Raynolds Moseamedi Poet I do not know?

The ephemeral girl

She--- a demon 
She--- a witch
She--- must be torched,
Thought--- the women,
For she,
Their men bewitched
Loving what has no heart-
To love back,
She, comes still
Taking what she can, taking, until--
She has met the devil's hand--
The change of seasons came too early...


A smell of a unique summer flower
Dying in the season of winter
She crippled her tone
Begging the season for kindness
As she sat watching old shows
Craving moments of only-God-knows
If she went outside, the wolves would howl
And hate once more would siren through
If not solitude then who else
To name a companion,
Summer and her temperates, 
dried the final leaf 
Withered to dust, gone, 
When the wind filled the shadows.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Beata Agustin February 20, 2025 at 1:43 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed day. Raynolds Moseamedi August 17, 2025 at 8:27 AM Thank you so much for that. that i keep with me...