Biography of Ikhalo Efose
Ikhalo efose is a Nigerian distinguished in several field in addition to poetry and storywriting.a peculiar factor is that he studies as a science student but is endowed with the arts of literature.poetry is a new found flavour for him owing to the fact that he loves exploring...he was born and brought up in Benin city, Nigeria
Ikhalo Efose Poems
The source of diamond superstands all pearls superceeds every rubble would make you think God was partial.
We weep and grind in our day, in the floor of the creeks we lay, lurking around this place of dismay.
Do dreams really come true? I look up in the sky, i see the eagle soar up high, i shut my eyes for a while,
The life we see is far more immense than even the sea.i doubt it if we even see life at all or we hullicinate...i wish life was not the way it is, but what can i do.i thought i could make it better; chisel my fate.But just myself i have fooled.
When The Star Goes Blue
When the stars go blue! ..... Out of sight from the moon! .... I feel so full.
His sight provokes grumpiness debries are thrown at him in lumpiness he grows grevious and the passersby sees but someone mischievious
Ever seen a ghost? Ever seen a ghost's shadow? If it existed it would be the nicest freakiest thing i guess it would be white,
From A Distant
That distant stare carries lots of flux her aura creates subtle feelings the look on her face augurs well though we seem like jupiter an mars
I rejected a pleasant night under the twilight with the comfort of the sweetest angels..., piles of pearls i turned away..., stole for you the nicest bouquets...
I know how it feels the smell of the nile the taste of the air the caress of the sun
I endure and wait for that day when the land would be trully green. When men would find pleasure before the moon an sun when men would doubt not that stars are made of fire
The Sky Is Falling
The view have been ruined noise of clattering can be heard i can see the cloud just above my head it is barely beyond my reach
I Saw An Angel
It had been a long and weary day going to bed at midnight darkness overhauled my little room and sleep had eluded me.
Love Has A Face
Can there be eyes without a face? Can there be sight without a gaze? We say love is blind so love has a face
I endure and wait for that day
when the land would be trully green.
When men would find pleasure before the moon an sun
when men would doubt not that stars are made of fire
when the wall would be transparent as air
when the lion will be confronted by the chicks
when houses would stand on water and men walk on it
when men shall feel the spin of the earth
when men shall move headlong