Painted Red is a freestyle Sonnet written with no particular Metre or rhyme scheme. It is indeed a verse to express oneself:
Bruises on my heart
I triumph in dispute with my soul;
My conscience ridicules me-
Mostly am fighting against I.
My smile is an agenda of agony,
My laughter is a curve of
"Next will Be You" is a short Poem written by Brian Mwansa. Its a simple couplet written in aabb rhyme style with a very angry tone.
Next Will Be You
Suffering seems so sweet and good if somebody comes to your rescue
The woman is the cause though I know not how they
Crazy & Confused
Yes crazy and confused
My pure heart abused
Yet am not fused
Salivating sweet stupidity
Am I pushing against gravity?
Pressure pressing my chest cavity
What a blunder in reality
Equate this not to stupidity.
She calls me daddy
Her lips my candy
A day and am addicted to her, buddy!
I can't think, she can't study
----Everyone was gatheredAnd it was a day at school to be remembered.The last assembly of all time it wasAnd on that day, Dan Would be exposedThe plot started with BerzentAnd then, every other classmate present.She had brought a bottleful of Munkoyo with "additives"Which later made everyone who took a sip
I Lost My Own is a short Poem by Brian Mwansa.
In this Piece of art, he relates the pain we go through when when we physically lose the people we love so much to death. Further, He talks about the hypocrisy behind Politics, Betrayal of friendship, Hygiene and more. Read
Dear new day, let me welcome your arrival
dear new day, im really depending on you for survival
Dear new day, have you come as a friend or my rival?
Dear new day, your presence here has already gone viral!
People are saying with you is coming a difference and hope
That i should make
I heard there is something uncool
Which is actually untrue
People say you are a wincher;
That you seek pleasure, any horny man’s quencher…..
A gold and fortune searcher;
Companion to the blessers and a semen rencher!
But I don’t want to judge u, coz am only a researcher
And I could tell from the
A day is coming, a day all we pretend not to care about
And death is silently coming with it, to take you out
Am not hoping, but I am certain, the time will come
When the music will play silent, except for the reapers hum
Oh, my heart beats in discard
And of terror
Shud I write my mind a bit so as to introduce myself?
Or shud I just watch nd stare lyk de books on shelf?
which z which?
I knw u cnt figure-
That I luv poetry nd every part of it is a great idea.
let de dogs back
At everythin dat seems sinister in de
Since 2008 I have been aired and they can’t touch meSince 2008 I fell sick for my patience so nothing can rush meSince 2008, Hey my family been making some noise so your hate can hush meSince 2008 I chose my fate, graduated to these streets so love can’t