Thursday, 25 June 2015


My description of poetry, 'Art in form of text' Please read my short poem below with tonnes of meaning. I hope you will be able to get a fair interpretation at the end of it. Thanks!


What makes wonders,

Green grass, blue skies.
Strong visions, closed eyes,
Most drown deep in sleep.
Day dreams stab daytime,
Eyeballs burnt overnight.

Shinning united stars,
This bar rocks Obama,
Lights my shells, beauty.
Hanging from my neck,
Softly bruising my chest.
A double night tonight.

Noises of ticking clocks,
Boil my liquor-full blood,
Noses of bleeding folks,
Breathe out life, in, mud,
Brain melts, night locks,
Faces of ugly truth, a dud.

My poem classics
By Andrew Mwalasha

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