born in the town of onitsha in south eastern nigeria. attended learning field international school for his primary education from 1995 to 2000. later attended dennis memorial grammar school from 2000 to 2006 for his secondary school education. from 2006 to 2011 he attended federal university of technology owerri where he studied geology. there he discovered poetry and has been trying to learn and ... more »
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okoye charles Poems
A Walk Through the Cemetry
Whose homes are these, they never say Both big and small, here they all lay Among the gnawing rodent and the hungry tick Ticking while the lonesome time dawdles away
My Emotions Betray Me
Each time at night When I lay down and darkness beclouds my sight Before I fade to the land of dreams, My emotions betray me.
On a Night dark and lonely Possessed by fierce demons only, Appeared a gem on heavens door. So I saw and stopped, and stopped and saw;
The moon rises in a darkened scene In circle of grey, in black and white A melancholic skies, the eyes do capture A haunted portrait hanging on the walls of the heart.
Love is not like the mother's womb
Love is not like the mother's womb, where we dwell awhile and in peace sleep, only to depart at the ninth moon.
The Day Is Too Short But So Is The Night
They are not long, the dark hours of the night, Red fire once blue will smoke against the sun; Slow and steady is the advent of light.
Our Street Is Broken
Our street is broken, Iron gates now lay widely ajar. Who among you will not lend a hand, a friendly token, To check the growing gully, drifting us apart.
And In Death All Shall Be Made Equal
And in Death all shall be made equal. Great men powers they all shall be lost, Like a grain of sand on seashore. When their breathe are at last and their last breathe drawn,
The Pilgrim's Song
I call my love from the conclaves of the bird. Hear me maid! Hear me maiden! ! Hear me calling, calling out to you. The voice in the wind, in the silence, in the wilderness;
Lines Written in Heartbreak
Please Dear Ebony, Answer me these questions, I pray; Do you miss me a little; lying on the shores of your heart,
So Sweet In Spring It Sounds
The music of the wind fills me with glee; So soronous, so sweet in spring it sounds. Sober the feeling which now beguiles me. Still as stone, while my soul goes round and round
Ufoma, To the passing wind your name I call, Naked I stand among the palm, Joining words with the cock as one
An Excerpt from 'The Journey of the Soul...
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A Walk Through the Cemetry
Whose homes are these, they never say
Both big and small, here they all lay
Among the gnawing rodent and the hungry tick
Ticking while the lonesome time dawdles away
I stood in admiration for this silent race
Sleeping in peace, while flowers sprout in grace
Undisturbed by hate, or jealousy, or greed
For each man knows his final resting place
Amid the pleasant solitude, I a hibiscus pick
Its red petals are gentle, lovely and thick
Outside, the deflowered world awaits
Its' so withered, so appalling, so sick.
A walk through the cemetry,...