My Poems
My Mid-Night Monsters by Olatuja Oloyede
I'm running out of steam. I won't even lie. I'm tired of keeping up. But morals are failing, Expectati…
I'm running out of steam. I won't even lie. I'm tired of keeping up. But morals are failing, Expectati…
Boy at the Bend of the River - August 29, 2017 Omiri, the great boarderless river of Tansa Has grown wicked horns Ever…
THE BEAUTIFUL MONSTER CALLED LOVE You are the mystery unknown Fiercer than the blazing sun Tender as the morning dew Su…
*I AM THE PASSING SHADOW* I am the gay bird Singing on the twilight trees I am the bent unbroken elder Walking down…
I'm the last ruined Nigga Robbed of life and and all that made me me I owned the street and ran its shows Kille…
WE OFTEN MAKE WRONG CHOICES Sometimes we drift with the wind Wandering with the rumbling storms Into the patchless r…