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An old mourning by Hazel Tobo

[tabby title="Poem"] Humans are not places to die Yet many are times we lose our breaths In the arms of the ones we cherish Let summer rains fall on behalf of tears You have shed many in the mourning Daybreak...

The world of the people by Hazel Tobo

[tabby title="Poem"] S Suddenly the light breaks into dust; Suns have come to clear the space of all societal infections and blindness, Shrugging shoulders shimmer in the distance, Singing, the Suns look over the tall buildings and breathe, I Inhaling,...

Promise land by Hazel Tobo

[tabby title="Poem"] The people The talks The hopes The hunger, The killings. We have died at the hands of politics, We have learned to write poems from promises, We are tigers, that failed to prey on the antelope, A tiger...

Interment of a Sun by Hazel Tobo

[tabby title="Poem"] My hands have never held you, They have never seen you, Only have they created in your honour, Touched tomorrows for you, Yet my eyes carried you from where you died And laid you to sleep in a...

A Poem A Day Writing Prompt 28 July 2017

1 rule: SUBMIT YOUR BEST WORK   ''Stimela I board your rhythm to midnight...''     From the poem Stimela¬†.by Hazel Tobo[My broken Azania[2014]   use the form below to submit [gravityform id="2" title="true" description="false"] For more info about A...