Category: Spoken Poetry
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Anchors | A poem by Eli Oko
The first Video in the series. I hope you enjoy x Anchors Something tells me we are halfway I have become like an anchor Sink! I tell myself Drown! I tell myself Hit the ground of the ocean Or she’ll surely float away. I truly want to be here I just don’t think I can…
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He was a thousand colours at midnight.
Hopeful hellos and Temporary goodbyesHe was my favourite song on repeat playing in my head while I sat alonein silenceHe has been my 1000 reasons to try againMy pillow caseMy duvetHe has been my comfort and my serenityDuring chaos and recklessnessHe has a special name for me that reminds me of who I can truly…
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Something. Different.
Have you ever felt so overwhelmingly full that you empty everything within Just so you can feel something. Different?
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an uproot of hope
What a sad little story, of a flower that bloomed just to die And in this very void, in this very hole you will find That another childless woman so quietly resides.
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The Starred, Blocked & Archived!
Inevitable is life, inevitable is poetry and with accepting that comes something beautiful and profound.
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taste buds.
have you ever woken up one day and the thing you loved the most just didn’t taste the same?
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order of service by Eli Oko
and I’ll find you on a hill playing the harp. and I’ll beg you to sing for me
Another Fly On The Wall 