Blessings Mitembo Time Poems

  • 1.
    Tears of blood fall from my broken heart
    I never thought we would be apart

    When you held me you said "forever"
  • 2.
    Here alone it makes me feel bad.
    Mostly when i keep thinking about the plans we had, sad.
    My heart is broken, no craft maker would even fix it.
    Am devastated,
  • 3.
    Someone pass by and drive this person away from me,
    May you please stop; you are hurting me,
    Are you mad that you forgetting am the source of those breezes that warms your body at night?
    During the summer time!
  • 4.
    He didn’t pen it with his own hands,
    Your lord did inspire it.
    By involving forty writers.
    He made a fishermen loose the shore site,
  • 5.
    it has been more than five decades since we got our liberial government!
    We have come so far as a nation,
    But there is still a long way to go.
    I can see the future is bright but somehow my vision is blurry.
  • 6.
    There is a party at the bar,
    Life is too short.
    Only people with tall ideas cope with it.
    Yes i have a course outline with an assignment on it.
  • 7.
    I remember the first time i saw her.
    Those brown eyes, beautiful nose and smile.
    She caught my attention,
    Quickly, something inside me wanted to talk to her.
Total 7 Time Poems by Blessings Mitembo

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