Spotlighting Pan-African Poetry

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R.I.P

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Life is but a brief moment of uncertainties

A Turmoil in the form of flesh, an unreprimanded entity

It gives birth to a joyful heart that touches lives and changes destiny.

A candle full of love, that burns in storms and can’t be contained.

Whose Character cannot be tarnished by death nor explained

Death is but a thief in a moment of serenity

It knows neither colour nor age; it is a no respecter of ethnicity

An unchewable grief, that is distasteful to the mouth

It raises raging seas of emotions to friends, families and spouse

Neither peace nor anger will mend our broken hearts.

So instead we say:

R.I.P

You lived and loved

And now in God’s hands we intrust your life

Deza Magqabi

Featured Poem:

Gravity be still

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Life flashes, the devil dances
As she thrust her body to the wind, leaping from a 10 story building
In reach of her scorned heart splattered all over the concrete ground

Gravity be still.

He promised me everlasting Love, So I opened my thighs and he built his home in my womb,
planted his seed, breaking the seal that protected my vulnerability.

He promised me everlasting Love So I gave him the keys to the realm of my heart,
And like a thief, he took with no remorse, stole my pride and self-esteem
I even gave up church for Him.

He promised me everlasting love so, I dropped out of school,
I had a man whose pockets were as deep as the bank, Man this guy was cool

Mother cried and begged, so I packed my bags for in my mind I knew better than her

He promised me everlasting love

A baby on my back, hungry and weak and a diaper full of crap,
No job, no qualification
A Positive HIV status is what got me addicted to crack

How can Life be so cruel?

Standing on the roof top looking down, I saw a reflection of myself
I tried to reach out but the wind carried me,
My heart cried out for help,
in hope that he’d catch me as I fell.

My spirit broke from the flesh and it was free
Until Hell opened up and swallowed it in.

Gravity be still

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Biography

Deza is a 26 year old South African male, who has been in love with poetry since his formative years.

Deza Magqabi

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Biography

Deza is a 26 year old South African male, who has been in love with poetry since his formative years.

R.I.P

Enlarge poem

Life is but a brief moment of uncertainties

A Turmoil in the form of flesh, an unreprimanded entity

It gives birth to a joyful heart that touches lives and changes destiny.

A candle full of love, that burns in storms and can’t be contained.

Whose Character cannot be tarnished by death nor explained

Death is but a thief in a moment of serenity

It knows neither colour nor age; it is a no respecter of ethnicity

An unchewable grief, that is distasteful to the mouth

It raises raging seas of emotions to friends, families and spouse

Neither peace nor anger will mend our broken hearts.

So instead we say:

R.I.P

You lived and loved

And now in God’s hands we intrust your life

Featured Poem:

Gravity be still

Enlarge poem

Life flashes, the devil dances
As she thrust her body to the wind, leaping from a 10 story building
In reach of her scorned heart splattered all over the concrete ground

Gravity be still.

He promised me everlasting Love, So I opened my thighs and he built his home in my womb,
planted his seed, breaking the seal that protected my vulnerability.

He promised me everlasting Love So I gave him the keys to the realm of my heart,
And like a thief, he took with no remorse, stole my pride and self-esteem
I even gave up church for Him.

He promised me everlasting love so, I dropped out of school,
I had a man whose pockets were as deep as the bank, Man this guy was cool

Mother cried and begged, so I packed my bags for in my mind I knew better than her

He promised me everlasting love

A baby on my back, hungry and weak and a diaper full of crap,
No job, no qualification
A Positive HIV status is what got me addicted to crack

How can Life be so cruel?

Standing on the roof top looking down, I saw a reflection of myself
I tried to reach out but the wind carried me,
My heart cried out for help,
in hope that he’d catch me as I fell.

My spirit broke from the flesh and it was free
Until Hell opened up and swallowed it in.

Gravity be still

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

R.I.P

Enlarge poem

Life is but a brief moment of uncertainties

A Turmoil in the form of flesh, an unreprimanded entity

It gives birth to a joyful heart that touches lives and changes destiny.

A candle full of love, that burns in storms and can’t be contained.

Whose Character cannot be tarnished by death nor explained

Death is but a thief in a moment of serenity

It knows neither colour nor age; it is a no respecter of ethnicity

An unchewable grief, that is distasteful to the mouth

It raises raging seas of emotions to friends, families and spouse

Neither peace nor anger will mend our broken hearts.

So instead we say:

R.I.P

You lived and loved

And now in God’s hands we intrust your life

Comments

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