Friday, 23 October 2015


O, exalt her Majesty,
thou shall forever reign,
royal throne, love, modesty,
crown of my heart, shine, rain.

Thou own my ribs, stole my heart,
a sip of my own blood, red for love,
engulfed in love, your body's the art,
Long live my Queen, beauty of a dove!

Love Poetry Collection
"Her Majesty"
-Andrew Mwalasha

Friday, 16 October 2015


Crystal clear pure rain drops,
elegantly on foreheads splashed,
diamonds embedded in your eyes,
honey viscously dripping off your lips.

Molten gold, beneath your skin,
your hotness won't allow it solidify,
deep in your eyes, a different galaxy,
an alien force draws me closer to you.

Clouds are crying, moon's jealous,
stars grow playful shooting the skies,
alien ships crushing before us tonight,
night drops dead silent, our lips interlock!

Love Poetry Collection
"Diamonds in the rain"
-Andrew Mwalasha

Thursday, 15 October 2015


Before you came,
a sky full of fears,
O, larva-hot tears,
hearts, won't claim.

Before you came,
my life, fell apart,
Love, the lost part,
skull full of blame.

Before you came,
a butterfly, no rose,
played with my toes,
nights, did the same.

But then you came,
scented, lovely rose,
and the butterfly rose,
Lizzie was your name.

Love Poem Collection
"Before you came"
-Andrew Mwalasha

Wednesday, 14 October 2015


If i were to choose,
my life or your love,
irrefutably, your love,
if love fades, life blues!

Webbed in my poetry,
love and ink- run veins,
heart caged, all in chains,
precious, far from jewelry!

Galloping horse, hot sand,
groomed my fur, my oasis,
your love, healed my crisis,
Oh, true love, in you, i found!

Love Poetry Collection
"I Found It In You!"
-Andrew Mwalasha.

Monday, 12 October 2015


Dear lad, the head you would toss,
pain's sad, damn, sorry for the loss,
heavy start, the end, oh deadly gross,
grounded flat, the weight of your cross. 

Dirty score, tripped, broke your arm,
by the store, couldn't use that firearm, 
eyes all sore, it ends, served your term,
one-man war, bullets, the end's a storm!

Poem Collection
"Dear Lad"
-Andrew Mwalasha


Gone are the days that you'd rest your head on my chest and smell the scent of my ripe goosebumps, those days that I would lose count o...