Submissions by wanangwe (Wanangwe Muchika)

My poem has pigeonholed me
now am all alone this winter
my pen probably thinks I am dead
for she went away with all my papers
now am left as poet who can only boast of old poems

words went with her
so did the imagery
structure
stanzas, rhymes and punctuation

now am left heartbroken
devoid of inspiration
since our cosy late night sessions are no more
She drained my ink dry


but I refuse to give up
I’ll survive to write again
another poem will find me
she won’t be as selfish
leaving me...

There's a maelstrom in my head, so much I want to say but haven't organized anything coherent, let alone paragraphs.

There's a genuineness about you that springs eternal.
It's such an intrigue  how you live your life and live your truths.
You are such a marvel, mysterious, awesome, indescribably beautiful.

I luxuriate in your wisdom.

Leah,  I love to hear you talk.
Truly. Like how  peanut butter spreads  over warm toast. Melting and mashing up together to create something delicious. I don't know where I am heading with this imagery.
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It’s no wonder that there are sonnets and songs,
Poems that have been written all day long,
About beauty,grace and what a thing it is to behold.

It’s no wonder that in the same way I write this to you,
Not Shakespeare, not a sonnet,
But a way to let you know that I can never forget ,
The echo of your angelic voice as you sing,
Nor the ripple of that sweet sound that stirs the heavens.

It’s no wonder dear Nkatha,
That you are a woman of virtue,
A friend to many,
A refuge, a safe harbor for many a broken spirit,
It’s no wonder that in...

You are beautiful in the quietest of ways;
it clutches grace in your seams.
You are ancient beauty,timeless,endless..
Your skin looks like manna,rare and perfect.
Your footprints surely taste like church bells
to the church to the ground,long,certain and holy.
There are mint chocolate bubbles strewn underneath your tongue.
You are both amen and hello.
Forget your pain
Forget your bad hair days,think about me and recklessly, cold-bloodedly, wholeheartedly I can love you.
My favorite song would be the feel of your fingers against my skin.
A timeless...