Best Poems in South Africa

I saw a man cry

04 March 2011 Written by Ouma Tema

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I saw a man cry
Not because he is weak
Not because he is less of a man
Not because he is soft
And definatly not because it was an act

I saw a man cry
Crying for love that seemed forever
Crying for all that he cared for
Crying for all that he protected
Crying for all that he vowed till death

I saw a man cry
He cried because all was taken away from him
Cried because what seemed well was worse
Cried because what seemed amazing was no more

He cried not because he is responsible
He cried not because he contributed

But because he still cared
Because he still love
Because he worked hard for his family
Because he is a good man

From this day forward,
I know I saw a man cry
I know good man are wasted
And I now know Good Man exist…..

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In my eyes you made it

04 March 2011 Written by Ouma Tema

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In my eyes you made it

Made it coz you believed in Education
Made it coz you braved your hearts through those sleepless nights of studying
Through those awkward hours in class

I felt your heartbreak
I felt your disappointment
I saw your face shut down
I shared all that with you

I believed your drive and zeal
I sang your song of hope
Your drum of anticipation shook my heart

It is appropriate today to tell you that in my eyes you made it
It is not at the end of the race that I celebrate your achievement
I celebrate your zeal and determination from your first day in class

Let this be one of the mountains you have to climb again
Let this be one of those encouraging stories about your life in pursuit of academic excellence…
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It is not about you

04 March 2011 Written by Ouma Tema

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It is not about you
Not in one day was it ever about you
Not even when you are affected
Not even when you are singled out
Not even when you felt betrayed

Maybe you are too personal
Maybe you too sentimental
Or maybe you just being you

It could also mean you are envied
Maybe it’s your peace that is envied
Or maybe they are just being them…

Always remember that its is never about you
Not in one day was it about you.

For some is a sport
For some is therapeutic
For some is just who they are or have become

Embrace your space
Cement your self in your tranquility
Lock and protect your serenity
Even when it looks like it is
Even when it sound like it is
Even when it feels like it is
Never make it about you
Pray that peace is realized
And love prevail

Not in one day was it about you
Be content in your peace, serenity and space…..

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Completely Complicated

04 October 2010 Written by Ouma Tema

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Completely Complicated
Because all need scrutiny
Because all is in contrary

The actual seem not be
The believe seem not to be firm
The journey seem rocky and curvey

Completely Complicated indeed
Complicated because I still care
Completely because I want the best for you
It is because of this complication:
I feel completely confused
I feel completely torn out
I feel completely hurt
And I feel completely not sure

Completely complicated as it can be
I still need to rise above
I still need to be
And I may now have to accept

I completely leave it to the universe
Don’t ask, just be
Don’t look, just remain
Don’t want, just live

It is Complicated but it is sure Completely Clear

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Do I ever understand loss?

18 June 2010 Written by Ouma Tema

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Do I ever understand loss?
Is it the loss I don’t understand?
Or my lack of will to let go?
Maybe it is my wanting more

Do I ever understand loss?
Sometimes you take so much
You take where I lean most
You take where I love most
Yet I am expected to let go and understand loss

Who is there to understand?
Those who comfort?
Those who help me cry?
I don’t even know if they cared

Yes I am letting go…….
Just promise me to always be here for me
Promise to keep him/her safe for me
Promise to still bless me
Promise to protect me
Promise to take me through all this

I am still yet to understand loss

Do I ever understand loss?
Is it the loss I don’t understand?
Or my lack of will to let go?
Maybe it is my wanting more

Do I ever understand loss?
Sometimes you take so much
You take where I lean most
You take where I love most
Yet I am expected to let go and understand loss

Who is there to understand?
Those who comfort?
Those who help me cry?


Yes I am trying to let go…….
Just promise me to always be here for me
Promise to keep her safe for me till we meet again
Promise to still bless me
Promise to protect me
Promise to take me through all this

I am still yet to understand loss

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