I have no hope
My world is gone
The life we shared
Is all but done
I have no words
My tears are dried
All that we knew
Is crucified
Category poetry
Vuvuzela
I felt the distance in my heart
The year my son turned seven
And my daughter became four
When so many countries united
To blast their sounding vuvuzelas
While the teams ran onto the field –
Running onto the land of my birth
With sadness, I watched from afar
Words
Words flow from my heart
Like water from an open tap
And as they flow they smooth
The stones, continually massaging
Into pebbles so fine, I don’t want
The tap of words to close in on me
For without my words, where would my
Relief be found then?
My Son
I am so proud of my son
I am proud of the man he is growing up to become
I am proud of the respect he has when speaking to his mum
For his strength of character
And his words of wisdom
I love him –
My son, my firstborn, my prince
Love Sonnet
My heart I ever grant to thee
From now until the end of time
Our lives ever twined shall be
Beating in perfect orchestral rhyme
I promise to hold thee in my arms
And kiss away thy daily cares
Away from any earthly charms
Precious vows answer all my prayers
And when we leave for a distant land-
That glimpse into eternity
We will venture forth hand in hand
For ever in holy matrimony
I thank thee for being at my side
My love will always be thy bride
Inspired by Another Voice:
https://tokillamimingbird.wordpress.com/2015/02/10/a-sonnet-for-jasmine/
Betrayal
You had my heart
Held in your hands
My life was yours to share
But what happened next
Cuts through my soul
Deep scars I cannot bare
We have to part, go on our way
Our separate lives to live-
All that’s left is my despair
Just a Girl
I can climb mountains
I can swim seas
I can work and I can
Earn, I can be
Independent, and need
No-one at all, but when
The day is done
I am just a girl
Needing to be loved
By a boy like you
Being Alone
I know
I will never hear your voice again
I know it is over, the love we shared
I wish it wasn’t so, I wish we could
Claim that moment back
Of loving and being
Of sharing and caring
But the feeling has passed
I need to be alone
Letter from my Mother
When I was eighteen
My mother wrote a letter
Telling me how we don’t always
Say the things we want to say
But how everyday I made her feel
So very proud to be called my mother
Walking Away
I wish I loved you
And that we could build
Our lives together
But the love I felt
Has vanished in the wind
Carried away as though it
Weighed nothing at all, having
No value, I want to mould
My heart to be in tune with
Yours, my mind says go
I will be with you, but
My heart yells no-
I wish you peace, I wish you the
Life you could never have, I wish
You the love you would never feel
If I was by your side
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