Poetry

I know I’m hopelessly in love;the issue is, it’s all your fault.I thought I’d let you know,but I’m unable to do so by default. It all began when I saw you.You’re still unaware of my existence,so why would I be the one you want to pursue,especially, between us, there is the distance? Though my odds

I’VE LOST MYSELF I looked in the mirrorand saw someone who wasn’t me;I was pale,my eyes were lifeless,and my wrists were too frail.I always concealed while my eyes glistened with tears. When I glanced in the mirror,I saw the one you built.Now that I’ve realized I’ve lost myself,I can’t locate traces of myself,I can’t see

BOYS Boys poem. BOYS Boys are not mean,neither are they cowardbut of bold concept,willing to sacrificefor others’ well-being. They create,They disciple,They admonish,They hate injustice,They liberate,They love to be loved,They’re born with genuine inventions,They deserve better,They’re not a waste,neither a bunch of idiots,NO! Never they are. Creativity is their dignity,in their hormones,all creatures are bornand life

VANHU VANOVHUNDUKA KA “Vanhu Vanovhunduka ka” acrostic poem. The words by the late Robert G Mugabe mean people can panic. He was talking about money that is losing value in banks through inflation. V A N H U V A N O V H U N D U K A K A V et and

A drug addiction poem. ADDICTED I smoked to look cool.Now I’m addicted.I dated to fit inHIV’s made a home in me.I saw poetry as a platform to release pain.Yet it increased it day by day.Now I’m a Word Addict.A meaningless Voiceless Poet.Where is joy when I need it most?Where is love when I need it

“It’s In Church” poem. It’s only in churchYou’ll find a pastor talking,Negatively of those in the barBut you’ll never find a drunk person,Talking about a hypocritical Pastor in a bar It’s in churchWhere the stolen taxes,Are remitted to help the poorIs it helping or stealingIt’s no longer safe in those churches It’s in the churchYou

“Single” poem. Behind my smile is a broken heart, behind my laugh I’m falling apart. Behind my eyes are tears at night, behind my body is a soul trying to fight. ©️Kelvin Jasi, 2021

“Fate” poem I tried to be “normal.”I tried to like the people I was supposed to like.Tried to imagine the future I was meant to live.I tried so hard.I realized I had two choices;Conform and slowly strangle myself.Or shatter the mold and let others slowly strangle me.Either way I was going to die. ALL RIGHTS

‘JOURNEY WITH A STRANGER” poem. Driving on the mountainous road,I looked at the rear mirror of my car,Noticing a girl with some luggage,Standing at a distance far.So I put the gear in reverse & reached to her,When she greeted me with an alluring smile,And what filled me with awe was her beauty,Leaving me hypnotized for