Tuesday, 31 May 2016


Your honour, I dumped her body in the woods,
I wanted her decent  photos, but sent me nudes,
Oh wait! Go tell the judge I made no such crime,
I made that up for my silly little poem to rhyme!

“I Wanted It To Rhyme”
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Monday, 30 May 2016


I don’t want to stay here anymore,
I want to run to a place I might  know,
This place only gets me sad and sore,
Goodbye! I just walked out the door! 

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Sunday, 29 May 2016


Give me a pen, and a kiss,
I'll paint you, in words, ink,
Take me to the river, Miss,
My throat dies for a drink.

Take more of that, or this,
Souls together, we'll sync,
Give all, or out we'll miss,
Both eyes, wink, or blink.

Your love's pure, no hiss,
You are still what I think,
Whom the heart will miss,
On whose lips I will sink. 

"A Pen And A Kiss"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


First, didn't fit,
Grown out size,
With hands, feet,
Crawled out wise,
Kiss out my name,
Out the lips it came.

"Kiss Out"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Am the bull she rides down town,
Tail raised, swings her back down,
She rides, stripping off her crown,
Nose ring so strained, horns blown,
My name is her most favorite noun,
Created a smile out of a little frown,
Cut skin, In my blood she'd drown,
Between my hooves, pinned down!

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Saturday, 28 May 2016


I close my eyes more often,
The texture of rich darkness,
Softly rubs against my eyelids,
That feeling absorbs me so deep,
Deep down to a place I truly heart,
A lane I love taking my walks on,
"Memory lane, in Memory town",
Where I meet the boy that I once was,
The innocence in his little wide eyes,
The hopes and the dreams he has,  
Admiring him, I want him back,
He waves at me, I smile back, 
Little guy, don't ever grow up,
Life is lethal and poisonous,
For your clean, little soul,
The world will poison it!
But, it was far too late!

Memory Lane
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Go for the ripe ones,
Or wait for the green ones,
To ripen.

Waste the night away,
Or spend it chasing the prey,
In your dreams.

Kill for your meals,
Or starve from your thrills,
And die helpless.

Walk! Wear out your heels,
Or ride, thread out your wheels,
It's all about choices!

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


My pillow is a cold thrill,
Gives not, not of your feel,
Lonely, emptiness I'd feel,
It's exactly what you'd fill,
Starving, my soulful meal,
Pain, your kiss would heal, 
It's my medication, my pill,
We'll be together, hold still, 
I believe Darling, soon we'll.

"We'll Be Together"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


From miles away,
Our hearts call,
Our souls fall,
Our spirits crawl, 
Our minds pall,
Our bodies stall,
We feel small, 
But beyond all,
We live us each day,
Loving in every way. 

"From Miles Away"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Why do we have to be puppets,
Blindly dancing to others' fingers?
Bodies, allowed as devil's linens,
Why are we taking all that filth?
Life, almost an impossible puzzle,
People have died, trying to solve,
Given to us, yet belongs not to us,
God created us in His own image,
Then, allowed us, in our own image,
To create the people we want to be!

"In Our Own Image"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Thursday, 26 May 2016


Not everyone will like or love,
Who you are, or what you are,
You weren't meant for everyone,
Not everyone was meant for you,
Change not an inch of your body,
For the standing motive of attracting,
Not even of your behavior and spirit,
Betray not the person you're, to fit in,
For somewhere on the Earth's surface,
Someone wants exactly who you are,
And, would die for what you have,
Find them, or let them find you,
If that's onerous, find patience,
To ultimately wait for them,
For there no greater loss,
Than placing your soul,
Your spirit and heart,
On the wrong hands.

"Betray Not Thy Self"

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Wearing my skin, if I still look fake,
Self-betrayal’s a plot, this is the fate,
Man, I won’t go back to that old me,
The past is the enemy that owes me,
Keep walking son, said my old man,
Engines running, just like my old van,
Damn, life is a hell of a crazy woman,
Makes love then poisons away the fun.

