Oma Eze
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Thank you for your love
To everyone who has liked and commented on my work, I want to say thank you. It's sad that I can't reply to all of them, I don't get notifications for them and when I check my notifications and want to open them, your comments don't even reflect on the post. I just want you all to know that I super grateful that you resonate with my work. I love you all P.S if you know a better option feel free to let me know.❤️❤️❤️
Mother's wage
#poetry Son looks at mother with disdain He tells her she knows nothing He looks at father with kinder eyes Even when father might act out of terms He is still smarter than mother could ever be He says "Look at mother, she knows nothing so she is nothing" He says he judges them fairly But he is blind to his judgement Son often forgets he and father are alike And likeness doesn't see flaws
Flesh and Man
If man we're to say, I shall not give into my flesh For my soul is where my refuge is He must remember that he was flesh before spirit Doesn't the flesh deserve a little kindness For sins that are beyond it Or is it just a material to cloak the soul
Burns
If the world burns on the alter of mercy Then it should live again on the sanctuary of hope
A boy named Didi
#poetry Didi is a boy A boy on the shore A shore by the coast A coast to the sea A sea filled with ships Ships heading to the unknown The unknown lies beyond Beyond the coast to the sea The Sea which leads to the Shore The Shore where stands a boy A boy whose name was Didi
The Tool
#poetry When the world looks at you they see a tool Your opinions weigh less than a dog's The luck you have to see the world Be grateful you live; the way you live isn't yours but mine Be grateful that you think you pick For when it's all said and done; You are a fool Nothing more than a stone to be disposed of when it seems you have a tone You are nothing no matter how much you fight For you lost the war with God before you met man
Dinner
Dinner Dinner What's for Dinner The arm of the man who was a runner For he thought the war would make him a winner Dinner Dinner What's for Dinner The thigh of the woman Who was a sinner Who thought kneeling before the lord Would make her Cleaner Dinner Dinner What's for Dinner The heart of the child who was so mild That didn't get to see the world clearer Dinner Dinner What's for Dinner Just You and I at a fancy dinner Looking at the world as it grows more sicker #Life
Pain
#poetry The pain in my heart is too much for me to carry The weight of it engulfs me If I speak it It burns my tongue If I let it out It consumes the earth So I'll just keep it in my heart and let it kill me
God's love
Side by side we walked together,and there it was again That painful truth "why don't things work for me"? "what did I do to deserve all this"? I could hear the crack in her voice She was holding back tears And sadly I had no answers "Do you think God still loves me, I do all I can for him to love me" And between us lay the sting of betrayal "It'll all be fine" that's all I can mutter And with that I still kneel by her side To pray, to seek That maybe he just heals her heart
Forsaken
Lord hear me when I call My heart weeps at the altar of your mercy Look upon me with kindness Do not forsake me o Lord For my knees are greased with sores My hands are bleeding from holding on to hard at your jaggered cross Have pity on me Do not turn your back on me Please do not forsake me Lord please Do not forsake me For I am nothing
Fear
#poetry Everyday I am held back by fear If the fear if to be or not to be does consume me one day Just know that I tried my best For kept going Even when there was no light at the end of the tunnel Even when it felt like the sin wouldn't rise again I faced my fears the best way I could Fear is a devil A consuming devil And the question is whether or not I would be it's next meal
Memories
#poetry I've come to realize that all that I thought would matter don't anymore The pain, the joy , the fears, the expectations and hopes All the emotion I thought would become a big part of me are almost non-existent I barely remember all the things I said I would never forget My childhood doesn't bind me as much as I thought All the memories of my youth have fizzled away And I'm left with ideas of what I think are memories of a lifetime I swore never to forget Cherish every moment and e...
Crowd
#poetry And if you're lonely Just know you're never alone For every step of the way I'll be there to hold your hand So do not be afraid Do not hold back You can be the crowd you desire @nircle @nirclepoetry
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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