Category Archives: Sonnets

Sonnet: Stepping stones to dive

Patiently, I waited for dews
A million miles from you
The mentality saddens me
Legit jobs, now a mockery…
But that I do on stepping stones
Until I dive into deep blue sea
To become as fresh as fish.

Picking from the bottommost
Treasures of reward at its best
On your fast lane dubiousness
You mock my steps and dryness
Saying I never would quench a taste
But you will unendingly thrust
In the sea of oozing wealth.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Safe tone

Unfiltered pictures slide
Just like fun, grabbing horns
I saw you, shy subdued
Until you, fell like dews..
Now I got sonant heart
No Prada, I wonder
How I won, a hone born.

No kobo, I fumble
“Silver spoon, will come soon”;
You said it, I trust it
Am lucky, to win keys
That unlocks best of lucks
With no health peril felt
By your side love I found.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Congratulated

After night, comes dawn
Yes; I lie, I will be fine
Under the footage of grey
And therewith sufferings
Tasted as honey sweetness
In the core of bitterness.
My foot turn cold
Feverish; I shiver
Terrified by the shadows
Crying a river
But something in me says;
Congratulate the moon
The night may be long
But dawn will surely come.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: 170219

Like fire, demons and hell
Blazing, I often err
Yes, am not an Angel.

Do not worry my dear
Sometimes I may not jell
Or answer the doorbell
The way love stories tell.

But, sharing love’s sphere
In nuptial hills and dell
I will always be there;

Marry me my lover
In you I see clearer
Your love remain sweeter
Than sweetest of sugars.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Heart Choices

Shivers; I fold,
Feeling so cold
On bed, I lay
By you all day.
You keep me warm
Under your arm
In raining times
Or harmattan
You steam winter
You chill summer
In all seasons
You give reasons
To love anew
And only you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Entrusting death

Death, I know that you can sting
Poison my wine, I will drink
For if I begin to count
The knives, arrows and bullets
You have put into my chest
The ears that hear will go deaf
For eyes that saw still shed tears.

Death, I know that you can bite Between those claws and white teeth
I give you reasonable doubts
Not because, am scared of you
Nor because, am weak to fight
But, that stinging bees build hives
And ants that bite, still build hills.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Wages of love

A good reward; grey
When love is due stays
Beautiful in shades
Bedazzling will never fade.

Shaped for, day by day
Wired to forever stay;
Smiling like Sun all the way.

For like the good grades
Joy shows on the face
No gold on the palm
But my wounds heals by love balm.

Young till the greyish age
May this love get its wage
Till eternity; so I pray.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Twenty second April (22-04-19)

It all began reluctantly
My trap caught fish in an ocean

Love at first sight, definitely
Grew in words and in actions

All the questions I asked gently
“Yes, I will”; that was the portion

Walking the aisle; seriously?
Baking cakes for celebration

Who would have guessed accurately
That you will be my possession

Good for me, emotionally
I had this strong obsession

My heart purring; affectionately
Without you; it ceases to function.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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Sonnet: Her soursop tone

When she laughs, her shoulder drops
Tonnes of orgasm in sweet sensations
Yet, no form of incessant penetrations
I can’t forget in a hurry where I belong
Soursops she drops on my dry tongue
Arguing with myself it must be
A blend of pineapple and strawberry

Tasting like banana and coconut mix
And sometimes pineapple and mango mix
Guess my soul developed and clamour
For her glamour and sweet flavor
There is this spirituality that atones
With mine in the manner she walks and talks,
Seems her peroration dispenses good luck.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Substance of black

All eyes envy
Pretty ebony

This is greater
Than a gender

It cut across,
Nations just trust

Whether pure breed
Or the hybrids

Sweet are the tales,
Hammering nails

Look at my kin
Same as my skin

Not just ravens,
Black is haven.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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