by Mashewa Nthele You left I became a poet, I abused words and ink, I molested the alphabet. I plummeted into inky waters and pages, To repair my broken parts, See I painted Monalissas. With words, little and big, Some of love, Some of rage. IRead More »
by Ninja Clown I love laying all squished up into you My face melting into yours Rivers of sweat along the valleys of skin Between where you end And where I begin I love laying in the heaviness of your exhales Steaming over me like fresh morning fog Taking overRead More »
by Messenjah I am 119 years of age, and one day away from my last birthday So this is an invite to help blow my last candle away I write this for you I write this to you Right now as I write I try to make things right,Read More »
Spoken word poetry has taken Zambia by storm and the recognition of poetry as a talent has seen a number of artists to take it up as a full-time occupation. Poetry is important to a nation as it not only entertains but also promotes critical thinking, reduces illiteracy, cultivates theRead More »
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