Tọlá Belva

Writer, poet, and a butterfly in her 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 era.

Category: Poetry

  • Her footsteps stir the earth,dust rising in homage to its queen.Life bends in reverence,the world a stage, her kingdom vast. Her voice carries the weight of centuries,rolling over seas and stirring hearts,even those untouched by kindness.She turns grief into joy,and darkness into day.Her realm is one of light,unmarked by the shadow of sorrow. Whispers follow…

  • Golden fingers stretch and glide,Tracing ripples far and wide.A quiet whisper, a fleeting spark,The dance begins at morning’s arc. The water shivers, soft and bright,A mirror kissed by amber light.It bends, it sways, it pulls in close,A shimmering waltz in calm repose. The sun, a painter bold and free,Spills molten gold across the sea.It dips,…

  • The loony man looks at us, his eyes alight with an untamed wisdom,To him, we are the deranged, trapped in a world of fragile illusions.We, in turn, look upon him with quiet pity,Unaware that his mind sees more than ours ever could.When he approaches,We flee as if his presence were a plague,Our hearts pounding in…

  • Her footsteps stir the earth,dust rising in homage to its queen.Life bends in reverence,the world a stage, her kingdom vast. Her voice carries the weight of centuries,rolling over seas and stirring hearts,even those untouched by kindness.She turns grief into joy,and darkness into day.Her realm is one of light,unmarked by the shadow of sorrow. Whispers follow…