My Love

by Paul Gondwe   May 5, 2012


I look at you and i cry
My Love, you have been raped
and abused but no one
hears your cries

For so long I have watched them
kill you slowly all in the name
of development and living lavishly

You were beautiful before,
your skin was all so green covered
with roses and your rivers and lakes
flowed freely with a scent of life

Your breath was a relief, your sight
a delight
oh My Love, what happened to you?

I looked away for just a moment
and I find you have been torn apart,
left with scars that will never heal

What am I to do?
Let me whisk you away to a land
where it will be just you and I

Lets make sweet love and give
birth to more Kilimanjaros
Oh My Love, how I wish it were that easy

I will fight for you,
even if its the last thing i do,
I will make sure you are not abused any more

This is my first nature poem. I think i suck at them but i still tried.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Summer Skye

    That... Is.... Just..... Amazing :D, its really nice and i like it alot :33

  • 11 years ago

    by Matthew Anthony

    Very well done sir... shows true emotion for our beautiful land!

  • 11 years ago

    by East Poetry

    A poem writin for nature herself, her beauty and your desire to protect her. It was a great nature piece, give yourself more credit my friend.

  • 11 years ago

    by Mello193

    This is my first nature poem. I think i suck at them but i still tried. Props to you for trying!!! and i dont think you suck as well...
    I liked the duality of this poem, horticulture/ a woman. wonderful concept! however the way you worded each line was horrible. like half of one line was above where it should be. made it terribly hard to read and fully understand. however most of this poem was amazing. id give it a solid 90 outta 100.

  • 11 years ago

    by Lofallenve

    As a lover of nature and a hater of cities, I adored this poem. I admit I feel the same as what you had written here. <3 So beautiful, one of my favorites. :)

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