Echoes of Drumbeat Poets

Echoes of Drumbeat Poets This page embraces all forms of art be it poetry ,music , dancing , theatre you name it .

Date: 2025/04/17Title: Adrift a storm of despair.Lost in life's turbulent currents and shrouded in dark hue .My mind is...
18/04/2025

Date: 2025/04/17

Title: Adrift a storm of despair.

Lost in life's turbulent currents
and shrouded in dark hue .
My mind is aloft howling agitated clouds as
waves of challenges capsize my line of thinking ,
the storm is true .

Clinging with one finger to shattered dreams,
dreams devoid of
purpose but thrives
with glimmer.

Thunderbolts roar as my ship of life wanders aimlessly
in the haze mist
Lightning shocks lurking deep inside my veins ,
all the will is lost in the midst.

The rumble and echoe of waves so dire
my zeal retreats into cocoon.
In the rear of a glimmering mist ,
a curvature of colored streaks draws a lifeline with shades of beauty .
Of a rainbow 🌈 sitting on faraway mountains , making a mockery of my sapless body adrift .

What would be spoken of my life ,
a fragile vessel lost
in the tempest of a furious storm .
all hope is lost to shame and the spirit is mazed .

By Tichafa Muzuva
@ echoes of drumbeat

Date: 2024/03/09Title: Sinews of vengeance I have trodden this path alone , with stains of redand shades of black .Reel...
06/10/2024

Date: 2024/03/09

Title: Sinews of vengeance

I have trodden this path alone , with stains of red
and shades of black .
Reeling in wrath and eyes burning with fires of vengeance , mighty to contain.

Who is this betrayed ? Stabbed in the back
It is me , as i
slide and glide in an anger balloon ,ready to explode .
Reign of terror all agog with brute aggression
I choose to reprimand myself in a mental dungeon
All to see your body bleed like a stuck hog .
And your body and soul toil with constant anguish .
In my wrath i redeem what happiness ,
you stole from me .
So all the stars and moon will be mine
to confer.

By Tichafa Muzuva
of drumbeat .

05/10/2024

Date: 2024/03/09

Title: ...Bitterness...

When memories choose to thrive in my heart ,
bitterness casts a shadow so dark and distractive ,
Amplifying to an exploding head sydrome .
A simple discusion , emotions storms up to a tornado .
I hate it when , with contempt i relive my past ,
a past so grey with omitted objectives .

My introspection a blame game so gloomy , i retract into a cocoon , depressed .
I live in the past and moving on is a jinx
As i glide on yestertide where dreams shatter and zeal Suffers a partial death .
Monologue is a shadow dancing alongside me ,i think aloud .
Sinking so deep in the doldrums of bitternes ,
my life is stuck in comatose .

Grant me a heart balm to forget and forgive .
Moonbeams to give sparkle and splendor to my life
Usher me ooh angels of redemption to the other side of life where euphoria and bliss reigns forevermore .

By Tichafa Muzuva @ Echoes of drumbeat .

05/10/2024

Date: 2024/09/23

Title:
A little sleep , A little slumber .

In lazy haze my dreams retreat and
I forget ,
the task that wait , the deadlines
to be met .
The world outside moves fast
When i linger ,
in bed , where camfort is my only finger .
As my ears dances to fluffy wispers of temptation, " rest a while "

But when i wake ,the day is in
Its twilight .
With it , are gone chances that will never be known .
Regret creeps in , like a thief in the night
stealing dreams , leaving only shadows in sight .

So let us rise and shake off the night
And seize the day , with all its light
For in the mornings golden glow ,
lies the promise of a day thats
yet to grow.

So lets wake and claim the day thats ours to keep.
In it , hustles thrive
and success is a blossom .
For a little sleep ,
a little slumber can cost us a jewel .

By Tichafa Muzuva @ echoes of drumbeat

Date: 2024/01/31Title: ...Where poetry is my pillow ...Of diction and metaphors , my cup of coffe when the night is d...
08/02/2024

Date: 2024/01/31

Title: ...Where poetry is my pillow ...

Of diction and metaphors , my cup of coffe when the night is deep .
Painting images synoptic and comic , my dreams a showcased drama
Of words telling stories in riddles and rhymes .
A facade of life , deceit and misleading , poetry unravels and unpacks intricate fibres and taboos of existence .

An array of paintings , abstract and colourful .
Lingers my mind and explodes to shreds of unfeigned life .
Of that, poetry is the medium that resonates to
my cocooned life and in vehemence
coveys a story
A story that runs deep in veins of this earth . .
My poetic pillow , a placenta to my write ups Where lines and verses syphones content
and stays immortal

By Tichafa Muzuva.

In giving love all I get is betrayal .
18/01/2024

In giving love all I get is betrayal .

19/12/2023

Date: 2023/12/06

Title: ......Ashes.....

If realm of solace would sing a song , shadows would dance
to appease the demon dangling with ,
One foot on the orbit of time .
As i tread along the treacherous streets of trenchtown .
Barefooted and clothes tattered like,
cirrus couds high in the sky .
A cent for the poor man , a cent for the orphan .
A begging hand clumsy and clutching ,
to a bagging bowl .

