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Best Poems Written by Paris Thulare

Below are the all-time best Paris Thulare poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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I Was a Fool

by Parizo

You chose me  in crowd 
You came like a scout 
Back when they called me a clown
You upgraded my moods
And all my flaws were blur  

You picked in the dark 
And showed me the light 
You brought me all hope
And I began to cope
You made me proud
I never even cared about my background

When I expected you to show me love
You told me it was a time to leave
A time to leave and follow your dreams
Maybe you had it all planned 
You got all my feelings on the plate 
And  left them burning in flames
 
I had plans for us two you know 
But then ,out of nowhere you vanished 
you reaped me and me feel like I was loved 
My neighbors knew you
Family heard about it too
It hurts I have to lie when they are asking about you
I wish I never met you

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Corona: De Covid

what have we done that which led us to thee?
What have we done that brought this monster to flee ?
Lord ! Is this what you said decades ago ?
Is this how you end the world with pablo?

This is like the nightmare of winter night ,
With fear raging like An acid in a test ,
The existance of Homo is about to end .
Here is covid  the 19 ,unleashed in it's nest .
Dear lord!  protect us from this curse.

The "never thought" is now a headline in the blog of the present .
The unthinkable is now scaring the lives of us ,the mankind .
There is nowhere to run ,
We are about to become the slaves at our own houses.
Help us lord ,
Save our world .

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No Love Left

By Parizo Van Thulare 

Too much feelings that I've invented 
Too much much of my time that I spent 
Loving the wrong 
Hoping for the best 

I've Sacrificed with all I had 
Telling myself I would be enough 
Thinking some days I will sing those of Ralph 
Unaware I was polishing a dynamite
That which fell on my phalanges 
That which put my soul in paralysis

Yet here I am on the west 
With no tear to shed 
No feeling to share 
My heart is in square shape
No beats ,I feel no change 
No ticks , quite as the orphanage

I fell but my feelings won't catch me 
I tried but love won't let me 
Sometimes I'm bored 
Not for  long I abort 

How am i going to live with such an empty heart ?
How long will it take my scars to heal ?
I feel no love anymore 
So down  ,all of me is lost

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I Am a Black Child

By Parizo Van Thulare 

I am a black child 
I'm not ashamed of the things I do 
I eat porridge when I wake up 
I know nothing about beacons 
They muss with my stomach
They once veered me into a clown
I rather cling to brown maize and eggs
They have created a brave man I am 
I know nothing about first class life 
I know everything about rolling a dice 
A nice life allures too many worries
Life with a dice creates strategies 
I will never conceal because I am black 
I will always thrive till this life ends

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Brothers For Life

By Parizo Van Thulare 

In this world i live in 
I have you to keep .
Out of these souls I've met 
You still the one standing still.

When life punched me on the face 
You were the one standing with a first aid 
And after all this time 
You still the one by my side 

My brother ,my blood
We still fighting life from left to right 
With one love by our side 

They code of my Dad's pride 
The last of my Mom's prime 
The only Gift i have in life 
The only soul  i love for life 
I can kill for you 
And I'm willing to die for you

Even if means reaping off my skin 
I'm down with such sacrifice As long you still breath 
Then my soul is at peace 

Never leave me at war 
Lean on me , i will be your greatest wall
 I made an oath and will leave by it 
I chose to be your shepherd by all means 

Bothers' love 
Sponsored by blessings from above 
Inspired by true life

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My Beautiful Africa

By Parizo Van Thulare 

I was born endless miles from the town 
Where tales are told about the king in his crown 
Where plates are treated same glass
So fragile respect is of the erything
So beautiful My land is stunning 

I speak in languages of types 
Pepperd with traditions 
And dishes of all kinds 
African made with  the greatest taste 
African grilled with inspiring  tales

Where I come from mountains sing the sweetest
Rivers play the romance 
The Baobabs are cutiest 
It is the land of its own kind 

My Africa ,my quest 
I come far away from the mountains of Drankesnberg
They Roar with beauty .
Near Lies the tunnel of Straitjdom Lepelle flows peacefully 
Full of acquatics living blissfully 

The words it sings 
speak for the trees 
It breezes the fume of sighs 
With a flavor of purple ice 
Down to Mapunghubjwe I rise 

My Africa , my best 
The history of the greatest is unleashed 
It calls upon the genius to come and aphrend 
It calls upon the future to come and learn 

My Africa ,my pride 
I haven't done yet 
Get something to write 
Still I 'm here to rhyme.

