Uche Nwanze Poems

How can you sleep at night when I am hurting.
How can you carry on as if I don't exist.
How can you go on like you don't care.
How can you wear a smile on your face when I shed a million tears for you.
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I can't stop this love
I can't fight this feeling.
I can't hold this emotions.
I can't hide it anymore.
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No matter what happens, I will always be by your side.
No matter what happens, I will always stand by you.
No matter what happens, I will walk the long road with you.
No matter what happens I have got your back.
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What happens in your world, rocks my world.
Your world, a mirror to my world.

When you smile, you bring sunshine to my life.
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Since I was a toddler, I have been good not bad.
I tried not to be naughty but nice.
I didn't pout for once or cry.
Even while I sleep, I wait.
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As I battle in the theatre of my dreams thoughts racing like the Ferrari on the highway. I ponder at the midnight stars thought running riot like thirsty zombies. I wait pregnant with hope for sleep to pay me a visit. Endless wait do I seek for her appearing, in eternity I pace like a man whose wife is in the delivery room. I tread like a thread on a haystack, looking for answers if the moon could whisper to my waiting ears. To the ceiling I stare counting my ABC like a kindergarten pupil, still my eyes like a rolling dice two sixes. My heart pounding, a landmine is about to be stepped on.
Why has my troubles journeyed with me to my bed. Why has my worries chosen to taunt and haunt me. Why has my fears decided to vaunt her victory. Why has my doubts become my jailer. When will she come knocking. With bathed breath i wait as the day swallows night.
I will be pregnant with hope as I drown in my thoughts, I pray Sleep comes visiting.
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Nature cries in anguish, the Creator's heart bleeds at the wickedness of his creation
In the beginning he made them male and female
Yellow, Black and White like the colours of the Rainbow he created them
In his image he created mankind, the creator is yellow, Black and White
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The weight upon his shoulders his broad shoulders bear.
He bears the brunt of all that is laid bare.
Of sterner stuff, made of steel yet soft like wool.
A firm hand, the rod he will not spare.
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Who needs a Heart when it doesn't beat for someone.
Who needs a Life, when there is no one to live for.
who needs an Expedition when there is no treasure to dig for.
Who needs a pot of gold when there is nobody to adorn.
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The story of a Son, Came He from the Heavens, a carpenters son we knew him.
Mother wasn't a Dame, a simple maiden betrothed to the town's Carpenter. A virgin who was with child, not of mortals but of the celestial.
Mankind a Lame duck, clutching to a straw.
Choose He to gift humanity immortality.
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