Poetry – Page 33 – hudson biko

sigh

October 18, 2017November 22, 2018 Biko8 Comments

my existence

is this constant oscillation

between

feeling so heavy

because everything is so empty

and

feeling so empty

because everything is so heavy

Photograph by Oscar Keys

Belonging II

October 11, 2017July 14, 2018 Biko6 Comments

Maybe the only things that stay

are the leaves

stuck

against the screams

of windows

shattering

(as we finally let go)

Photograph by Tj Holowaychuk

Faltering

October 8, 2017November 28, 2017 Biko3 Comments

Internal inclinations push against

walls slowly cracking

amidst faltering

endurance.

Calling it

patience.

Photograph: Annie Spratt

Belonging I

October 5, 2017June 20, 2018 Biko2 Comments

Maybe this is what hope looks like

Curtains shut

and doors locked

as remnants of existence lay

left behind on window panes

that heard the wanes

and pains

of voices

that remained quiet

for far too long

Photograph by Toa Heftiba

Waffles and Words

October 1, 2017November 2, 2017 BikoLeave a comment

Presenting Waffles and Words, a weekend’s collection of poetry. On Saturday / Sunday on PiecedByHB.

Train

The train rolled through

scattered

desert plains

and

rusting aeroplanes

I chased

and chased

until

I broke through

to reality.

9.15 AM

Morning.

Waffles and Words

Presenting Waffles and Words, a weekend’s collection of poetry. On Saturday / Sunday on PiecedByHB.

Nightfall 🌑 #poetry #micropoetry #amwriting pic.twitter.com/LgZ2ro66Pd

— Biko (@pb_hb_) August 28, 2017

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Hudson Biko

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