"Random Words"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


Their bodies had different tongues,
Their eyes made interpretations:

‘Touch me from my deepest emotions,
Take my hands to the skin am shy to,
Hold me like I was falling off a cliff,
Kiss me. Suck me out of my own body,
Crave for every last drop of my saliva,
Open my sweat pores with your glare,
Make me feel small and terrified tonight,
Yet enough to ensconce desires, my knight!’

“Different Tongues”
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Wednesday, 25 May 2016


He sang,
"Dear lord,
When I die, and get to heaven,
Let me bring along my Angel,
Make for us a bed full of roses,
For I had promised her eternity."

She sang,
"Oh Dear,
When I die, maybe go to hell,
Roasting between devil's horns,
Let me bring along my demon,
For he's my cure and my remedy."

And they sang,
"Dear Love,
When we die, our bodies rot away,
Whether we go to heaven, or to hell,
Together, our souls will always stay,
Through eternity, we are inseparable!"

"They Sang"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Tuesday, 24 May 2016


Strangled by the life-long guilt imparted,
Tears and fears were a staircase to misery,
On the walls of the heart hanged artwork,
Paintings of the cries and sleepless nights.

Merciable were the eyes, peaceful sparks,
Wobbly ladder, fell over, spilled the stars,
The green on the other side was a mirage,
Can't re-read that chapter, I flipped a page.

"The Chapter"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Monday, 23 May 2016


Your lips weren't the only things calling,
When your smile joined in, I was falling,
Falling for you, falling in love with you,
A whisper, 'Come forth, let me love you.'

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Sunday, 22 May 2016


We were two rivers,
Rippled our waters,
Raced down valleys,
Threaded mountains,
Fought the sun's rays,
Embraced the moon's,
Washed over the rocks,
Survived all water falls!

Then, made a union at the oceans,
Our rivers would share the waters,
Wind gently made shallow ripples,
Diluted the sea salt to suit our tastes,
We killed the waves, at the shores,
Sang along, the sky's rhythmic blues,
Once upon a dream were two rivers,
Flowed together, united, ruled oceans!

"Two Rivers"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Saturday, 21 May 2016


The rainbow has only seven colors,
Yet paints the sky, serene elegance,
A rose pricks with the thorns it has,
Then heals with its sweet fragrance.

Like the rainbow, the little you have,
May be, all that you will ever have,
And yet, all that you will ever need,
To breathe life, into what you need.

Like the rose, the good aids the bad,
Find ways to be happy, don't be sad,
Thorns remind, struggle to the petals,
Petals wrap the happiness one holds.

"Rainbows And Roses"
~Andy Mwalasha

Thursday, 19 May 2016


You are nothing but pure love to me,
And yet everything about love to me,
The cloud that shields from the sun,
For you, my dad is proud of his son.

Mum says you have a heart like hers,
Little bro thinks you're from the stars,
To the world we're one of its wonders,
To us it's out of our love what one does.

"You Are Love"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


That much light, in your eyeballs,
That much height, on your walls.

Late nights we fight, on all our calls,
Always alright, but with tear falls.

What's that? My face you won't look at,
What made us blunt? We used to cut!

Well, now you love more of your cat,
I hate it's stares at me, like am a rat!

I wonder what I never did, or even gave,
Made promises to love you to my grave.

When I said to you "I love you my Dove", 
An empty stare was all that you gave!

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Wednesday, 18 May 2016


The twig danced, 
to the melodies of the wind,

undressed, dropped its leaves, 
down to the ground,

gave itself all up, 
all for believing in the bound,

The wind fled, 
the twig broke, it was clowned.

"The Twig"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

Tuesday, 17 May 2016


A tale,
told by a man,
a boy's nightmare.

The start,
makes the end.
The warrior,
makes the knight.

Out of the ordinary,
Reflections tell a fairy,
Mirror calls.

What's treated right, 
Never would have left,
Early birds are lucky,
Late worms are too!

"Late Worms"
~Andy Mwalasha

Sunday, 15 May 2016


Was it for your gain, or my pain,
that I laid myself on your hand,
It was for the shine and the rain,
then washed me ashore like sand.

You broke the chain just to slain,
lips on me, skin would deep stain,
left my lane, my rail and my train,
fertile soil, you, the spoiled grain!

"Spoiled Grain"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


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