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Dried River

Like tides to the winds, like string to the beads
Selflessness and I, are like birds and sky

I am a river, natural giver
I feel fulfilled watering a field…

Grasses I rescue do always pull through
But my own story is always scary

Either by deceit or lack of merit
Gravity seems to, on me have a toll

Yet, relentlessly I pour all of me
To the core values of both old and new,

When they come for more, and I always pour,
While giving my all, I do bruise my walls

Upon exposure, I keep composure
But deep inside me I cry while I bleed

For with my last blood all I can afford
Is my dignity and integrity

Aquatics blame me, a great thirst kills me
No one thus know this, I give yet they hiss

True, all is not well, but who do I tell
That the great river, dearly needs water.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Beautiful Disaster

I have seen mountains boil coughing out volcanoes
Consuming every, both the young and old
Pouring down rage, exquisite and bold.

I have seen dark wraths tear humans apart
Without mercy or an atom of sympathy
Expunging all including fossil identity.

I have seen the sky unleash its thunder
Releasing trouble rains, mists, fogs and dews
But the best of their tranquil I saw was you.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: Wonderful Daughter

You are such a beautiful Princess
Peaceful from birth, you are a wonder
My pride, my child, my lovely daughter

The best of astonishment Earth ever graced
From your tender eyes the heavens loom through
To see the secret of the blooming rose trees.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The naked truth

I so love my crayon
I always rub it on
Sliding from head to toes
On both friends and foes..
My curves commands inks
Toxic in wools and silks
My body is like a sea
Open for all to see…

Hide your fine sugarcoat
Each time I fail to float
Emptying into streams
Contrary to your dreams;
I am not just a nude
But a different brood
A perfect sincere art
Visible to blind bats.

Erotic as I seem
I filter not a thing
To favor fine pictures
Of the ugly vultures
Many artist complete
Developing a cheat
But I remain the truth
Naked and firm as roots.

They oblige me to dress
Into clothes they present
Most especially those
With skeletons in cupboards;
Ash I get from same folks
Who call my art a joke
But I come back to life
Each time the sun arise.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s Diary: 3months old

Blood can never be broken nor bent by any pandemic
In you is the gene that can not be mimicked
By Tom, Dick and Harry or mere platonic…

Like larvas metamorphoses to butterflies
It is indeed so beautiful how fast time flies
Seems as if you grow every time I blink my eyes

Soon you will no longer crave for mom’s breast milk
A big girl from a version of great microcosmic
I can’t wait to see you become a classic chic.

Through the Aisle, to bearing children of my link
But today you are three months old still sucking milk
As my tender replica, mirror image and palindromic

I couldn’t have chosen a better first fruit other than you
Together we will go on adventures when the time is due
Intriguingly exciting they are to be, that I promise you.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Corona: Sonnet for help

It seems that soon there will be no use of laws
For the streets are gradually growing claws

Not just the walking dead but human flaws
So we stay lockdown waiting for the rain to pour.

Many homes have leaking roofs and broken doors
Well, let’s not go to the sad welfare of the poor…

We will never forget in a hurry, a red world
And the year the air we breath become a rod

Striking not only those who went on tour
But unleashing the wrath of hell on every and all

Legends might call it, ‘humanity downfall”
Millions of people die in this invisible brutal war

And every day, we stare at the Heavens asking God
To forgive us; and to just, heal the world.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Motivation by Neemat x Vinz

They keep striking I keep running.
To keep moving on, I keep loving

All the notions of emotions,
No intention of separations.

Empty I am without your arms
Keeping me from all venoms and harms

My strength they drain, so I derail
But like a ray, you shine off the greys

You make me smile, each time I frown
Like birds I fly no touching down

It’s a weight not light to lift
Up I pick it with you in eye sight

And when tears gush I just keep hush
For you are such a motivation.

©2020 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com and Neematdairy@wordpress.com

Idara Neemat + Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Happy 1st wedding anniversary to us

Eighty is the minimum in my head
When I think of the years up ahead

We will celebrate more anniversaries
I will never forget your delicacies

All of which always keeps me fit
Nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat

Everyday I am with you, brings me to my goals
To you, I surrender my body and soul

You are my home, where my heart is
For you I wear my heart on a sleeve

Your presence warm the cockles of my heart
I thank the Heavens, you crossed my path.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

My kind of love

My love is not exactly what you think
I may not fall so easy and quick
But when I do, I fall deep to sink.

My love is more than kisses and hugs
It is more than sex, but sparks for plugs
That gives an energy that last long…

My love is not easy to comprehend
If it had a color it wouldn’t be red
It is more than Val’s Day and friends…

My love is not to fend off loneliness
Neither for only sweet tenderness
But for improving our togetherness…

My love is not, for ones, boring though
Childishness in me will always show
But let’s build us so we can glow.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Shaped by love

Until I met you, my heart was formless
And in total mess crashing all the crew…

I give all to you, my rhythm and tune
I am like a room empty without you.

I have never voiced, the three little words
It was neither an option nor a choice,

I had weak links at the left of my chest
At same time, no strength, void, I couldn’t blink…

Then you shone a light, expunging darkness
Moulding, nonetheless; directing my path

And through your tunnels you shaped me to glow
Like hot ore that flows through the blast funnel…

If the truth be told here, the only shape that
Truly fits my heart, is your love, my dear.

©2020 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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