POETRY

I lost my lover to the flowing riverthe waters kissed him better than my dried lipsAnd its banks fuller than my shy hipsIts rage nothing

They keep saying that there’s a pandemic, That the world is becoming intolerable, That they are forced to stay indoors, Yet some of them can’t

From over the seas You came soaring in the skies And brought the whole world to its knees You spread Far and wide Painted the

This is sickening, This stinks, This ships are sinking, see there’s not enough Poetry to portray how am feeling, This time am letting the feelings

Naskia ulizaliwa nineteenBut umetufuata Hadi twenty.Najua Una makaliLakini tutashinda hii Hali.So,Niaje Corona,naskia we ndio killerNaskia unatuhanda kaa horror,hutambui ata kaa ni sinners,Na si ati hii

Youthful, Beautiful, Colourful, You see, Lately, She She’s made me a fool, Cuz She’s a looter, a shooter,who shot through my Chest, Something About how

THE IRONY I had a dream last night My beautiful nation in a fight Citizens battling for their right Desiring to make the future bright

Dear diary, Today I meant to kiss him,But I froze Letting him walk away, I should have chased after him,but My knees gave away that

it’s the youngest hours of growing night,So You know; am Coming home, when i get home; i know you don’t rush, Be calm as you

Have you felt the emptiness that burrows deep within as if nothingness were made of hot lava scorching right through a weakening chest? Or stumbled