no to forgive

by Unknown

Nov 2011 289 Views 4 comments

no to forgive

Author: Unknown

You stole my smile,
Ashes my happiness,
Buried my soul!

Your kiss bitters my lips.
Essence of affection swells through my tongue
But salivary gravelled on my throat
How I do you, garden on my chest?
How do you plough dandy lions on my lungs?
So my breath can accumulate butterflies,
My exhalation can govern the sun.

You ruffled my happy thoughts
Ashes my ego
Buried my exuberance into a shooting star
So who do I speak for?

Your life buts peppers my intestines’
Pains persists
Your hilarious pains war drum unto my belly.
Heavy sweats rains at the stroke of midnight.
Solo night,
Elevates my comfort,
Down stairs my emotions,
Unplug my eardrum.
Solo night, I rest in pieces of wonder.
How do I paint your evil work?
You stole my smile
Ashes my happiness
Buried my soul
How do I forgive you!

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Posted: Nov 2011

About this poem:

its about my ex girlfriend. she fell pregnant while we still dating.i was writing my final exams when she told me that she is pregnant."the said part is that you are not the father, i am very sory to say this tlholelo...she said"....i felt bad but i had to hold my myself for the seek of my exams. i could not write enything about the situation for the period of six months.then latley she started calling and inboxing,(she said "you are the love of my life and i will never find someone like you, i will always love you"..she said).i loved her...my emotions were ruffled by her loving words....thats when i wrote this poem.

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marikiaTbilisi, GeorgiaNov 15, 2011

My young poet with a long happy life ahead, what you describe is just an episode which will pass, I am sorry but she will have to bear it herself, on her own. That smile of yours is still there where it was as well as your poetry, which has become part of your life:

"Poetry, a beautiful God-given form of literature,

Created to provide spiritual enrichment and pleasure,

Verse upon verse written on every aspect of life,

Tales of ease and comfort, stories of suffering and strife.

In the stillness of the night I find peace,

As well as the much sought-after release,

As I sit here contentedly at my writing desk,

My tumultuous heart finds a place of rest."

("At My Writing Desk", poet unknown)

Just carry on and be well! Many thanks for sharing this poem with us!

tlholeloOPjohannesburg, Gauteng South AfricaNov 17, 2011

you alway make my day mom. thanks for motivating. my poetry will rise with sun rays. art will nevr die in me. thamk you so much....God bless. i hope you going to edit my poetry book.

marikiaTbilisi, GeorgiaNov 17, 2011

Thanks for offering to edit your poetry. I am hopeful some day your poems will be ready for editing. By that time you will think twice before picking me and not some well-known expert as an editor. Remaining your faithful reader!