Tochukwu Ezebube is a passionate poet and founder of Poem Collections. With a deep love for African verse and a commitment to sharing diverse poetic voices, Tochukwu curates a rich tapestry of poems that celebrate the beauty of words from Africa and around the world. Join him on this poetic journey at Poem Collections, where the magic of language unfolds.
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Mapmaker by Beatriz Badikian-Gartler
I am Eratosthenes’ heir — the librarianwho measured earth. He took an obelisk,a well, the sun, and made a triangle:geometry, simple and accurate. A cartographer of sorts — I measureearth with words. I have drawn roadsand made them impassable. I have laidrailroad tracks to serve as escaperoutes. I have surveyed rivers andseas by touch and taste….
Analysis of cactus by Jean – Joseph Rabearivelo
BACKGROUND OF THE POET Jean – Joseph Rabearivelo was born in 1901 in Antananarivo, Madagascar. He was the only child of his mother. He was educated at Catholic mission school, and his desire to study more earned him an improvement in French language. After graduating from college, he worked as a proof – reader for…
Animal Crackers by Richard de Zoysa
“Draw me a lion.”So I set my pento work. Produce a lazy, kindly beast . . .Colour it yellow. “Does it bite?”“Sometimes,but only when it’s angry—if you pull its tailor say that it is just another cat . . .”But for the most part, indolent, biddable,basking in the sun of ancient pride. (Outside, the sunlight…
To a Friend on the Eve of May 1858 by Guido Gezelle
Once I see the flowery wreaths of May,the month of love for Mary and her Child,the month of love for thee, my pious friend,the month of love of poetry, more sweetThan love to both our blended loving hearts!Once more I see thee, glorious month, ascendTriumphant in the skies, whom first of allMy eyes did greet…
His whale, his bulwalk by Derek Walcott
To praise the blue whale’s crystal jet, To write, ‘O fountain!’ honouring a spout Provokes this curse: ‘The high are humbled yet’ From those who humble Godhead, beasthood, verse. Once, the Lord raised this bulwark to our eyes, Once, in our seas, whales threshed, The harpooner was common. Once, I…
Poem: Come Away, My Love by Joseph Kariuki
Come away, my love, from streetsWhere mankind eyes divide,And show windows reflect our difference.In the shelter of my faithful room rest. There, safe from opinions, being behindMyself, I can see only youAnd in my dark eyes your greyWill dissolve The candlelight throwsTwo dark shadows on the wallWhich merge into one as I close beside you….