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A poem for my demons by Hazel Tobo

[tabby title="Poem"] This is for the suffocation For the raging dreams of war For the tears that nobody sees For the moments home became dilapidated For the times my heart fell victim to war For the times I couldn't look...

The river banks are sore by Hazel Tobo

[tabby title="Poem"] Here in the waters Are the songs of many swallowed in war Are the struggles of muted voices and their mourners Are the tears of martyred cultures, the river banks are sore. In caves echoes wisdom muffled by...

Old Place by Hazel Tobo

[tabby title="Poem"] She is an old place A forgotten space Undeniable, that she bares a future under her eyelids Strong woman with rebels for kids Her palms are psalms That shake the earth when she raises her arms. [tabby title="Poet...

Solicits by Hazel Tobo

[tabby title="Poem"] On the ground We are bottling in secrets In a heap of less hope than more We are wasted in the populated air The congested soil And the crowded nothingness That keeps us from being picked up. [tabby...

When we breathe by Hazel Tobo

[tabby title="Poem"] Some breaths are prayers We pray in wishing, We pray in yearning We pray in thought We pray in our sleep When dreams feel real enough to feel When our dreams realize Our prayers in yearning In working...