A look through the mirror of life all i see
are haunted shadows .
Of foregone parents in ethereal space,
gone with vows on their lips .
As demons of solace ushered me into the realities
of life in the streets
Where life is varigated with misery and mishaps

A plethora of friends deceit and absolute .
Day as young , spirits soar ,aloft a facade of hope , I live with a glimmer and embrace the night with
lament .
The night is tranquil but my dreams are war zones .
Where streets are boxing rings for the meek to perish,
and the mean to endure .
Wanton is the tempo and lewd is the rethym
as life in streets anravels and unfolds .

Navigating the darkest of alleys, fear is a jinx
To eat i hunt like im in the jungle , food morsels
In dity bins , do i care .
Illicit drugs are antidote to my sorrows amidst
chill winter routines , its a mental musturbation.
To demean love , r**e and abuse chastises all
morals , i celebrate insanity .

Hope is an illusion , a smokescreen blure and haze.
As each day slide with minute resolute , moonbeams defined and distinct.
Streets of terror , streets of vanity .
Its a misery , life in these streets , harsh and untamed .

By T Muzuva @ echoes of drumbeat

05/12/2023

Date: 2023/12/01

Title: ..... Vessels of love ....

Kindness is a language , the dumb could speak .
And the deaf could hear .

Where life finds its nest , ascend and glide ,
to places within hearts to heal .

Where modesty is the singing flame in your heart .
And love is divine in time and depth .

By T Muzuva

05/12/2023

Date: 2023/11/11

Title: ......... The sacred land ......

From where Embo sits majestically , content
and not in denial but in vanity ,
to where Azania in the fullness of its pomp
Parade a cultural funfare , diverse and pure .
Kemet in the north exudes a vast architectural
tapestry .
Africa , ethnic ,untapped and posesive .

African spirituality transcendent and divine ,
with ethos and cultural norms authored from above and within .
Echoes sharp , and wispers so fluffy ,
from pyramids of Giza through bold mountains
that stand in unison ,
to the masonry artifacts of munhumutapa .
She pays homage to forbearers in the ethereal space.
She is the cradle, she is the sacred land
Africa is immortal .

Pockets of treasure , silos of untapped resources
so hidden at the core of a fertile land ,as
Flora and fauna narrates a story of majesty.
The mighty Nile and the great Zambezi untamed,
flows with life across the vast land , in them terrestrial mysteries unfolds
Africa a sleeping giant

In the still of the darkness fires burn
and glow , tales of sacred chiefdoms and forklores unpacked .
Heroes are made out from brazen pots , and minds sharpened to colloquial mastery .
Africa a basket of intuitive understanding.
Africa rise up !
Africa live !

By T Muzuva # Echoes of drumbeat .

05/12/2023

Date: 2023/10/29

Title: ....Shadows in the darkness...

Alone in this dungeon , sombre ,
and eyelids falling to ground .
Solemn face between two palms , wheezing and grieving all in vain .
The memory lane dark and winding,
Im lost in the evenues of life .

In triying to define life ,
I failed the jigsaw puzzle , the pieces
too numerous and unmatched.
I thought i got it right when i married Susanna,
Alas! She was a full package , a charlatan,
gabby and amoral all in one.
How i wish to join the dodos .

Life being unjust in its way ,
my hustles unyielding like a dry season .
In the day i toil and lobour
In the night i groan and mourn ,
but the gods wont give , and all i get are
Pebbles.
But all ask for is a dime .

Opened are doors of haunted sites ,
Where life ceases to grow nor smile and where society mocks and redicule .
A wasted life where time and effort lapses dodging b***y traps .
Where solace is a friend and dogs of poverty ,
sit around a fire with me and dine .
Where houses are built not of stone nor brick ,
but of pain and misery

Amidst the depth of time , i sit at the bottom
Of the waterfall of my dreams ,
Drenched with tears and asking the maker
Is life justified or priceless?

By T Muzuva # Echoes of drumbeat

05/12/2023

Date: 2023/10/30

Title: ......Dreaded matrimony ....

My fate a cosmetic fallacy, comparable
to a living dead.
My parents poor as a church mouse , to them
i look like a merchandise to appease the ghost
of poverty .
My body a ransom to egocentric illusion
Of a farmily that seeks to serve their einterests .
And married me to a heartless man
This marriage was never consensual

Half baked i sit between jaws of marriage , squized of all the jucy ingredients of womanhood
Denied and robbed of a dream , do they
care
That i have a heart to love ,
a right to choose a soulmate ,and
a future plainly written on the walls
Of my heart .

He calls himself my husband , but morals
to him are so expensive
Yet he doesn't poses a morsel of shame .
That his l***y appetite seek to
conjoin me into matrimony
Was this marriage consensual?

Shadows of darkness haunt my life .
as skeltons in my closet
Stand stuck in there and refuse to
Come out
My parents gave me this life , it
tastes like bitter ale
Ooh it was never mearnt to be consensual ___this marriage .

Parents diluted with ethos of humanity ,
threaded with love
Chooses and define the future of a child ,
Over an egocentric disposesion .
Delay the marriage , grow the child
Make it consensual .

By T Muzuva # echoes of drumbeat

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