Poetik Flavor is the first and currently the only group blog in Africa that features poetry that will be used for charity. It is an initiative by a group of Ugandan youth to raise funds for the disadvantaged in their communitites.
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this just came to me. uncut, unedited version.lemmi try to read the scribbles in my note book.enjoy...smilekissbreath, you, in...musky, woody, scentbreath, you, in...i find heaven between your neck and shouldertrickling down the arc of my backblowing through the folds of my ear lobesweathot airin that orderthe wetness, let it
Mr. ManMr. LoverMr. Man who i would marryWho's babies i wouldGladlyCarryAgain and again and again and againThe way you would ride meThe way i would ride you...Moments i think aboutEverytime i'm with another brotherWho may seem similarWhose touch is familiarBut doesn't quite meet your criteriaEverytime...I think of anotherThe way
I heard my name been echoed in the distant past, I was being called backAnd though I seemed to be walking forward, my feet kept going on back.My body resisted from heading forward, my heart fought the war even though my mind told me to look at the future.The
She dances her whole life through.The sound of life is like a jazz orchestra...No matter where the melody goes,she follows through.Light on her feet, she spins round and round...she mends the broken earth with her healing feet.It seems so perfect, she seems so perfect.I call her the silent contemporary
I left traces of my happy memories, hopin that you would pick them up,Only to salvage those that bring a smile onto your face and divulge all the pain inside.For I see it in your eyes, that which you try so damn hard to hide, only to lie to
yield (verb)to give up; to surrenderhe carries a yield sign that only my heart can see.in my sleep, he comes to memy over-eagerness,continually contributes to my consistent insomniaheas on pilloweyes closed shutbreathing slowed downHe is mine.the love is taintedbut it is love neverthelessHe is minei awakeHe is gone.leaving me
Still thoughts in silence.Questions flow stronger than ocean currents.If I could cut a piece of my skin,Toss it into the open sky,Would dark thunder clouds tell the colour of my skin?Beat indigenous rhythms of song and dance onto the earth.Produce sounds that tell stories of the unknown past.If I
He kissed me goodbye,my life along.Holding my dripping heart in his handsDripping red from the blood of my heart,Give up he said,Love is not worth it,you are better off without itWith tears in my eyes,I grabbed it back,bruised and batterdIt lay in my handsFor i would rather feel hurt,than
In the school i was,There lived two treesLovers of their lives,and each otherThey caressed their leaves,in the courtship dance of the wind.Leaning to each, and yet,too shy to talkthe language of lovePulled together by attraction,too strong to resist.The wind , conspirator to their love.Pushing for their branches to touch,First
There they stood in the most appealing essenceLik mere cats basking in the sun, they conveyed presence of regal poise.They wore suits of all kinds; alluding to their gallant nature and sense of style.The smell of their opulent cigars left me enticed to their saccharine Spanish tongues.I could smell
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