I was born February 6th 1988. I am at present a student at the university of Johannesburg studying towards a diploma in mechanical engineering. I started writing in 2004, during my grade 11 year at Southview High School in lenasia, south of Johannesburg. And like most writers I have been struggling to get funds to publish my work, so I turned to the internet. My written work includes poems and ... more »
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Raymond Magabe Poems
We were open
We were intimate in our conversations Where metaphors were built by a hundred words. We shared the absence of our pasts And treasured the gift in each others presence.
What We Are
you were supposed to be my 'amigo para siempre' my food for the soul, beat for the heart, thought for the head,
When the city sleeps
When the city sleeps The streets have conversations about who left And who stayed, they whisper themselves into existence With the shuffling sound of sliding paper on tar surfaces.
A Love Like Ours
In our facebook pages we should have our relationship Status set to be complicated. For a love like ours is too divine For human minds to define.
Do I Ever Cross Your Mind
Simple star shines of sweet summer skies Are the only similes most suiting for smiles such as yours, For diamonds and dining halls never possessed a beauty so pure.
Like black strokes of robust Lightning strikes, Across wet sheets of dead leaves Mounted like clouds on the amazons floor,
Mama Found Her Peace
Mama’s soul swayed when she went away, She swayed in the gentle winds up into heaven. Like the smog of ghetto winter nights Hovering in between sheets of natural clouds,
Wars At Home
Battlefields are drawn within kitchen walls, And bedroom draws have become ring side bells. Mom’s heart is no longer melted
Corner Like My Heart
At this corner of the earth I sit and wonder what she smiles to now, What tickles her fancies? Does she still like being kissed on the neck right by the ear?
Starving Eyes and Loving Arms
these four walls conversed with our dreams to unite the genes in our blood streams in the cold nights and short days
To our Mother In Resting
Your care will forever be missed. Your endless attempts to teach and The love you gave to whoever was within reach.
A Voice In The Wall
Walls never keep quiet, if you listen closely You will hear them speak when you are not listening. These walls know more than we can ever imagine.
I forgot the words to our song When I was falling out of love with you. That melodic pentameter lost tune And the serene faded from within its rhythm
Father And Son
We play hide and go seek When I’m the one who needs to be found. I have done the hiding all my life I pray he be the one to find me.
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We were open
We were intimate in our conversations
Where metaphors were built by a hundred words.
We shared the absence of our pasts
And treasured the gift in each others presence.
We confided in each others confines and found passage ways
In the secrete corners of our hearts were no one ever goes.
We made paper plains with pages from our diaries
Of painful memories when the rhyme in our words dried out.
We were intimate beyond arms reach
With the four walls bearing witness to the weaknesses on display.
We made sense when the coldness of the night creped-up