Who is Musa Mukelwa Simelane

musa mukelwa simelane was born in 1990,hes a swazi, raised from the dusty streets of kashewula,his love for poetry began at a tender age,he had won accolades,and is currently for nominations,hes an aspiring writer,spoken word,poet. his poems are very therapeutic ...
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Musa Mukelwa Simelane Poems

  • I Miss You
    millions of fights I've recorded with you,
    Deep bruises that still bleeds even today,
    Echoes of harmful words that corroded my sensitivity,
    Cold nights,with rough blowing tongues, ...
  • Please Forgive Me
    If I would accidentally knock on your door,
    Would your eyes recognize me,
    Would your lips remember the stories they used to share when we kiss,
    Would your body remember the taste of my hands, ...
  • The Regrets Of A Broken Womam
    If only I had avoided you,
    If only I was like all the other girls who brag about their jewels,
    If only I was blind on that day,
    If only I never went to town that day, ...
  • Bitter Life
    I had been harvesting sorrowful tears,
    Peeling unripe fruits to bury their seeds,
    Preparing for a better future,yet now my future is decorated with complaining tears.
  • Hear My Tears
    With all the wrinkles of my struggles,
    With all the bruises of my hustles,
    With all tears shed on dead-beds,
    With all the hope that became a grave, ...
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Thought 2 Live 2 I Love You 1 Swim 1 Laugh 1 Judge 1 Queue 1 Voyage 1 Skin 1 Fight 1

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SK Magagula: I like reading your poems my brother, you are blessing me
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John Bunyan Poem
Upon The Sun's Reflection Upon The Clouds In A Fair Morning
 by John Bunyan

Look yonder, ah! methinks mine eyes do see
Clouds edged with silver, as fine garments be;
They look as if they saw that golden face
That makes black clouds most beautiful with grace.
Unto the saints' sweet incense, or their prayer,
These smoky curdled clouds I do compare.
For as these clouds seem edged, or laced with gold,
Their prayers return with blessings manifold.

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