Best Johannesburg Poems

South Africa is inundated with a problem
Kidnapping, baffled with an emblem

Months passed and devastation still lasts
In the minds and bodies of the casts...

Prayers can help
All...

Read more of this work...

From my window pane,
i behold your soulful presence.
I whose gaze is gripping,
whose passion has known 
the melancholy of nature` s  splendor.

There` s no brilliance...

Read more of this work...

SAD Seasonally Affective Disorder

Some are prone to depression in winter when days get shorter when
less light enters the brain through the eyes and thoughts become...

Read more of this work...

Rainbow Nation

Blanca is white like beautiful snow in the Drakensberg Mountains
              ...

Read more of this work...

Free Verse

I live not far from humankind the cradle that is of
what and where we are all coming from Johannesburg
so they say and going to...

Read more of this work...

I was due any day, had put on weight,
At an alarming rate,
But when I mentioned to my gynae.,
That my babies kicks were oh so tiny,
Not...

Read more of this work...

At the station Paton stares at me from the train bound for Johannesburg
He leaves a note to remember to mop up where the roof leaks
This...

Read more of this work...

(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)



Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of...

Read more of this work...

The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor...

Read more of this work...

Mark Hurlin Shelton is a Poet from Cape Town South Africa, born in October 1967. He was raised by his grandparents in Three Anchor Bay,...

Read more of this work...

Unopposed Oxymoron

This poem is light as a heavy contradicting complement
and rhymes with no correspondence of sound sharp at
the cutting horizon’s edge of melting confusing fission

Serious...

Read more of this work...

Flowers of peace are now magnificently blossoming
In the gardens of the battlefields of Khartoum and Kinshasa.
And roses of tranquillity and order slowly blooming 
In the...

Read more of this work...

The clocks upon the wall are stopped,
they haven’t worked for years.
It could be any time in Tokyo, 
in London, Paris or New York.

It’s late, and...

Read more of this work...

In 1934,
The Big Drum of goodwill
Reeled out pleasant rhythms
To the people of the City of Aluu.
Unto us, a child is given;
Unto us, a warrior is...

Read more of this work...

FNB Stadium, Johannesburg, on Tuesday, December 10


A tear silently crawled down my cheek
As eulogies fall and despair rise to the peak.
I see the crowd, the...

Read more of this work...