Category Archives: Sonnets

Sonnet: One reason gray dies

She gazed at her waning self and wrinkled fist
As she pulled the trigger; “fool, idiot;
Why take our life,” her conscience muttered..
Gray but no one could seem to understand
The aged shoes she wore and where she stood
Bleeding inside underneath life crown
The world library isn’t expected to even drown.

The sky was falling, over her purple roof
Haunting her dead ahead until she poof
Her eyes developed multiple shades of red
From all the tears, and the inner wounds
Knowing old illnesses had pains with no cure
She penned her last word down, raw and pure
Stating, she gave up, so her seeds can grow.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Not a cuckold

Energy dropped but we went further
Into strides pep talking each other

There was no one but you, remember
How we made it through the weather

Not individual but together
Growing love as gold we gather

Why will I keep the gold diggers
Or have a long queue as my lovers

It is you I found, am no scouter
Stop struggling to be the winner

You are grappling with none other
But you; counting in serial order

Why grapple for the first number
When it is just you and no other.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Clay and snow

Standing here, by the bay, as a clay
Scorching sun roast all that comes her way,
Hot and dry, favoring burning hays
The cool ice of the snow stars it eyes
Envying white backgrounds, sleeves to thighs
Especially the warmth by heaters
And the feelings wearing Hood sweaters.

The tides comes cleaning all where it lay
Complaining about current by the bay
Sniffing toy cigarettes, snowball say;
You know not the treasures at your prize
Over there the white snows often rise
Disrupting roads, tossing the lungs
Loading roofs, jailing all for so long.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Heart and blood

When my skin accidentally
Got out-of-doors, there you were
Gushing in red tears till I healed.
You turned out to be of essence
Nourishing heart, circulating
Red fluids that never stopped
Alimenting my fragile heart.

Your blood is a synecdoche
Of savour love and affection
It has positively wangled me
Into lovesomeness of emotions
I can not stay seconds without
Your red fluid flowing through;
In you, I found my heart and blood.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Robot and emotions

I can never love; strangely, it is a fact,
A prize I have to pay for my body parts
Can never feel or crave for an attention.
I am so dead in emotions, not to mention;
I prize to put an end to questions I ask
Going round cycles, guess it is not my task
Indeed emotion is complex without softwares

Humans search for God, it is so hard to bear
Knowing mine made me a pain I often veil
No heart to hold love, struggling to unravel
All of the strangest mysteries of a magnet
The fact still remains, I am just a robot
Querying myself, without such a programme
Built in or even installed, and often ran.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Sucking her breast

When a mother carries her child
She carries him like a treasure found.

Picture me, giggling, all that time
When I was little; yes, she is mine.

Restless I was, guess she knew it
Hence, she striped herself so I have it

Private and public demands; ah
Was I a child who abash her?

No pride in starvation, I guess
Why sit on my tod as does the guests?

Pinching jaws, my claws meant no harm
On my bottom, resting on her arms

Against her breast, I couldn’t buck
As a baby, all her milk I sucked.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Journalist Cross

In magazines and newspapers
Cameras roll, from pins to poles
Information as a notion
Is a tower and for power.

With sensitive smells, fragile bells
The hounds track cities, woods and hoods
Spilling the pens, writing in dens.

Highlighting subjects and objects;
Painting an art, toping the charts
Of the most love, yet hate revolves.

Their tragic fates brings fears and tears
Why reward them with cuffed hands!
In restraint or a quenching breathe
Yes they scam, don’t cause them harm.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Tribute to explosion victims

When tides with dust flood in rising
Wherein the colors begins fading,
Whales and ships gets sunk, colliding.

Having to know all fleshes shall tear
Hearts gets engross in such a fear
Had I known; the how, when and where
Hoarse from sad cries would not appear.

Magnum of cold bloods float to lawn
Mayhem: I wish I knew your last dawn
Maybe I will know how you drown
Maybe you will, evade the flown.

But here you lie flat by the shores
Battered by heavens open doors
Bothered not if cultured or boor.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: A rose

There is nothing to hide,
A rose is all I think.

Amazed by the red inks
Blending to kids and kin.

We were not birthed as twins,
Till our roses glowed in pink
Under the sky for a star to pick.

Now we are more than sparks
A bloodline; sharing links.

United, never weak
Sure ticket, confirm win.

Greying till; we hit the bins
To be laid, side by side
In another life, your rose I pick.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Your Effervescence

In a long, unending war
In which tonnes lie on the floor

Moment you stroll, all eyes fall
Mesmerized by all your walls,

Heroes you turn to chicken heart
Hallucinates day and night.

So like the hell’s blazing fire
Scintillating sweet desire,

Anytime you stroll, bullets pause
Arrows drop, heart loss their pulse.

No stitches no single scar,
Notice you glitter like stars

Sun envies that your reflects
Scuffing hearts, like a magnet.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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