My Poems

[Henriette]

:wave: Hey everyone, I'm a newbe from South Africa. I met this drummer guy one evening, who told me his whole life story within a stretch of 3 hours....I felt inspired to write this poem. Please tell me what you think.

Do your eyes mock my childlike trust in you...or do they smile at me as mine does you,
dancing passionately from the low pitched hurts to the high pitched adventures you've shared?

..of how you'd robbed life of every valuable
treasure and escaped with scares
and that new-found tale, yes, that sacred jewel!

..as I get drunk on stories...
dry white, deep sweet red,
in hungry anticipation of that next intoxicating drop
- soon to flow from your mouth - I get lost in you:

the Bongo-rythm of your voice,
the Voo-doo of your eyes
and those intoxicationg lips - Oh - those lips!


Vir: Willem
a poem by Henriette Mostert

[YesNo]

Nice poem from eyes to lips. It makes me wonder what the sacred jewel was, perhaps the current relationship.

[Henriette]

I think the jewel was the life lessons leared...it was a while back:idea:

Thanx for reviewing my poem:hurray:

Here's another one written on unrequited love:

A Captive heart never truly learns to fly.
You have kept mine captive - locked in chains by your smile, your eyes, your voice.

Now it's time to break those chains
- to say goodbye.

How do I teach my heart to fly again?
to let go of the One thing that has kept it
beating- determined it's pace.

How do I teach it to be loyal to another Master?
Can foreign blood run through this broken heart and Not be rejected?
There is no remedy!

How do I break the safety of this cage - this life,
this heart's reason for being - to love, to feel, to beat, to be - to be in love with you!

How do I force my heart to fly away?
Away from this dream - to beat for you - always.


I do not know.
but you have found another heart to beat through -
another reason for being.
This is your dream - fulfilled.

You have taught my heart the worth and power of loving -
you have given it purpose, and for this


I will love you always!

Vir: Gerald
a poem by Henriette Mostert

[Henriette]

You recite poems to my heart
with words unspoken - by a mere gest, a nod, a smile.
My heart is filled to bursting by who you are.

Vir: Barend
a poem by Henriette Mostert

[YesNo]

Changing relationships is difficult. I liked the idea that it is similar to being captive by a master.

Welcome!

[Henriette]

No one's knife is as sharp as yours,
No one's eyes as blind to the pain in my heart
or the blood on your hands.

Me, Ceasar. You, Brutus, so honorable in your own conscience, so honorable!
e-tu, e-tu, e-tu!!!


a poem by Henriette Mostert

[Henriette]

Thank you so much for the welcome YesNo!, I'm so excited to be here.

[Henriette]

Pain perplexed, hollow heart.
Love void, pain set,
struggling beats - barred.

Spit out, laughed at,
mud thrown me.

Fake eyes,
fake smile,
fake you,
fooled Me.

a poem by Henriette Mostert

[Henriette]

Backed-up in fear
Defensive of Love's sting
- the sting of Love denied,
Love lost, or
Love slain in pursuit of lust's gain.

Stiff, curled-up fetus pose - wounded hearts fortress
- shutting out, locking in - thoughts chanting sorrow, hate, regret, pain.
Madness lingers, and fear....

That fear of Love's sting.
The sting of Love denied, lost and slain.

a poem by Henriette Mostert

[Henriette]

No more Knights,
No more Fables,
no more Sweet little Lies.

and She lived,
Happily ever After...


a very short tale by Henriette Mostert

[Henriette]

It was I, who in youth prayed, fasting for a good man's love.
...to be loved eternally
..to be known in all.
Which lover would taste poison for me?
who would love me that way?
..fall by the sword for me,
valiantly fighting to set me free -
from demons seeking my destruction save?!

(Who is this King of Glory,
Who pursues me with His Love)*
opposing princes who for public honor of proud titles boast.
Their flattering oaths have all proved false,
who's quick fire soon burned out -
professing love to every new contender.

My King is not like that.
O - no! My King looks on tempest unmoved -
through torture would not betray,
in guard of His treasure - in me found - He has fallen.
I kiss the wounds that brought me His love!
I kiss His blood stained cloak, His banner over me is love.

Do not, my King, with jealous thoughts my affairs suppose.
For there is no one living - none, to contend with Thee
- in my heart - You stand Alone!
Mark my love by the way I look on Thee - my Essence!
By You I am illuminated, cherished, kept alive!


Vir: Jesus
a poem by Henriette Mostert




*(Who is this King of Glory,
Who persues me with His Love) - borrowed from a song by Third day with the same title.