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Best Poems Written by Lezel Van Den Berg

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Uncharted

Uncharted

You trickled your way into the fold of my heart 
and every day went deeper since
toeing through uncharted waters
nosing to my core.
You’ve brought light to the darkest part of me
the sun have never seen,
with no more than an unarmed smile
you explore my tempestuous waters
unabashed;
uncovering a little piece of me
each time more.

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Fugitives

A downpour behind her eyes; 
sparkling at me she stood as witness to the affliction I divide.
A breeze interjected between us, 
clinging to her dress
picking up every strand of hair fighting to have it free and I stood helpless; 
lost in a momentary haze transported to days gone by,
marked by child like giggles emerging from a broken smile.
“She always did have the saddest eyes”;   I remember thinking, before I crumbled to my knees.
“Run away with me” – I begged.

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Night Life

Nightlife

I have a little secret,
Kept.
I have nothing. I cannot keep.
Bound by four walls.
Messy hair. Dirty sheets,
bright lips in dark corners.
I have little a secret.

"trick or treat"?

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Fatal Attraction

Brushing strands of hair gently off my shoulder
with fiery blue eyes,        
as are his.
Drawn in I lay scarlet;
- pleased by the tongue in his cheek.

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Fairytale

Hear me.
 My words,
 with ink tell the tale
of a lady and her lord.
See me.
My pen,
miming their accord.
The laughter; soundlessly
R i n g i n g     
in your ears.
The merry heartbreak
spilling golden champagne;
T e a r s.
Cries of passion
dancing across the floor
chandeliered to the moment
within our first embrace.

The horses depart, printing across my floor.
They carry him from me.
Belle of the ball draped on a chair
I startle from my dream.

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Sweet Oleander

Dressed up toes to head
from the curtain view of my backyard
to the scattered clothing at my bed.

Your sweet embrace lurks, out to get me.

Snakes crawling up from the dirt,
they stretch menacingly towards me, holding on until it hurts.

Your leathery fingers stroke me, always closer to home
stabbing daggers into my fleshy palms.

Sweet Oleander,
down turned smiles, bleeding hearts;
We adorn your handsome arms.

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Innocent Caroline

My favorite day would be summertime,
wandering through our back yard 
dressed in the finest lace 
daddy’s princess smelling of freshly picked lavender
swaying with the trees, Sweet Caroline.

Morning brings with it the fragrant pine,
before the sun could lift me
I would think about the day’s events
packed to the rafter
an early walk would serve me, I smile.

I’d rise to sunshine,
peering through the corner of my curtains
fanning gently onto my face
 the promise of a hot sultry day
to entertain, Daddy’s little Caroline.
	
The ladies gathered at breakfast time,
elegantly dressed they frame 
cupcakes and finger tarts
on display while batting their colourful eyes
signalling the time at nine.

My face feels flushed,
looking across the hall way mirror
I notice a few errand strands
locking into my eyes,
I stand to smooth them and capture the roomy hush.

I regret not having the wine,
Every eye in the room
darts towards me as if called
to observe the hasty move,
the first signs of a crush, for sweet Caroline.


Handsome men stand aligned,
matches made and missed
they brood together
as much as I try to distance
they lean closer
smelling of soap and sandalwood, All in their prime.

The umbrella in my hand a shrine,
calling to every man in town
for proposal,
daddy’s invitations to wed
rocking sweet Caroline.

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Desire

His eyes gleam
smiling ever slightly apart,
worming closer
I feel an ache build in my heart.

I long to feel his fingers on me
 I trace mine across his chest,
burning to kiss his lips
I plant mine over his.

Aflame with old desire 
I cover my unrest.

A moan escapes 
hurling me to the ground
face to face,
hand on hand
anxiously I lie bound.

his breath is gentle,
painting a cloud of peace,
buried under his beating chest lies a sleeping beast.

Hungry for affection, 
wanton with desire,
I wait up
for daylight to attire.

Warm and magnetic,
a growl rips from his teeth
scarlet up for his display
a banquet at his feet.

The butterflies come a flutter
waking from repress,
into the night with their gleaming eyes
leaving un-addressed.

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A Photograph

Blue eyes,
laughing,
 hands;
unkindly the memories pile together.
Severs of the heart shied away
kissing at their enclosure.

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A Loss

I cannot remember what first made my heart beat for you,
I do not want to feel it anymore,
I cannot remember how we first came to meet, 
I miss those encounters. 
Above all;
what does reflect
every moment since then;
I still wait for you to call.