the veins of the earth.
Pumped by the Homo sapien sapiens.
A wretched species charmed
by the pleasures of evil.
With a gluttonous hunger for destruction.

In the human`s prime.
War was a natural tune 
to be danced to.
The omnipresent disco blast of a bomb.
A rhythm of hate.

Seas rose, devouring those below level.
Forests vanished leaving the world breathless.
Oceans turned into graveyards. 
The mass murderer called Oil spill. 
Beautiful rhino and elephant insecure
on an earth they called home too.  
Pursued for their precious ivory.

Africa lost her Big 5
India her tiger
China her panda.
To entertain a fickle kind- man.

Sadly...

I was human too.

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The Woman With the Muffled Voice

Unhappy, unappreciated, underestimated.
Born to be weak.
Breed to be inferior.
Cursed to be abused.
Governed by emotions.
Enslaved to the kitchen.

"This is your life,"
she was told.
The injustice hid behind
 that grotesque phantom-
CULTURE.
Centuries of rotten tradition
smothered her development.

The woman with no voice.
She screams within.
The sound jailed 
behind the bars of her lips
An inaudible plea.
Earsplitting silence.
Shrieking tranquility.

But- one day.
Her song will jail break.
The beautiful butterfly entombed 
in a soundproof cocoon,
will emerge.

The woman with the muffled voice
will transform
into the woman with a deafening roar!

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He Is Still Watching

I toss. I turn.
Winking Sleep
impervious to bags
crying out for closure.
"It`s far too crowded 
in that bed!" she says.
A presence stirs.

The presence stares.
Watching...
Waiting...
Watching.
Waiting.

He goes by many names. 
Fear is how I address him
NO!I lie-
I don`t address him at all.
He just watches.

Some nights, I don`t mind him so.
        How can I?
His the only Friend I've 
Ever known.
He watches over me,
        Doesn't he?
Pulls my timid strings
so ventures beyond the edges
of the Continent Conservatism 
I will never dream of.
He is a Friend.
        Right?

Maybe, one night:
I`ll sever the cords Tradition 
lashing a fragile back.
Send Fear packing.
Courage will be 
my new bed mate.

Will Sleep finally come to me?

Until then, he will be-
Watching...
Waiting...
Watching.
Waiting.

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Whiteness

Chains tightly bound
Around my Spirit.
Hopelessness echoed
Sounding doom in my ears.
Fight, faith broken.
The Sea of Anguish
Had engulfed,
canopied& enveloped.
Then I looked to the Sky.

My gleam of Hope
Who nightly strokes
The sorrowful world.
Her soothing light
Ceaselessly shifting form.
Eternally 
illuminating a path
For the Lost.

Unlike her blinding cousin, The Sun,
who scorches& scalds.
The Moon tenderly kisses
The face of the Earth.
Unlike the orange-red glare,
signaling misfortune.
White light glows,
promising a New Dawn.

Look out your window!
Look out your window!
Get a glimpse,
she is Full
maybe Half
tomorrow quarter.
Get touched,
the crescents heightening Whiteness.
Her untainted Purity.