www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Love Triangle]I have long felt like a third wheel
In a concealed tricycle of love
I guess I was just a support heel
So they wouldn’t fall from above
I invested in a risky venture of love
The unforeseen unprofitable loss came my way
I guess I lost all the shares to her cupid dove
My closed business left me fey
With a heart break in the morning
I learned to play safe beside the love fire
Lest I find myself again mourning
….and quenched love desire
Written by: Aobakwe Obza Elvis Motshubi Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
Pink ocean of love times There I live above the thoughts of impossibilities Striving to lay firm hold of the mellow wind which brought us together Drowning my fears and growing my boldness As I savor that aura of love which dots the selfless atmosphere Pink ocean of love times…
She… Was innocent Untapped her bosom was So inviting that he craved for her innocence Lust for what lies beneath the oversize gown But fear, that he’d defile her before the nuptial day Was strong enough to hold him back He… Was naïve Unused his manhood was So reserved that…
Basically, poetry is the most abused genre of literature. Maybe, this is because there are more lazy writers in this generation than there ever was. Everyone seems to be distracted by the unfurling events that flash a little quicker than flash fiction would tarry to carry. I wish that poets…
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