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»Mother Sun!«

by Shriyans Reddy Yendreddy, Nov 18, 2019

The Sun is a star / The Sun is a star / Who doesn’t pare / Its last remaining child / Which easily gets mild / Living in the fear / Back in the rear / The cold Neptune / With Triton as her moon / We can’t see unless we zoom / Until then let us assume… / / The Sun is a star / Who cries from afar / For her child… read more »


by Dean Martin Charles Harper, Oct 14, 2019

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


by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Oct 1, 2019

The soul that captured my essence / has vanished before my eyes. / Liquor seems to remedy the mind / to block memories that I solely cherish. / The heart seems to beat slower, while / cold and hollow. I have been burning / yes, I have been burning it is such a burden. / This flame on my chest, has no… read more »

»Dear GOD«

by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Oct 1, 2019

I stare at the walls while depression / eats away my soul. / Dark times reveal people who / add more darkness than light. / Atheists have shown me the path / to heaven while Christians have been / showing me more of the devil. / / Dear GOD would you please take a second / and hear me out. If I scream… read more »


by Brendon Tawanda Takarinda, Oct 1, 2019

The memories that we share are / simply beautiful. / The agony of you not being close / hurts me. / it is her I love. / it is her I love. / Your touch kept me safe / from a bitter and lonely world. / Daydreaming about holding your hand / in the sunflower fields. God I cannot bear / this pain. / / I love HER… 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 »