Category Archives: Haiku

Haiku: Savoury Kiss

Your sweet awesome kisses
Have renewing experiences
Of savour that they brings.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: Coarse harmattan voice

Flames and ices collide
Waning into harmattan
Voices catch the cold.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: Love Repeatedly

No man can reject
An available object
To solve a hard subject

Your empty leaflets
Are in need of sweet words
Let me write on it…

Our love history
With a nostalgic reason
For the next seasons

These inks never fade
Though they are heavenly made
I earned you by chance.

……’I will die for you’…
Still remains an only stance
On or off my glance.

While climbing your hills
A “wanna be” you called me
Till love fell on you…

And you turned to be
The glass for my nerdy eyes
…What a useful tool!

In your sweet love school,
I am stuck repeating
A class not to pass

Filling your empty leaflets
With a love haiku.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: Home for all

Earth is magical
It breath warm in the cockles
Of the living heart

Happiness unusual
With fresh air, water and fogs,
Wet rain and sunlight.

Beyond the crystal
Of the blue covering skies
Potentials ignite.

Floating high and tall
Over the blind world of seas
Home for all that breath.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: Seed grain

Make good use of drain
Success is but a seed grain
Planted while it rains.

Success will still come
Even if many failure looms
Along the way to tomb.

©2017 Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

#Haiku: Up

I have just a dream,
To be the cream of the crop
Stay up never drop.

Rough, smooth, up and down
I see myself, smile not frown
At the peak and brim.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

#Haiku: Dead inside

I never knew hearts
Where so clouded like an eye
Placed frozen in ice.

Frozen to dead stone
White and flaky as a snow
With an unusual flow…

How was I to know
That the breeze can never blow
When blood cease to flow.

Haiku – Fanatics

I’m irritated
By religion injustice
Holy extremist,

Sarcasms they fake,
To ’em, your cars need no break
Their ideas you must take.

They carry your cross
Deeply down in selfishness
You’re to ’em useless,

Argue not with ’em
Unless you’re one of ’em
Argue not with ’em.

They are myopic
And egocentric fanatics
Even in how they think.

Haiku – Love for Abacha

Pride of delicacy
Yellow stained with palm oil
Thin, long and whitish.

Africans run after-
-it, from age long, to Africa
Of nowadays too.

Our bloods don’t fade
Our culture and tradition
Is our heritage.

Before noodles era
Quick food came from
Cassava tubers.

Of which Abacha is
Something I can’t explain
Let store story tell.

It’s our grocery
You may not find it in malls
But a food for all

True African child.
Its sensation sterilises
That African blood.

Not a food like it
Thus, we call it in delight
Our African salad.

Haiku – the water glows

It was at night
I stood amazed staring at
The surface water.

Call it child’s play
What I saw was sugar sweet,
The lights ran around.

I stood so amazed
Feeling the disco over me
Running up and down.

Natural mimic,
Rotating in diamond shapes
I could see the stars.

Magical moments
The fishes shall theme it
Moonlight in the deep.

Disco in silence
I stood still for hours, staring
At the water glow.

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