Who is Delumozie Sandra Uche

She was born on 20th May, 2002. A Nigerian writer who believes she lives to write. She wrote her first published short story at sixteen years. Have won many prizes to her credit She is from Obosi, Anambra State. She is currently an undergraduate....
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Delumozie Sandra Uche Poems

  • Love Has A Colour
    Love Has A Colour

    Roses are for love
    & a red colour to epitomize it ...
  • I Don't Know Love
    I don't know love
    Is it the uninvited cobwebs clinging on to the walls of my heart?
    Is it the unexpected breeze that blew the feelings I left to dry on the sun away?
    Is it the lazy child that could not park dirt but swept in hollowing butterflies beneath the chairs of my belly? ...
  • The Way I Love My Boyfriend
    The way I love my boyfriend
    Is the same way flies love to petch on foods
    Hovering around, clinging and not letting go
    ...
  • One Who Reads Poem
    Skylines from a skylight
    Brushed our eyes with curiosity,
    Undressing poetry
    Will saturate our desert eyes ...
  • One Who Reads Poem
    Skylines from a skylight
    Brushed our eyes with curiosity,
    Naked pictures of poems
    Will unveil hidden intentions. ...
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Anonymous: She Will excel, i mean that i can see her getting to the top by the rate she is moving
Didier : I love your style. From Kenya
I_am_a_writer: You need a mentor
But you are trying, with a mentor you will bloom
Ezekiel: A young rising great writer, this is what our country needs...young talents
MaryCynthia: She's a budding poet, keep the light shining
Empress : Great budding poet

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Andrew Lang Poem
Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
 by Andrew Lang

Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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