An ode to the fallen ones, whose voices may never be heard. … More Fallen Hero
To our lost childhood… … More Before the war
I came across a little girl at a teenage church program, and I was puzzled and fascinated by her. Her name was ‘Aanu’ (that’s what her mama told me) . For a long time I couldn’t take my eyes off Aanu. Not because something was different about her, but because I was dazed at how … More Autism Awareness day!
Happy mother’s day to our champions and super amazing moms all over the world! You mean the world to us, and I dedicate the poem below to all super moms out there. ❤👑👏 To those special women out there, That are the treasures we hold so dear, Those whose hands have provided care, Those whose … More Dear mother
Love knocked at my heart’s door, I tossed it to the floor. Love knocked again, I shut it out the rain. Love knocked me down, I’m the new lover in town. An emissary of love, I preach the gospel of love. Love is pure, Love can cure. Love is an act of charity, Love is … More February The Love Series.
Dear Lover, Your soul never grows old, It’s evergreen. Your smile never fades from, My memory. Our love from seventeen, Would never be history. Because our love is not valentine, It will pass the test of time, And like a rose, Blossom in due time. Ella Chikezie 2017© #FebruaryTheLoveSeries Follow and like this page on … More February The Love Series.
You make me smile, You make me laugh, You are my star, You light up my world. When I am lost, Your love finds me. It construes my thought, It caresses my heart, It consumes my soul, And makes me whole. Ella Chikezie 2017© #FebruaryTheLoveSeries Follow … More February The Love Series.
Upon these carved woods, I sit, adjusting my boots. I drink in the shade of green grass, And inhale the scent of your fragrance. Out in the sun, you lay on wet grass. My eyes slowly absorbs your body mass, Encompassed in glittering caramel, And popping deep rich melanin… The wind whizzes by, they sing … More February The Love Series.
Finally wrote my first poem for the new year. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. As an under aged child, I had always lived free and wild. Understanding life as something mild, To life’s nitty gritty details, I was blind, So I never took important things to mind. … More As I come of Age
HOPE. For days I laid in agony, Ruptured cells multiplied with an alarming harmony, Gladly yielding to the disease symphony, Gradually slipped I, into perpetual melancholy… My bones … More Hope.