[tabby title="Poem"] You still cowering from deathWorse with solitude twined as one with your breathMaking your body the swallower of unknownsMirroring a strikingly strange soul inside youKhalangaYou have shown tremors about its talesYou cuss a lot when is dark more...

[tabby title="Poem"] What if the skies are mirroring us?Within our great hallsThe jollier we are the brighter the sunPerhaps the surrounding laughter in the roomIs the blooming of flowers outsideOnly their loud is their scentThe more we exhibit our wrathThunderstorms...

[tabby title="Poem"] He's fifteen smiles and laughter;a lighthouse to the seas.A flicker of hope after,a storm swept through the trees. He tells jokes on August afternoons;eating burgers on some far off lawn.The Sunday quiet in our rooms,asleep till way past...

[tabby title="Poem"] How beautiful are spirits which whisper stories of ancient origins?When circles of fire hosted our brown and wise bodies as we sat with the silence beneath,We fell from other dimensions and built the pyramids,We swam in the Nile...

[tabby title="Poem"] A piece of me leftwhen you leftleaving mebrokenlonging, achingwith only emptiness,a void, only you could fill. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Patricia Pretorius, pen name BL Dineo, resides in Cape Town. She believes that writing is not just a creative...