Konjit Berhane

Rookie (SePTeMBer,18 1983 DEath i Believe i am ImMorTal / a S M a R a)

Konjit Berhane Poems

1. Public Restroom 12/19/2006
2. That Is That 8/3/2005
3. Differentiate ‘em…! 12/19/2006
4. Greedy Cruel Sea 4/20/2011
5. A Tale To The Generation 4/20/2011
6. I Love Asmara In The Rain...! 11/18/2006
7. That Little Girl 10/16/2005
8. People Of This Era... 12/19/2006
9. That Weird Street At Night 11/6/2006
10. ? ? ? ? ? Answer All My Questions? ? ? ? 12/2/2006
11. Who? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 2/21/2006
12. Sara's Room 10/26/2005
13. Change 10/26/2005
14. Pretend 4/28/2006
15. What I Deserve...! 4/28/2006
16. Prefer 8/1/2005
17. Am I? 8/3/2005
18. A Second Head 8/1/2005
19. The Old Men 11/15/2005
20. Rich Wind 7/20/2005
21. Patriotic 7/28/2005
22. Turning Money In To Ash...! ! 5/12/2006
23. Funeral 4/24/2007
24. I Will Carry On....! ! 5/1/2006
25. Unemployed 10/19/2005
26. Is Love A Creed? ? ? 4/11/2006
27. So I Am A Black Flower....! ! ! 7/27/2006
28. A Song....! 11/22/2005
29. White Rose 10/26/2005
30. Getting Brighter 7/28/2005
31. Is It Life? 7/26/2005
32. I Hate Secrets! ! ! ! 3/16/2006
33. If Roses... 7/20/2005
34. A Real April The Fool 7/26/2005
35. How Long? 7/20/2005
36. Weirdo 7/18/2005
37. Mr. Peter & My Sister 7/18/2005
38. At This Moment 11/9/2005
39. After Death 7/13/2005
40. Poverty 7/13/2005
Best Poem of Konjit Berhane

A Woman

In the world of Saints
I would have been an Angel.
In the world of Peace
I would have been a Dove.
In the world of Passion
I would have been Love.
In the world of a Prayer
I would have been Praise.
In the world of Science
I would have been a Fact.
In the world of Wars
I would have been a Bullet.
In the world of Technology
I would have been Speed.
In the world of Agriculture
I would have been a Seed.
In the world of Manners
I would have been Politeness.
In the world of Fear.
I would have been Courage.
In the world of Sorrow
I would...

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Rich Wind

The rich wind with golden dust
Has been going wild and fast
As if it has a life that’ll forever last

The rich wind
With its sound so loud
To scare people or make them sad
But living is not so easy as I had
Never been scared by rich wild wind
Or by the redness of blood
Or would I ever have?

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