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by Dean Martin Charles Harper, Oct 14, 2019

Do not be afraid / before dawn uncouples the night / the bright … read more »

»Just my Imagination (Running away)«

by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Aug 29, 2019

Her beauty is alluring when she walks by. / Her smile is noticeable miles away, while / gracefully walking in her stride. / My sole wish is to adore her. / I guess it is imagination / running away with me. / / I ask the heavens to make fate play / its part. I want her to be mine. / To hold her hands in… read more »


by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Aug 28, 2019

The words you wrote simply / reveal beauty that comes with / time. Stanzas filled with / knowledge that entrenches the soul. / Every word and every poem you / wrote is a g… read more »

»The bear«

by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Aug 13, 2019

Hunting and scavenging the land, / with its paw the landscape is being / re-written. Paving its own path, growling / in anticipation of any threats. / It harnesses the energy of / mother nature as it travels and / grows. Each step, each breathe, / each victory it grows. / / This poem is dedicated to my… read more »


by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Aug 13, 2019

The mirror tends to be / the harshest critique. / Self-love feelings towards / myself with a hint of doubt / make me feel hideous in my / own skin. / Comparisons with others / make me wish to be another / human being. / Forgetting that all my scars, / trauma and defects were intricately / placed by the… read more »


by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Aug 13, 2019

The flower of beauty. / Rare in its shape and color. / Daffodils are adorable. / Roses are cliche. / Lilies are vanity. / The hydra… read more »

»Black Love«

by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Aug 6, 2019

The gift from the gods, the / power of melanin cosmic connections. / The simple Ubuntu greetings and sharing of / happiness in good times, and societies / holding hands with those who are mourning / is love in its purest form. Black love has fought / many wars, some victories and some wars lost. / But… read more »


by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Aug 6, 2019

Silent pain creeps through the / chest. Anxiety is a sweet symphony / that plays in the background. Tears / that tend to serenade a broken soul. / Bitterness tha… read more »


by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Aug 6, 2019

My body is with you, my spirit is not. / Floating, hoping to touch and feel the heavens. / The cosmos grant me the wish to s… read more »


by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Aug 1, 2019

Hatred and love seem to be similar. / We seem to cherish our scars and neglect / the happy moments. The silver lining / between the actions of our loved ones and / our e… read more »