Talk about the bothers of Kruger 
Worldwide are known 
 Worldwide they are shown 

The falls of Victoria
The Valleys of Zambezi 
The desert of Kalahari 
Lobola or mahadi 
This is my Africa

See the cars in colors pouring 
See nations in rainbows queuing
To see only the biggest 
 To witness the wrestlemania of the nature 
Ohh! what a wonderful adventure 

My Africa is my biome 
The land of dreams and hopes
All thanks to the almighty for such  smashing home
I'm so proud to be an African 
I'm so down with my heritage

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The Invention of a Village Life

by Parizo Van Thulare

I was born endless miles from the town 
I was raised to wear a crown 
I may look shy in a crowd 
But i was born to survive in these dark clouds 

Criticism makes me bold 
Unlike protons i know how to settle even when it is cold 
I know what a struggle is 
I know how to be independent means 

They say i was raised from a dull background
Some say i grew driving copper wired cars around 
But that created the person i am today 
It was preparing my heart to face such life 

I am a village boy
The invention of a village life 
Thee innovation to the future life  
I am a village boy
I'm not scared to tell stories of how i was raised 

Words have come from the other side 
Saying  i have a soul of a kite 
They say i don't know how to hike  
They forget i raised in a cave 
I do know how to climb 
Thats why i always thrive 

These scars on my face 
They do tell many tales
The battles i fought with my enemies 
And the path I've travelled to this moment

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Pain

Pain is art .
The emotions it takes apart.
Pain is the inspiration  
an anemy to happiness but filled with acclimation 

Pain is the thief ,that comes between couples too ,
So is family at the hands of a tycoon .
Pain is fairless ,yet painful.
Pain is lifeless ,and dauntful .
It came in the lives of my fore ones whilst feasting and west ,
Grabbed each by the legs and left them mumbling the worst .
It is what made you sob ,
And yet strong .

Pain has left you and I parentless,
So are the faces you see helpless .
Pain is the enemy ,
The he who comes not knocking ,
While you are the edge of seventh heaven .
He is not scared ,but can surely turn you a Raiven 

I am Me and I'm the poet 
I am the paper ophan 
I am the letters ,bold 
Inspired ,streched up from grieve
And I am the victim of pain

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You Are

You are the rain in my summer days
The electrifying blanket in my winter may
The she who i so crave to buy a plane
And fly deeper in the heavens core

Life with you its an open book
Too proud to share
Too sweet to mend
Happiness occupies the margins
"Laughter and true love" is the heading 
What we have is a tale with no ending 

Let me make a solemn
That which i here by do swear not to let it slip
That which I'm so willing to keep
Now,Then,Forever 
I will always love you like no other

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This Is Now

By Parizo Van Thulare 

Now you realize life after matric is not child's play 
Now you realize nobody chose to stay 
Now you see the reasons beyond the grinding 

Being independent is not as easy as you thought 
Bieng a tangent  is not as easy as you were taught 
Here we do practicals 
No theory is of existence 

When the genius dance above the law
We are the first suspects
When Romeo breaks Juliet 
We are the first to be given names

It's a race of mankind versus patience 
A war between money and love 
A match between fame and success 
Only few get to choose 
The majority get to loose 

What you have been told then 
Becomes addition to points of Cardinal 
That one which  we poke 
When there is still hope 
The one that we poke 
When we become broke

Wishing  time was an R line 
So we change gears and it displays reverse lights 
So we all jump in and go back to life 
Back when we knew nothing about worries 
When we were just babies in napkins

Dreams become reality in television 
In real life they don't exist  
Welcome to my world 
Here we fight only for survival