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Kingsley Chibuike Poem
" SECRET GARDEN"
In twilight's hush, where shadows play
A hidden world awakens to the day
A secret garden, locked away
From prying eyes, in a silent way
The trees, like sentinels of old
Guard the entrance, tales untold
The flowers, like whispers, soft and low
Share their secrets, as the winds do blow
In this enchanted land, I find my peace
A refuge from the world's noise and release
A place where dreams and magic entwine
And the beauty of nature is forever mine
So let me tend this garden with care
And keep its secrets, hidden there
For in its depths, I find my own
Secret garden, where love is sown.
" FORGOTTEN PARTS"
In hidden corners, left behind
Lies a world of forgotten mind
Pieces of us, lost in time
Echoes of memories, no longer aligned
In secret places, we conceal
The parts of us, we choose to reveal
The fragments we've left to decay
Forgotten parts, faded away
In shadows cast, by our own light
We hide the truth, from plain sight
The whispers of our deepest fears
Forgotten parts, through all the years
But what if we, were to reclaim
These lost pieces, and bear the pain
To mend the cracks, and heal the scars
And find ourselves, near and far
For in embracing, our forgotten parts
We may discover, a brand new start
A chance to rediscover, and be whole
And find the beauty, in our soul.
"GENTLE BREEZE"
Softly whispers through the trees,
A soothing calm, a peaceful ease,
The gentle breeze, a sweet release,
Bringing serenity to all who cease.
With delicate touch, it rustles hair,
And stirs the leaves, without a care,
Its gentle sigh, a lullaby sweet,
As the world awakens, to its gentle beat.
In summer's heat, it brings relief,
A cooling respite, a gentle leaf,
That stirs the soul, and lifts the heart,
And fills the senses, with a brand new start.
So let the gentle breeze, whisper low,
And bring us peace, as the moments flow,
For in its gentle touch, we find our nest,
A sense of calm, where love finds rest.
Copyright © Kingsley Chibuike | Year Posted 2024
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Kingsley Chibuike Poem
My mother my mother
You are the only one I know
I don't have any other person
You raised me from childhood
You took care of me
You feed me when I am hungry
Now you have left me
Your death is painful to me
Mother why did you leave me
I cry day and night
Poeple mock me
The lay false accusations to me
My mother my mother
I will continue to pray for you
Rest in peace
Copyright © Kingsley Chibuike | Year Posted 2024
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Kingsley Chibuike Poem
"My Father Land":
My father land, a place so dear
Where memories linger, and love appears
A soil that nourished, a sky that smiled
Where my roots run deep, my heart beguiled
In every breeze, a whisper of the past
Echoes of laughter, love that will forever last
The scent of earth, the warmth of the sun
My father land, where my journey's just begun
From mountains high to valleys wide
My father land, where my heart resides
A place of solace, a place of pride
Where my soul finds peace, my spirit inside
In every rock, a story's told
Of struggles, triumphs, and moments of gold
My father land, a treasure so rare
A heritage that's mine, a love beyond compare
So let me wander, let me roam
My father land, I'll forever call home
For in its embrace, I find my strength
My father land, where my heart finds length.
Copyright © Kingsley Chibuike | Year Posted 2024
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Kingsley Chibuike Poem
If I had known the road was rough,
I would have stayed when life got tough.
If I had known the storm would rise,
I wouldn’t chase the fading skies.
If I had known the friends would go,
And leave me standing all alone,
I’d hold the few who truly cared,
Before they vanished in thin air.
If I had known my words could cut,
I’d speak with love and close my mouth.
I’d weigh my speech, I’d guard my tone,
And never let harsh seeds be sown.
If I had known that time could fly,
I’d hug my mother, wipe her eye.
I’d hold her hands a little more,
Before she walked through heaven’s door.
If I had known the pain would stay,
From choices made in youthful play,
I’d choose the right, I’d flee the wrong,
I’d walk with wisdom all along.
If I had known my dreams could fade,
I’d chase them hard, not be afraid.
I’d take the leap, I’d stand up tall,
I’d try again each time I fall.
If I had known that love could break,
I’d treat each heart like glass that shakes.
I’d not pretend, I’d not deceive,
But love with truth and never leave.
If I had known what silence meant,
I’d speak before the moment went.
I’d say "I’m sorry," "Please forgive,"
And teach my heart how best to live.
If I had known that life is short,
I wouldn’t waste it chasing thought.
I’d live with joy, I’d dance and sing,
And value every little thing.
But now I know, and I have grown,
From every loss that I have known.
Tomorrow waits with brand new light,
To help me live and choose what’s right.
Copyright © Kingsley Chibuike | Year Posted 2025
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Kingsley Chibuike Poem
Today you're up, the world is near,
With smiles and praise you love to hear.
But winds can change without a sound,
And bring you crashing to the ground.
The beggar child you pass in scorn,
May wear a crown one hopeful morn.
The man who walks with dusty feet,
May own the land beneath your seat.
No one can tell what lies ahead,
The rich may beg, the poor be fed.
The healthy man may fall in pain,
While weak ones rise and rule again.
So treat each soul with gentle grace,
For time can shift in silent pace.
Today is loud, but who can say,
What comes with light the next new day?
Let's believe in God,
For he is the alpha and Omega.
His words are real,
He will guide us.
Copyright © Kingsley Chibuike | Year Posted 2025
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Kingsley Chibuike Poem
I gave my trust like morning gives the sun,
Believed your words would never come undone.
I held your promise close against my chest,
Not knowing lies were hidden in your breath.
You smiled so wide, but pain was in your wake,
A heart you didn’t build — you came to break.
I dreamed of joy but woke to silent tears,
Your absence louder than my deepest fears.
I walked with faith; you walked with secret plans,
My open hands met cold, unopened hands.
I thought you meant the things you used to say,
But empty hearts don’t choose to truly stay.
Disappointment came like sudden rain ,
And left behind a quiet kind of pain.
Copyright © Kingsley Chibuike | Year Posted 2025
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Kingsley Chibuike Poem
The Song of My Fatherland
I sing of my fatherland, bold and free,
The land that gave birth to you and me.
With rivers that flow and mountains so high,
Under the wide and beautiful sky.
I sing of the soil so rich and deep,
Where farmers sow and children sleep.
The sun shines bright, the rain falls kind,
My fatherland is one of a kind.
I sing of the trees that dance in the breeze,
Of birds that chirp in gentle peace.
The forest wide, the valleys green,
The sweetest sights I’ve ever seen.
I sing of the markets, noisy and full,
Of women strong, and voices cool.
Of roasted corn and peppered meat,
Of happy children in dusty streets.
I sing of the drumbeats loud and clear,
Of dancing feet that bring us cheer.
Of old wise men with tales to share,
Of cultures rich, beyond compare.
But I also sing of pain I see,
Of leaders blind to you and me.
Of youths who roam with empty hands,
Of hungry cries across the lands.
I sing of roads with holes and dust,
Of promises broken, of leaders we distrust.
But still, I hope, I still believe,
My fatherland has gifts to give.
I sing for peace, I sing for light,
For justice fair and equal right.
For schools with books and clinics neat,
For food to eat and shoes for feet.
Oh fatherland, I love you still,
Through every storm, through every hill.
May we arise, both strong and true,
And build a land for me and you.
Copyright © Kingsley Chibuike | Year Posted 2025
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