THE OBSCURING By Mayowa Isiaq
How do I capture a beautiful soul Within the pages of a book? Imprisoning for→
Browsing: Poems
CRISIS, A poem by Isiaq N. Oluwamayowa
People call me a sickler And my parents are the carriers. I see the look→
ARMS; A NURSE’S POEM
You took your first breath, Letting out a scream as the air hit your lungs,→
ESTEEM, by Adebiyi Aisha
It is present – Visible, yet not seen. It eats deep; now a deep cut→
INSANITY CALLED LOVE, by Salamah Junaid
They call it craze I call it LOVE They say what kind of love is→
REHTSE Thinks out: THE SEA SIDE, BY Okekwuo Esther
By the sea side I happily sat Oh it was indeed a glorious sight Though→
DESPONDENT…MY GLASS VAIL, By Sekinat Adejumobi
I’ve lost it all, but for a fragment of my soul. I’m constantly tied around→
