With the swiftest I uplift this, you can’t remix this, my pens gifted, on paper my lyrics don’t get twisted, man’s atrocities over the ages, time have lifted, fought with war power hungry want more, well hit the floor, the embodiment of what revolution stands for, When I step in the truth spews out in…
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Spring Blossom by Smit Patel
Grass is growing tall New life is awakening Time is moving fast Thanks for reading. See author bio below and please leave some feedback for the author in the comments. Other activities: How to submit Facebook Page Twitter Smit Patel loves to learn about other cultures and eat food. One culture he has shown…
HEART OUT by Opal Ingram
We have a way of being together Heart out We touch the edge of the sky Beneath the Sun Heart out. Beauty Is held By all Heart out With ordinary beats With quiet gifts That touches the Soul In a quiet way In a loud World. Written by Opal Ingram Thanks for reading. See author…
POLITICAL MONSTERS by Ngozi Olivia Osuoha
They are the gangsters In many disciplines Cooking the youngsters To poison their wines. They are the tricksters Misguiding the populace To feed the pranksters At their own pace. They are the masters Playing every card To suit their plasters And make it hard. They are the ill wind Blowing left, right, front and back…
Soft Touches by Annie Lin
I did not ask but I took your sweater The rich cashmere flowed into soft ruffles like an ocean’s tide It’s kept me warm enveloping me in soft touches and the subtle clinking of its buttons and jewels Forgive me for going into your closet I was only there to feel such a fine fabric…
DEAR WOMEN by Ngozi Olivia Osuoha
Dear Women The world is a jungle Be a lion That way, you win the struggle. Dear Women The world is a beast Call her a banquet, That way you cannot be the least. Dear Women The world is a baby Bear her in your womb And be the lady. Dear Women The world is…
FAR AWAY by Sharon Constantine
You seem so far away from me It’s like you never were The deep love I thought I had for you Is nothing but a blur I try to hold on to the feelings That I thought were clear But the feelings became a shadow, a mask, a veneer So I’m not going to lie…
Like Manna from Heaven by Shirley Jones-Luke
The children’s hungry eyes always haunted my mother, eyes that searched hers for a knowing nod and the food she served during the lunch period, she urged them not to push each other, their hard plastic trays eager for the Dickensian-like fare that awaited them, my mother was their savior often doling out extra…
The Old Man by Robert Taub
I saw an old man the other day He was laying on a bench His clothes were tattered His shoes worn out And his had holes in it I stopped to talk to him And he smiled at me He was so happy to have someone to talk to I asked him what happened…
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