Love you always
Aunty Nat

Author: Mofedile”MR-DENZO”NTILANE

Author: Mofedile”MR-DENZO”NTILANE

Believe it or not, my life ends with this poem
Every word, is my flesh and your understanding my bone
I write this poem for you to read,
hopefully you'll understand the reason my pen bleeds
Maybe I'll pass-out as I'm writting this
Casualty on duty like a crook
Death gives me dirty looks
For only God judge me – I'm an open book
To whomever finds this note
I beg you to quote
That I took my life without a gun,a rope
Poison not even a slit throat
I simply picked my pen……
And wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote

Author: XBS Pupuma

I am drenched in this black water from the dam of empty hearts.
Rinse my skin with your tears of joy.
I live in hope and belief that for once we've met so we should meet again in a while,
and that day will be blessed for that I would heal and mend my soul with your smile.

I am but pleased you are gone, gone with the wind into the  skies.
Only I know how you will land, that land I despair the most, that land of gold
so old and bold sends cold shivers down my spine.
Keep your heart veiled with love because I will let mine bleed on your name.
So please stay true to the game, come back and wipe the lame off my face,
and put a new taste in my mouth.

Be brave young man so I tell myself, climb out of that grave of sorrow,
and pave the way for tomorrow until this crave for your touch is conquered.
Until your palm touches the skin of my heart and brings calm to this chaotic heart of juvenile emotions.
When you eventually bless me with your presence this feeling will blast off like volcanic larva,
and spill on your cheeks in tears that only you can see.
Grace this place and mind your pace as you take your place in my heart.

So this is what you feel when you love,
this is what you feel when the love goes,
this that you feel is sad but dont feel bad this love will be back,
and you will continue on the same track, the track that leads to the mountains of joy.
The track that leads to Mount Everlasting, leaving the pack behind.
So this that is gone is already here, so don't be sad be glad.
This that I feel so sadly is love and this love is for you.
My heart is healed and the sorrow is killed, the future is to be lived.
                              
                                                                                                     Xanti.

Author: XBS Pupuma

Kwekhu, ndomelezeni madoda ndihlasele.
Nal' ixhalanga lothando livel' iphango phambi kwam.
Nal' ikroti lixhaph' umhlabelo lizomelezile.
Nak' uzothile edubul' okwenkang' entwasahlobo.
Ndivike ngenxeba sele undigqibezela.
Bambelela Gqobansi mfondini kuthand' ukuthambeka.
Nak' ugweb' ixhala enikezela ngochulumanco.
Nazi ingelosi zezulu zibumbene kulomphefumlo.
Gcina intliziyo yam esifubeni sakho.
Khunubembe, sadan' isono ligwetyiw' uvalo, thina siceb' ingqaka.
Uthethil' uJotela zingachithw' intente.
Ndikholiwe okwam kufana nokubhaliweyo.
Esam isiphetho sakugqitywa nguwe.
Ndondle ngamehlo akho ndixole.
Ndegram – iyho.
                                                                             Xanti

Author: Duvenhage

Maar  stilte is nou onkeerbaar
Daar is soveel stemme om my
Klinkende, hol geluide
Konsonante, leeg met wat eens beloftes was
Ek is opgesuig in die stilte
Ek sluk en stik en rek my nek
maar niks
Dit loop net in en vul my longe op
ek kan nie skree nie, ek kan nie roep nie,
ek kan net bid en bid en bid
en hoop

Stilte is alleen
Stilte sê ek is oud, te oud vir my vel
Stilte maak my ondankbaar
Stilte maak my bang

Hoe word my woorde ingesluk
deur iets wat geen geluid maak nie
Hoor my, HOOR MY
Asseblief

Author: Elkan

A verdade nunca é dita verdadeiramente mas, em bocados soluços que se transformam em mentiras!
Adivinhas, sentimentos ocultos misturados com prazer entregues a infelicidade do tempo e do momento.
     Um sentimento colocado em marcha ré…(se for para a frente sempre, irá para trás)…quem o traz seria, ou menos será um ser feito de lágrimas de desavanco.  A famosa viagem ao passado, por onde tudo começou é como dito, talvez deverá se considerar como realidade, mais uma das várias duas e três que nunca cessaram totalmente a sua existência.

Despertam muitos quando o sino toca, os poucos se recusam a concordar com a realidade teste afixada diante de sí mesmo!
      O tempo insiste para que a realidade de muitos se reflicta mas, quem, o que sera que tornará as rodas estreitas, o que fará a vida como parceira do tempo para separar o silêncio da inequidade do tempo que fora por outra congelada pela falta de consideração, tanta acção para nada, só para ganhar razão, então?

Por Elkan Paruque

Author: XBS Pupuma

With you around I see the sky with stars, I see the moon in full,
I see your sparkling eyes looking down onto your beautiful smile.
My soul melts from that irresistable gaze.
My eyes are blinded by the blaze from the flames of your passion.
Mission accomplished, I am blessed with your presence at mind,
Oh you are so kind.
Pound for pound, you come out top from the crowd.
Oh let me not say it so loud as this breeze might just blow it away before your feet are found.
Yes, this that you have is mine.
My feelings are cast and I am peeling the past,
let this that you have be the last.

Author: Elkan

By Elkan P.

Author: N.L Ntshangase

Across my head, past my ears, over my shoulders
the cold.. cold wind blew as I sat and watched
the land drift away and a  new life would begin.

Taken away from my beloved country . I ,
I am a brother to those with two left hands.
Sitting and facing backwards in a raft, my ears
fall deaf to the tone of their voices, but hands idle
to their call. Im tied up to a solid post.

Over waters, in the sea to which my life line extends
to snap from the motherland of many who pride their
graves for having fallen in fought of that beloved land.

Taken away from my beloved country. I, I ..I used
to be a man. A man to that, that knew my place in a
home. Sitting and facing backwards in a raft, my left
leg had broken, my crutch inaccessable. The pain was
excruciating.

Under the spell of daze in pain, I zoned to delusional thoughts
of the yet to be seen land of the pail. I couln't set foot.

Taken away from my beloved country. I, ..I, ….I
was a father.
Sitting and facing backwards in a cannoe. Helplessly
before my very eyes, I sew my world crumble, watched
my flesh get ripped apart.

In pain, I was killed………

Author: Kgaugelo Moshweu Maesela