okoye charles

Rookie - 2 Points (12th Febuary,1988 / Onitsha)

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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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  • Surbhi Bawaria (ahana) Surbhi Bawaria (ahana) (3/2/2012 12:54:00 PM)

    you r very talented....a good writer too....

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  • Phillip Knox (2/26/2012 6:49:00 PM)

    I like this poem too okoye. Makes me think of that song, I bless the rains down in Africa.

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  • Phillip Knox (2/26/2012 6:45:00 PM)

    I like this poem. you're very talented. Thank you for sharing.

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  • Roy Allen Roy Allen (2/25/2012 3:41:00 AM)

    I have not been to Nigeria but I have been to Zambia and I found that I could relate well to your poem. It was both graphic and eloquent. Thank you for submitting it
    Roy

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Best Poem of okoye charles

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.

It is like the grave, the stony tomb,
that imprisons our bones forever in its' iron grip.
Love is not like the mother's womb.

Little ones on dark night, see not the cruel goon,
who with silence rage, into the lustful heart does slip.
Only to depart at the ninth moon.

Foolish men who frolicked with the pleasant doom,
and learn, too late, the waning infautation they do keep.
Love is not like the mother's womb.

Wild rose, in ...

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