Wednesday, 2 March 2016

"I WANTED TO STAY"

Another look into your eyes, 
Calm, calmness of the skies,
amid blinks, a reflection lies,
deep, a tangled feel, love ties.

Memories, I miss you more,
kissed, goodbyes, at the door, 
I wanted to stay, loving more,
Gravity, romance on the floor.

Another look into your face,
lovely, loveliness, and grace,
amid smiles, home, my place,
my rose, my heart is the vase.

I love you honey to the skies,
I miss you honey even more,
Even if I can't see your face,
You are always in my heart.

Love Poetry Collection
"I wanted to stay"
~Andy Mwalasha






Saturday, 30 January 2016

"COME WITH ME"


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Hold my hand, come with me,              
Deep, into a world we created,

A place in between our hearts,
Where our souls once blended,

Where the Rose blossomed red,
A place the Butterfly was bred.
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Close your eyes, come with me,
Deep, into a dream we've started,

A place in between our emotions,
Where reality's painted in dreams,

Where in you, my heart is spread,
A place, tears of Love we'll shed.
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Take my heart, come with me,
Deep, into a journey meant for us,

To a place, a destiny, "Our Forever"
Where in love we shall forever live,

Where before a church, we shall wed,
A place, vows, "Love you to my death bed"
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Love Poetry Collection
"Come With Me"
~Andy Mwalasha
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Tuesday, 19 January 2016

"IN YOU, I BELIEVE"

It's so magical indeed,
when love finds you in a tear,
my heart was so cold, in need,
but you washed away the fear,
You're all i'll ever need,
Your whispers in my ear,
Oh please, Oh please, I plead!
You're all I want my Dear!

I wonder what it is,
healed my broken knees,
now i feel at ease,
Love is what it is,
Please don't ever leave,
in you I believe,
Promise me, You'll always be,
right here with me...

Lyrical Love Poetry Collection
"IN YOU, I BELIEVE"
~Andy Mwalasha

Friday, 8 January 2016

"HURT"

Walks in with a smile, out with pain,
signs with a trigger, never talks again,
Why? Why did you dry my only well?
Why? Why throw my snowman in hell?
Saved your life when i saved my bullet,
blood, printed your sins, a damn booklet!
Got hate for you but love hurts you better,
the heart's fierce, the soul's furiously bitter,
get the hell out of my head, O, a bad dream,
well not every tear is from a cry or a scream!

Love poetry collection
"Hurt"
~Andy Mwalasha




Sunday, 13 December 2015

"I MISS YOU"

My bed's boring,
pillows misbehave,
walls stand staring,
only sheets, I have.

Dark, eyelids drop,
burns, desires, you,
darklin' wishes crop,
Darling, I miss you.

Short Poetry Collection
"I Miss You"
~Andy Mwalasha








Saturday, 12 December 2015

"TRUTH"

Used to come naked, a reputation,
civilized, dresses to the occasion,
Fed with lies, aching tummy, lies,
Soul dies, wild-ed cries, fetid flies.

Killed my dream, where's the body?
Buried him? Ugh, my lifetime buddy!
being a man isn't just a massive groin,
stole, sold part of that boy, rusty coin.

Dear truth, i hate your birthday suit,
You must have had a careless mum,
I still like you, but, you aren't cute,
You make my heart beat like a drum.

You hurt, torture me, agonizing pain,
no remedy to memory, enemy to brain,
closed are my eyes, open is my mouth,
for truth's painful, that gnawing's worth!


Poetry Collection
"Truth"
~Andy Mwalasha











Saturday, 5 December 2015

"CRITICS"

I'll swallow my lemons and spit the seeds at your face,
"I'll play a role in your life", No! Give back my space!,
Probably tripped and fell, didn't consider the loose lace, 
Well life's a tough race, not everyone gets the first place.

I'll swallow my lemons, won't spit the seeds at your face,
I did it previously and you always considered it a disgrace,
It's not all about the strides, sometimes it's about the pace,
After all, life may not always be a race, it could be a chase.

Won't touch my lemons at all, well I'll just stare at your face,
Oh, never noticed, your face looks like an empty flower vase,
Supplied critics watering mine, yours grew so gross from ace,
Free yourself from those spikes, critics are a self-hitting mace.

Poetry collection
"Critics"
~Andy Mwalasha
 



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