Oma Eze
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Trail Mix
#poetry Sometimes I think my feelings are like trail mix. I can be happy and sad together. That's trail mix Your feelings do not always have to make sense or be meaningful, they can be all and one and that's okay. You are not a programmed computer, you don't have to have a particular function, do not limit yourself or your emotions You can be trail mix @nircle @nirclepoetry @nirclesupport
Silent Sorrows
#poetry Silent Sorrows She runs, she hides She doesn't know what lurks within She feels the change but doesn't know where to begin She cowers in fear At the whispers and snares She's heard of it before Of how it took her sisters and more They said it was a murderer, who didn't care For the life of any HPV lurks in the shadows, looking for who to snag Frail victims who do not know of its existence or truth Steadily it consumes, devouring Shadows conceal the signs Waiting for the right time ...
The Bleeding Land
#poetry #palestine Rich soul on a rich soil Black Earth that birthed you The trees swayed happily, with their roots firmly attached to the ground The Olives blossomed Their rich oil nourishing your hair and your heart The white teeth of your people glistening under the Sun The radiating sun that kisses your skin so gently The greens on you flourished, you were a haven for your people. But all that changed abruptly Scary whitsles from above, like the cry of blood sucking demons rained on...
Calm
Remain calm and focused Always remain calm and focused @nircle @nirclereader @nirclepoetry
Free
You don't understand it yet but there's no need to be there anymore. The cage is open You're free Don't be the proverbial bird who even when the cage is open doesn't fly away. Who holds on to non-existent bars You're free little birdie Fly away Don't hold back. You're free. @nircle @nirclesupport @nirclepoetry
Be-ing
#poetry What does it mean to be We all want our existence to be acknowledged I yearn for when my existence is not dictated by what the world says I am in control I dictate my life I am not human just to be a being I am human who also has the option of be-ing. You too can be We can be You are God of your existence @nircle @nirclepoetry
Trying
#poetry Everyday I wake up I try I try and try and try But most times it all seems all for naught It feels blind But I know it isn't I know it'll all be worth it someday The sun always sets no matter how bad the day was For as the sun sets, so shall it rise The sun always rises I am the sun @nircle @nirclepoetry
🔁 Oma Eze ReCircled: A New Beginning
Africa my Africa, Africa if whom my grandmother cries of on the banks of distant rivers The words of David Diop rings through my head everytime I think of you my Africa. Of great bloodline and powers Blood of the one forged directly from the earth, From the hand of God to face of Gaia How carelessly that blood has been spilled Carted away in numbers To distant shores unknown it's children were taken Her back lays bare, waiting for salvation but it seems far, seems very unlikely. Her childr...
🔁 Oma Eze ReCircled: A New Beginning
Africa my Africa, Africa if whom my grandmother cries of on the banks of distant rivers The words of David Diop rings through my head everytime I think of you my Africa. Of great bloodline and powers Blood of the one forged directly from the earth, From the hand of God to face of Gaia How carelessly that blood has been spilled Carted away in numbers To distant shores unknown it's children were taken Her back lays bare, waiting for salvation but it seems far, seems very unlikely. Her childr...
🔁 Oma Eze ReCircled: A New Beginning
Africa my Africa, Africa if whom my grandmother cries of on the banks of distant rivers The words of David Diop rings through my head everytime I think of you my Africa. Of great bloodline and powers Blood of the one forged directly from the earth, From the hand of God to face of Gaia How carelessly that blood has been spilled Carted away in numbers To distant shores unknown it's children were taken Her back lays bare, waiting for salvation but it seems far, seems very unlikely. Her childr...
A New Beginning
Africa my Africa, Africa if whom my grandmother cries of on the banks of distant rivers The words of David Diop rings through my head everytime I think of you my Africa. Of great bloodline and powers Blood of the one forged directly from the earth, From the hand of God to face of Gaia How carelessly that blood has been spilled Carted away in numbers To distant shores unknown it's children were taken Her back lays bare, waiting for salvation but it seems far, seems very unlikely. Her childr...
God
Pray he says Worship me he commands. He demands. He begs, he solicites He needs it, he wants it. Hidden by cowardice he refuses to admit that he needs you.That he wants you The relationship isn't really as it seems It isnt a case of one being dependant on the other. No. It's a hidden two ways path Like darkness and light Day to night One cannot exist without the other Which is why I need you to understand, That you too are God. You are God. Oma.
Heaven
Our minds are closet to knowing what the feel of heaven is like. Our own little mirror to the obliviousness surrounding us. Oma. @nirclepoetry@nircle
beginning
#poetry#poets#Deep poems #Begining When life become a fleeting dream built for all but not for many. When Joy becomes nothing more than an after thought When hope calls for you, do you pant running towards it like a hungry dog. Begging. Begging for a miniscule of her affection. Of what have you become, graceful downtrodden swan. From the heights of heaven you have fallen. Now all you do is run and hide. Cowering away in fear as you eyes bleed rivers. Trembling before your maker. Hovering for ...
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