The Poetic Word

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Religions warned without faith In a God, or countless Gods and Goddesses Would mean an unfulfilling life.

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Passion being fulfilled Is like cottonwood fluff burning evenly Across the land.   Not being caught up

BY GLORIA O’KOYE When was the last time that you sat in silence? Where every detailed sound From the whistling

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Like relearning to crawl, Taking baby steps Praying that there will be no falls. Reopening back up

BY GLORIA O’KOYE If only these babies know what’s the cost Of the path they are on. Would decisions being

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Motivated days Unmotivated nights. Times of resilience Overshadowed When things don’t go right.   End goals may

BY GLORIA O’KOYE To the soldiers on the block Don’t you know how valuable your life is? Don’t you know

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Giving the world the best quality At the cost of consistency in energy, Without refilling the cup.

BY GLORIA O’KOYE A blanket of fluffy snow, slowly covers the ground that has lived through another cycle. Its winter’s

BY GLORIA O’KOYE Everyone wants a peaceful departure from this worldly realm. The longer a body fights the gravity of