The Poetry Marathon

i must leave little brother,

i have run my race and i have touched the hearts and souls whom which God sent me to,

but i leave you with this touch of wisdom,

it was never meant to be YOLO,

least the entire world would turn into sodom,

yes, you’ve one life,

live it right,

little brother pay attention,

i won’t see 16 but i pray you will,

you’ve got light in you,

shine it bright,

climb a mountain if you have to,

because they deserve to see,

hey Kudzi, life’s hard without you,

4th or 5th year since you departed,

the first i felt a bit retarded.

like a door with no key,

the lost key,

you left and so did my locksmith,

yea,

i lose a lot of keys(chuckles),

i reflect back to the days our parents would shout at both of us for being to mischevious,

to rowdy,

cuz you left me and the world felt crowded

stuffy,

thanks for seeing the light in me,

when noone else did.

love you cuz

-Ropa

She was perfect,

And i drowned,

I couldn’t swim,

In my mind i could see that she,

Was the best thing to ever happen to happen to me but as soon as i moved close enough to say hi,

I choked

She was perfection,

Yes bro a take one didn’t go well,

Take two in progression,

Taking steps to go talk to the girl at the other side of the shop,

I felt like a military strategist, the way i walked, hoping this time,

This time i talk,

Two metres and approaching my target,

A bright faced woman, it looks like her mom appears from nowhere,

She was perfection

I could have, should have said hi,

At least wave,

But i compassed myself half circle strong footed out of the store,

I could have, should have,

She would have been mine, hopefully

-Ropa

Ever get that one tear from nowhere,

Exposing all your fears,

From the deepest depths,

They reappear

Ready,

To finish the job they started,

Trying to attract sadness to haunt you,

Anxiety to taunt you,

And depression,

Gives you a 4 foot cord called suicide,

Your memory will live to haunt others too

~Ropa

Her eyes rewind the hands of time,
In her mind she would plot the demise,
All men in sight,
Because of one man who destroyed her pride,
Her eyes could rewind the hands of time,
She became their muse,
Strived to be worshipped,
Whilst hurting and breaking all those who worshipped,
Her eyes could rewind the hands of time,
Pushing for perfection in the art of breaking,
She was never at peace with herself,
Haunted by the failure to forgive the one that broke her,
In her mind he tarnished her beauty in truth no scar was there to prove,
In conclusion she was extremely petty,
Because she got broken by overthinking and blamed it on the one that was with her,
Her eyes could turn back the hands of time,
She hurt those who wanted to love her,
Killed emotions of all those who cared for her,
Her eyes could turn back the hands of time,
~Ropa

1. Hello I’m Ropa(Male individual)

Used to be a bitter love poet who focused on heartbreak only. Now I’d like to think of myself as a life poet. Depicting visuals of life events with vivid colours.

Call me a painter with a plethora of colours, unfortunately most of the world is blind, they fail to pick up the aesthetics in my art. But the very few, you few. You’re blessed with the gift of complete sight

Nice to meet you