The Poetic Word
Would I Still Love You
BY GLORIA O’KOYE In faith, Would the love that gets publicly Professed be like Clanging cymbals when things don’t Go...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE In faith, Would the love that gets publicly Professed be like Clanging cymbals when things don’t Go...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Heavenly bodies As vessels to nurture life. When giving birth means opening The gates of Elysium and...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE If problems were so easy to be solved Why are they still happening? If creation provided all...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Dear children, Please don’t rush to grow up. Enjoy every single moment of your peace Free from...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE The drums and songs have saved Generations from the turmoils of Cursed Lands filled with lost souls....
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Like eaglets preparing to fly Outgrowing the nest and its parents, There is always a time To...
BY GLORIA OKOYE “I stand with the brothers and sisters out in Edmonton, for the incognito meeting about removing the...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Kingdoms built on community richness, Healing circles Medicinal humans, Have been undermined by the pages Of sacrificed...
BY GLORIA O’KOYEE Every existence is like fingerprints, Snowflakes, Designs on leaves that have ever existed. Even similar to the...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE A friend is an overused word Forced in the wrong places Way too many times. Ancestral...
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