KUNYE POETRY
"TO BE A MEMBER PLEASE FILL THE CONTACT FORM"
Saturday, December 30, 2023
Tuesday, January 17, 2023
Forged from Cupid's Flame
Saturday, January 7, 2023
ACCOUNT
Friday, January 6, 2023
How the tides have turned
Thursday, December 22, 2022
Beneath the clouds
Thursday, December 15, 2022
Above the surface
Above the surface
our masks are all we see,
the same ones
that hide what's true
we cannot outrun them.
Above the surface
the scars that sleep
awaken to a new dawn,
my thoughts resurface
like the early morning dew.
Above the surface
our true nature slumbers,
the only thing we see
are mirror images
images of our true selves.
Above the surface
our tears are superficial,
only the soul knows
what pain exists within
these words are all there is.
Above the surface
our words never matter,
they once did
but it never shows
above the surface.
© Adiela Michael Osiah
©2022
Wednesday, December 14, 2022
STEPPE
The sun bids farewell by taking its golden color,
Touching your temples like a busse in autumn.
Not by passing innocent people like that,
It leaves a warm smile to every living thing,
But cold, people are “sometimes” deceived.
Because human scent
It is in front of the sun’s autumn hello.
H.A.
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Beneath the clouds darkness spreads like fire, our once lightened path has lost its light the same light we could see. Beneath the clouds ou...
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Oh how the tides turn; once before there was peace yet now darkness comes our very existence is but a shadow. Oh how the tides turn; like Jo...
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The sun bids farewell by taking its golden color, Touching your temples like a busse in autumn. Not by passing innocent people like that, I...