Zambia Poems - Poems about Zambia

Today, this of ours, arrived. Fragile, nameless and, yet deeply adored. Nine months of anticipation and care, Culminate in this precious moment shared. The first warm rays of a mellow sunrise, Illuminate the face so pure and divine. The sweet scent...Read the rest...

My footsteps changed and there upon stood this wide ostensibly simple wooden door which laid open such that I could see the comparatively dim candle lights on the alter. With my every heart beating sound,...Read the rest...

THIS is to remember my dear old friend Memories I have, fading away I walk on this road that has no end In search of my friend, in a hopeless way. I listen to bird songs in distant lands To...Read the rest...

Through the cold night I think of the homeless bird seeking shelter under my roof There's room for the twittering avian A warm space by the ceilings Not an imposition if the night is as calm as the silver moon...Read the rest...

We are quarreling over a graveyard of great ideas Wandering under skies filled with flying political spears Ideas are rotting under the soils dug by the unscrupulous We buried our true identity and our mourning is pretentious The commoners...Read the rest...

Cookery is slavery if you don’t partake of the meal It becomes foolery if you keep settling the bill It is misery if you repeat the drill Familiarity leads to rats chilling in the grill Employment is exploitation if...Read the rest...

A garden beneath the soaring sunrise- Somewhere in nowhere Lingers on~ in no-mans' land A Majestic and glamorous scene- A master piece with a picture green- Landmarked with meadows within that nowhere- Watered with blue waters perfumed in streams of gold. Inconspicuous...Read the rest...

If I could have one tree in the garden It'd be a sculpted tree with white roses The women, Beautiful and elegant in their stature, would be the white roses that blossom earnestly. Like branches frolicking in the...Read the rest...

As the night falls from interstices of burning clouds, lumbering through the broad sky like grazing herds of sheep There comes a great forlornness through the deep forests of Zambia. Land marked by Withered Tallowwood branches, that...Read the rest...

Guilty as charged they passed on the verdict As the prisoner who had been accused of an atrocity, stood before the jury. It comprised of not more than three panel of judges. The eldest judge with white curly...Read the rest...

My courtesy name passed down through generations, I bear the marker of an outstanding exultation. Though sometimes I wonder if they were tall as I am. Board as a leader, Fierce and humble in person. Sometimes me thinks,...Read the rest...

In silence in dreams' Projections, Returning, Resuming, I thread my way through my dreams; The hurt and wounded, I pacify with a soothing hand, I sit by the restless all the dark night, Some so young, some suffer...Read the rest...

I was able to walk a mile at the age of 4 A gravel road in the night, cold with a breath of silence. Holding tight to that familiar cloth, the only trust that I wore from...Read the rest...

SEEING through the window, are clouds which move slow or maybe the dozing fellow has decided to recall of the vibrant days as he digs deep into his bag of memories Alas! He's all left...Read the rest...

IT WAS a dreary February day That melancholy walk by the park with a blue morning And a cloudless sky. Alas! I met a stray puppy, effulgent with disproportionately large blue eyes. It was fair, furry, dainty and...Read the rest...