Who is Raynolds (poeticrae) Moseamedi

A poet who was introduced to poetry at a young age then later delved into new forms of expressive poetry such as dark poetry, poetry of emotions or poetry of the dead, i also find haikus and limericks interesting and fun to write but my entire, i mean almost all of my poems are just free verse and simple lyric poetry really and love to improve my writing skills the order of it, improve in other forms as well, poetry is beautiful like any other language poetry is an entire universe. ...
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  • My Poetry
    I have always wondered
    The thing that keeps my entirety whole
    Something i once plundered
    Shattered and yet never left me alone. ...
  • The Garden
    Just beyond the ten willows
    Where the birds sing without fear of men
    lies a beautiful enchantment
    Behind my house there is a garden....
  • A Start
    There is a distant whisper
    A distant relative, a script, a monument
    She speaks to me
    When the moon dances above our heads. ...
  • Untitled Mourning
    Dark white clouds over the mountains
    No drop of rain or a bit of morning sunlight
    The youth in slumber by the beautiful fountains
    The due or morning droplets reflecting sight. ...
  • Sad Fantasy
    Come along with me
    And the songs and memories
    We can sing through our quest
    Lost souls singing in the trees ...
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Regret 2 Pretty 1 Chaos 1 Gaze 1 Body 1 Floor 1 Open 1 Suppose 1 Talk 1 Language 1


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John Keats Poem
Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko
 by John Keats

Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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