Ogu Henry Chijioke8888
Biography of Ogu Henry Chijioke8888
Name of Poet: Ogu Henry Chijioke
Nickname: Artist Henryc
School: In Federal Polytecnic Nekede, Owerri, Nigeria.
Pesonal Intrest: an Artiste (a musician) , a poet, and naturally good at Portriat.
State of Origing: Umuosinta, Amuzi, Obowo L.g.a, Imo State
Date of birth: 7/11/1991
2go: Henryc4real or Chijioke1888
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Ogu Henry Chijioke8888 Poems
The sky is that space above the earth, like a sea, The sky is there you can see when you look up, Where clouds and the sun appears in the day,
The Succubus (The Whore In My Dream)
It was a Whore Dressed in a Formal attire Standing by my door The volcano of my burning desire
Wind Of Justice
My creator come clean up my tears, Still don't know why I live in fears, Thinking up everyday but no one cares, Your voice alone I'll give my ears.
The Begger Blessed Me
Perhaps, her mother can not see, She walked, out of a million, streight to me. To plead hear needs and teas on me, She said some words and held my knee
Sonnat 4: Please Forgive
Please forgive with wide love but little kind hate, Judge not by fault in the past of thy deeds. The crown can call of the wrongs slautered in fate, My heart would listen to those painful slow Judes Indeeds.
Elizbeth The Flower Girl
She is like Number one in the abyss of care, Like rain from the sky, she might have fell from the clouds. Too many questions, but all answers in her eyes, Insearch of her wings, of her words that do mesmerise.
Walking on the verge of fame, People perfecting on the names of shame. Brutalised hearts bleeding in the games they frame, Always blameless in the times of blame.
Lamentation Of A Poor Lover
Every other one wishes you were theirs, But me alone you belong to, for years. They want to love you on their own best ways To lay you on their bed of Roses, to hurt you with love, care and kiss.
Words Of The Beholder
Beautiful but not too beautiful, As beautiful as a blazing black bird. Black but not too black, As black as the sun way word.
Elegy To My Dad 'Reginald Eke'
THere rests his soul under the greens of the earth, The man unknown to furtune and fame, Slow through the church-way path, his birth, Along the heart, and there he came.
Dear New Lover
I am told that true love hurts O yes, new lover, true Love flirts In the tender hands of love There your heart Roves like a dove
Princess Where Is Your Love?
Never did she wanted to cry Till she tried and people heard her smile A black dark sun found on a brown beautiful day walking with fear even on her birthday
Sonnet 2: The Game Of The Eyes
She had a black and blue eyes, flowered with joy Brighter than diamond it mesmerised me, as a boy That was her pride deep down inside, call it toy
Sonnet: A Disant Fight Of Peace.
I was sitted in the dark shadow of my room When i heard a distand boom in the middle of a doom This made my soul, bubble up in doubtless gloom My heart was inhaled and my pen was my Broom
The Root Of My Heart
Deep inside my heart is her, who nurtured me for nine months
And gave me life, breath
Dee inside my heart is her, she who never stoped thinking about us
Who always i trust,
In hard times of cause.
Deep in my heart is her,