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Chinyere Michael Poem
Peace sought my heart,
Her calm touch, a gentle start.
Her care brought sweet relief,
Like cool rain upon dry earth.
The feeling of love and care,
The warmth of joy,
A solemn expression of happiness
She is a caregiver to weary souls.
With each new sun
Comes a brand-new start,
A new dawn of life
To take the knife from my hand.
Do not take peace for granted.
When she comes, she brings happiness;
She is the doctor of my soul,
And her love makes the heart whole.
Copyright © Chinyere Michael | Year Posted 2026
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Chinyere Michael Poem
The naked woman is lying
on the chocolate floor,
stretching her hand to meet
that of her lifeless child.
Look at her
the agony in her eyes
as she sheds her final tears.
"My child!"
she screamed in despair,
for the chances she missed
to love him more.
See his battered skull, like ogbono,
his skin like cassava.
What brutality is this?
A shredded piece of the land I fought for
Where is the mother land you speak of?
Where is the honey flowing?
I have searched a thousand years
for melted happiness.
I am no queen,
but Lord, dear Lord,
save this poor child.
Copyright © Chinyere Michael | Year Posted 2026
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Chinyere Michael Poem
When we sought a new world,
We looked courageously to the skies above,
To create an atmosphere of love
Where man could see and simply live.
When we sought a new world,
We scorned and laughed at the hate they bore,
The many troubles of hidden agonies,
And the daring competitions of life.
The man I know is not one of cruelty or hate,
But a man of genuine integrity and pride,
A man of virtue, with an eagle’s pride.
When Obi was a boy,
He played at hide and seek,
But now, in the new world we sought,
He is a man who lives for others.
Draw the sword to the heart of man,
Gaze at his face with lifted eyes
There, only sorrow you will find,
Hidden for a thousand generations.
The strong, independent fellow,
Who lives for his fellow man,
Who ignores his pain.
He barters his happiness for a flower’s smile.
Copyright © Chinyere Michael | Year Posted 2026
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Chinyere Michael Poem
When the cries of a baby come
Women dance to beating drum
Welcoming the child with smiles
Bringing powders in their styles
When the black baby smiles
He lights the way like fireflies
And leaves man grinning till he's blue
Holding his hand in his view
When the black baby grows
He brings joy wherever he goes
Playing games of hide and seek
Taking man’s name to the peak
When black baby becomes a man
He finds his way and brings forth Obian
Another black baby he bestows
Giving man all that glows
Copyright © Chinyere Michael | Year Posted 2026
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