By
Kumbirai Kupfavira
Reparation-Impairment
When you envied me
You saw it that I become your own
You nourished me
With all that a new born would want
You flourished me and made my arrival
Not a revelry but a merriment
You admired me and all came for advice
On how you conceived such beauty
A beauty which is not descriptive
Which words and actions fail?
I was your own and you were my protector
You daubed me
You hosed me
You nourished me
My master, who was my friend
For a period and then became
One who neglected me
One who became ignorant
I am the one who shelters you
I am the one who protects you
What did one do to be treated as such
I am that housed you
I am disappointed with how
You have ignored me
How you have blamed
Someone else
For not taking care of me
Whilst you busied making extra on the side
Lost ones
Are they forgotten?
Are they even lost?
Was it my verdict?
Was I forced?
Did I want too, or it was…
That which I wanted society
To look at me with the view of an angel
That soul which never saw the light of life
Was I saving or was I killing
Did I help myself or I created a wound
That which today is ever hurting
That which is ever sore and with tears
The pain which I have caused
Not only myself
But the lost ones
Are they even lost before they were found?
That which I halted that life
Which could have brought change in me, you and us
The lost ones
In that which a nation
Has been cheated with that tomorrow
Imagine you being the lost one
A generation betrayed, a generation slayed
The lost ones
Rare Species
We rejoiced as He came to us as a blessing
Little did we know that twas a flower which will wither soon
The will of the Lord was done
But we magnify His name
For the time we shared
A rare diamond God put in our hands
Furnished with all essences and love
But God loved Him more
We proclaim this earthly wonder in God’s righteous kingdom
Let your will be done
Kudakwashe our Angel
A RARE SPECIES SILENCED
Lord Shading
When I came to be
I was innocent and pure
A saint glowing in His Blood
His love shaded my hate
His peace shaded my war
His innocence shaded my guilt
Lord Shading
He did it from when I was unknown
His love has exceeded that I have said to be
He embraces me past my wrongs
He calls my name even at my darkest hour
He smiles and anoints me even if I have wronged
He sees past my sins
He acknowledges me as His child
His pure shining star
Lord Shading is His ultimate Love for me
Lord Shading will never come to cease
It lives until the day I meet my Father
He has given, taken and comforted me
His shading is my shadow
He protects me always
Lord Shading
Flying Without Wings
The thought of you brings a smile on my face
I glow when I dream of you
I hurt when I miss you
I have never known you to be like this
But am flying without wings
My heart desires your affection dearly
You entice me, with your words
You are a Blessing, Flower of my domain
If words would say. I would have failed to express it
I long for that day the day I would cry nomore
I fly without wings because you make me…
…You breathe in me like a mother,
I smile, I cry, I love, I…
But am flying without wings
Every kiss, every touch…
The waters run dry
It is you
My knight and shining armour
I love but…..
Am flying without wings.
Pain of holding on, The Power of letting go
It’s what that has made me
To be that which mourns
Because the grieve
Not easily forgotten but
Is still fresh in me
My joy which was
Will always be in him
That nurtured me
To know the true
Meaning of being myself
In this, that seems to be ever changing
Full of pain and sorrow
The memories of the Love
I have and will also treasure
Will I ever be that?
That appreciates and loves
Never to compare
But embrace and live in that moment
Is there power in letting go?
The pain of holding on
Is what has made
To be me in this present
He Gave His Own
An only son given to us
To cleanse our sins
Only He could do such for a race
Not only of His but….
For others who were to come
His Love overshadowed everything
If He gave His only
Why should I be bitter?
He knows why, but I will not yet understand
I thank both for loving me
And being my sanctuary
God’s love is so pure
It never chooses
It embraces and loves
He gave His own
To save mine
Took His own
To save me
He Gave His Own
For me
Seasons
In which we cultivate, plant and harvest
In which we mourn, rejoice and triumph
In which we copulate and conceive
In which we enroll, study and graduate
In which we see envy and admire
Is this what make us, groom us
To be that in which, inspiration
Is derived from
In which when you see my beautiful figure
You so much engrossed with admiration
In which I have maintained, because it’s
In the season in which when I
Think deep and look back
It’s not only but deja vu
A season…
In which we cultivate, plant and harvest
In which we mourn, rejoice and triumph
In which we copulate and conceive
In which we enroll, study and graduate
In which we see, envy and admire
It blossoms and withers
But through love and faithfulness
Seasons come and go
But that mark they leave
Is what, we cherish
Compliment the seasons
In which …..
….seasons….
My Agony
This is what has
Taken me a stride
To be what I has set me
To be able to put
The thoughts
Which I think are mine
Which some relate to
Some which assume is a pain
Which can be buffed away
A pain which is what
Drives now
My everyday passion
A pain which is not pain
But what has become a part of my being
A life which has now an auxiliary to me
A phase which I recall
Wish it could be someone else
But to whom if I am to choose
My pain is not chosen
My pain fell on me
It was inevitable
My love is my pain
The pain which sees my attitude
Which has groomed
My belief
My pain befell on me
My pain will it ever go
Good work Kumby keep writting I love your poems.
Touching poems thumbs up to you?????? keep it up
Sorry It's supposed to be thumbs up not question mark
Nice poems