Onyi Ogwumike


Onyi Ogwumike Poems

1. I Think Its Over 12/10/2010
2. My Run-On Sentence 12/10/2010
3. Survey Lit,1st Period 12/10/2010
4. If The Sun Had Arms 12/10/2010
5. I Can'T Wait Till I Fall Asleep 12/10/2010
6. The Darker The Berry 12/10/2010
7. My Truth 12/10/2010
8. Ignorance Is Bliss 12/10/2010
9. Your Variation 12/10/2010
10. Cleaned Slate 12/10/2010
11. Cinnamon Sticks Staining The Etchings 12/10/2010
12. Alter Ego 12/10/2010
13. Phoenix Wings Ablaze 12/10/2010
14. Laugh 12/10/2010
15. Sun-Loved 1/10/2011
16. Questions To A Hated Love 1/10/2011
17. Like Sonata 1/10/2011
18. Laughter 1/10/2011
19. Jesica One S Missing 2/14/2011
20. Burning Bridges 2/14/2011
21. Just One... 2/14/2011
22. Lift Please. 2/14/2011
23. Miss Rouge To Theo 2/23/2011
24. Nothing. 3/2/2011
25. Museum Of Science And Industry Storm Exhibit 3/2/2011
26. Just A Teenager 3/2/2011
27. Theo To Miss Rouge 3/3/2011
28. My Forehead Pounds 3/10/2011
29. Freedom 3/10/2011
30. Fall 3/10/2011
31. Warmth 3/10/2011
32. A Great Death Hath Occurred 5/31/2011
33. Side Effects 5/31/2011
34. A Second Meeting 5/31/2011
35. Internal Battle I 5/31/2011
36. At Times... 5/31/2011
37. Night's Bliss 5/31/2011
38. No. I Don'T 5/31/2011
39. Good Times Past 9/2/2011
40. Pursuing Perfection 9/2/2011
Best Poem of Onyi Ogwumike

Gardening

Had these walls souls,
Would they sing of our gardens.
As my fences spread,
Parting in tense lust.
To plant my tulips
Upon your rich, dark soil.
Quickened breath bubbling in my veins,
I run my fingers through your tangles magenta vines of luxurious beauty.
Through your tripping heartbeat,
Which hops over its own two feet
Falling head first among my pulsing blossoms.
Our kisses reverberating off these walls,
Which,
Had they souls,
Would they sing of our gardens.

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I Think Its Over

A sigh of relief overtakes my soul.
My empty heart, raw and tired can finally close its blood-shot eyes in a temporary slumber.
Only to awaken once more to see another Paris knocking on Helen’s door.
It was a perilous journey but I can finally see your blood stained white flag flap on the horizon.
The sky blue with soot hanging in the air,
The sea crimson with tears flavoring its offspring.
You left me as a shell, without a trace of natural human emotion. Cold hard metal, rusting in the d

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