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Review of Aremo Gemini's Irawe by Ola TheRAWPoet Adene

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THE POEM WILL MAKE YOU REMEMBER THE LOVED ONES YOU’VE LOST – Review of Aremo Gemini’s Irawe by Ola TheRAWPoet Adene When a loved one dies, it is never just about the pain and the tears associated with the period of their death, it…

When your friend is sad

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When your friend is sad Like a cloak with a mind of its own Sadness doctors strangely upon you It wraps itself around your neck to restrict your freedom and trails along behind you to distort your steps Your mind should feel like home but…

Learning Love.

Love comes, at moments we never expect Like in a car park or working on a projector even in a classroom to a child too youngand so, when I was way too youngto understand what love really wasCupid found me, with her sharp arrows When you…

Face in the Mirror.

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When a mirror stares at me, It gazes in scrutiny the curves of my lips, The puff of my chins, And the sparkle in my eyes, Then concludes upon its sham. When a mirror stares at me, It sees my whole life in a glance; The crashing of a thousand…

REST

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People assume that I’m okay, Ironical, strange, tragic. They see that I’m tall and strong and so they bring them; Sweaty backs, laden with the stench of trouble Stomach’s swirling with too much wine Head full of discordant thoughts and…

The Girl Who Broke Her Heels.

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Staring at the mirrored door with second checks, She finally walked into the club, teetering on strapped stilettoes. Her body is sucked into a short skirt, The scooped blouse shows off kind cleavage. Her searching eyes danced around the…

Airborne Answers

When the world seems to weigh you down And the sweet melody of life has become A cacophony of gritting bones and crushed dreams Breathe When love steals away on your darkest days and heartbreak comes to settle in your aorta Poisoning your…

Stranger Than Fiction

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When we carry calabash on our shoulders And our identities on our chins, We're judged by the battles our fathers fought and lost, For their scars were just new tribal marks. We do not hit the head of a chicken To stop her alarm when she…

Wright

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Wrong isn't wrong, it is just a little less right It is wright we scream to ourselves. To him who is pure, all things are pure. and so the rest of us who are tainted see everything through skewed lenses calling the world grey so our…

What will people say?

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I've seen giantsEnd up as dwarfsTaj Mahal blueprintsEnd up as unpublished drafts. I've seen CheckmatesEnd up as lossesFor the player, was checkingMates paces to run personal races.Rocks have been reduced to ashesFor they were scared of harsh…