My name is John Chika Onyeme. I hail from Ndukwa West Local Government Area of Delta State. Am quite an amiable person; kind hearted, and have loving grandeaur. Teaching, reading, and writing are my hobbies.
The love for poetry has been existing in me since I was a kid, but being dyslexic, I could not show any thing for it until recently. I had to step on so many thorns to be that brilliant ... more »
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John Onyeme Poems
True Beauty of a Woman
I do know a young girl Full of womanliness, that verve Her heart full of such goodness No matter what, she never had rudeness
Don't Leave Me My Friend
How can this be my friend, That our friendship has end? How can this be true, When all I know is you?
How will I cry? This river has swallowed my tears My whole happy heart it tears Leaving my mouth to cry...oh why!
Your voice is too loud Always try to be calm Try to work things out Without fight or qualm
Yes, modern beauty in display The hot flaunt like I-don't-care There is so much to say About these babes we men dare
Your beauty is my luminary Dominating all my heart desire I would trade it not for all treasures Of all the seas and the lands on earth
I'm not perfect
You can punish me I deserve to be But try to see In my heart, I weep
Akpu, African Food
The heavy white joy! If you aint the one to marry the rich luscious Egusi soup, Then it wouldn't be a complete ambrosia
You kind and skilled thief, Stealing people's heart with your beauty Enchanting men who keep fighting over you As if it is a fight for life
Hey! Don't gawk at me like that I'm not a mad man like you're filthily thinking It doesn't matter if I clothe my being in fetid rags Judge me not by my ugly and poor look
Devil at Work
The work of the devil; Amorphousness among the churches, It reeks from twisting the Scripture. Twisted by those standing famous and respected at the pulpit.
So long I left my infanthood When my mind was a stainless snow When all I do was squelch my food, Play, cry, sleep and delight my soul
O yeah, do not breath loud Do it so cool Under the secrete cloud Of being a fool
You're shining endlessly in my heart, Glowing gracefully like the morning sun Taking my joy to its apogee With your gentle caress and smile
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True Beauty of a Woman
I do know a young girl
Full of womanliness, that verve
Her heart full of such goodness
No matter what, she never had rudeness
Her heart, like snow was pure
But she felt she had a sickness to cure,
Her face holds no sweetness,
That she felt she was worthless
She would preen all day
For her peers to see and say
That she was beautiful...
But no one saw she was beautiful...
Unlike her friends, admired by boys
And they stay, and play with them like their toys
But see, she was rarely looked at
If only they play with her like that
So she sat ...