A poem about a passing love by David Tombale: Like a dove

Sometimes love and relationships can be sweet and fleeting and this poem tries to describes just such a story.
Like a dove

My heart is missing this
a quiet whisper and a kiss
a gentle mingling of warmth
and subtle text,
an interchange of sifted words that
sometimes coincide and sound so strange,
“like missing you” and “holding you”
and “when I loved you”

And I find in this aftermath
a forgotten moment when it’s
your heart I hold so carefully
until it flies upon the gusting
winds in fall of feathers like a
dove.

A poem about conflict by David Tombale: Midnight revelry

Every so often a relationship there will be anger and fighting, the kind of conflicts that aren't easily resolved. Midnight revelry is a piece about some of the chaos and spiraling emotions that can threaten even the most perfect couples.
Midnight revelry

River run wild with silent tears
the demon that rests upon our
mantel will not shelter you,
he will not take his time to warm
your hands before the burning
blaze

He will not answer you,
the darkness will not let him
call-

the telephone resting in shattered
pieces by the door as the new look
cupboard rests against the wall

The awful green of curtains closed
to hide our shame from the leaking
white of moonlight that lays its hands
upon your scowling brow and I
trapping clothes and catching cold as
the door gapes wide and the gliding owls
announce a stranger’s footfall outside
an empty house. 

A poem about regret by David Tombale: The weight of my heart

The weight of my heart is about the regret that can sometimes result from a breakup in which one or both of the lovers still carry a torch for the other person. It's one of the worst things that can happen to someone who's trying to move on and I hope I managed to perfectly capture that situation.
The weight of my heart

Heavy as the morning that
Peeks beneath my shades,
Heavy as the evening that's
Come and gone filled with
Shades of moments past;

Heavy heart I pray you shall
Not break, little tear begging
Me to let thou fall but I shall
Not, I allot no time for misery,
I know he wants to rest here
Once again;

How heavy, like spilt paint
I tried to fashion into a scene,
She and I someplace warm,
Silhouetted against the horizon
Of a falling sun but the image
Shatters as I try to stop it;

Alas some things failed to
Happen, a forever now long
Betrayed, so heavy is this
Moment when I think of thee
And fail to brush away the tear
That tore itself from my
Stubborn grip.

A poem about love everlasting by David Tombale: Forever loving you

Forever loving you represents a lingering feeling clinging to my bones that I feel makes me better. Instead of anger and bitterness left in the wake of love I chose to write about an affection that will outlast an ending of things.
Forever loving you

The rainbows forgot to rest here
and the butterflies turn cartwheels in the air

Her slippered feet still dance happily in the
grips of a beautiful memory but
somewhere her love refused her,
it failed to care about  the withered
flowers sown into her yellow hair-

and I know I should have stayed here to
catch your falling tears but
the tides have spoken
and we two distant ships still sailing on to
seas of grief while I still missing you,
I who knows you best
and will remain here to help you
find your rest.

A poem about the struggle by David Tombale: Listen to how it carries on

This piece was something born out of the coverage of the electoral campaigns run by the ANC after Nelson Mandela's death. How they approached them disturbed me so I felt I had to write something about it.
Listen to how it carries on

Mandela’s freedom song lifts
Towards the sky but never dwells,
Never stays to lift the starving
Ones from shacks that lean towards
The ground. Pieces falling off the
Cool tin roofs as a little baby cries,
Little ribs pushing against his tiny
Chest while the lights flicker and
Slowly die

Too many bills piled up,
Too many promises but the water’s
Filthy, the backyard garbage filled,
Bloodshot eyes still beg for tears
But nothing fills

You got to love that freedom song
Listen to how it carries on,
It lifts its head towards the sky
While my dirty shirt has ripped,
My back is bowed under years
And a falling ceiling, the rocks putting
Weight on my old neck

I have to love that freedom song but
The song won’t feed me, the song can’t
See this hole that’s me, torn black
Fingers and no more red or green for
Me.

A poem about nature by David Tombale: Nature's children

Nature's children is a series of images both imagined and experienced that I wrote on a day of silence as I tried my best to smell the flowers and enjoy the warmth of a beautiful summer's day.
Nature's children

There is a change that flirts with the
sunshine upon the leaves,
that whispers little condolences to the air,
that comes upon the clearings with
all the maturity of a child

It is gay and sweet and loves
to hide in the cool shadows that
rest among the trees

It teases winter and
has love affairs with the springtime flowers
that blossom beneath the loving care of
kindly mothers of blue and red and black,
a kaleidoscope of color born out of their wings
as they sail out on the sky

I sit in awe beside the graves of
fallen fathers and smiling lovers
as we, one and all enjoy the splendor
that welcomes the living and
the dead.

A poem about love and longing by David Tombale: Our home

This poem pretty much tells its own story. It's really just a tribute to a warm glow that fills us all at the beginning of what could be an amazing love.
Our home

Forgive me if I say words
that I don't mean,
like I don't need you at all,
it's okay if you leave me,
hey it was fun while it lasted,
have fun in Nebraska
I'm sure that I'll be fine
when you're gone,

Forgive me if I can't see me
happy without you,
you're like sunshine in the wake of a storm,
my cold breeze in the desert,
the one that I turn to when everything
feels like it's gone,

Forgive me if I fall to my knees
when I see you,
I want to be here forever holding
on to the one that I love,
trace my fingers down the lines of your face,
it's like a season of blue skies,
a song that I cannot forget,

Forgive me if I breathe deeply
cos I want to remember the
smell of your hair,
I've lived here for so long,
been alone for awhile,
now I take up all this clutter
making room for your clothes,
stay here beside me in this home
that I've made here for us,
lady believe me today
I want to make you my wife.