Category Archives: Synecdoche

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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Life; the doorway

You only
Get one chance through the
Door called life

Ignore the
Texture of the frames
And doorknobs

Ignore size
And wall space, focus
On purpose.

Ignore all
Accessories of
The thresholds.

Door to door
Distractions will come
It is true

Always know;
One thing is certain;
The door slams.

Do not stand
Nor spy; keep moving
Via the door

With goals; reach
Through and through to
Enrich you

Not door frames
And doorcases, they are
All add-ons.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

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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.

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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.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Broken; sharp words

No harm, no wrong
Your promise sunk
With the same tongue
you kiss and lick

You have spoken
ill to my heart
Now am broken
scattered apart

Beyond a seal
I even bleed
Beyond a heal
I leak indeed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Ode of earth

Can I crave your indulgence
To take you all, back in time
When the world was large and just
A virgin newly formed from dust…

Ancients we may name her now,
Then, She was freshest of nouns
For everything about her body
Had the taste of milk and honey.

Treasures and laws; irregular orders
Hence, for fleshy greed of genders
She became as loosed as a mush.
Didn’t the Creator stand and watch,

While emperors ripped and tore her pants
Grabbing all her succulent body parts
Ramming and raping her brutally….
Well; She spread and moan in jubilee.

All the ill they did her, She did not charge
They even stole her lands, wide and large
Building up the wealthy family roots
While the pure and just, fell and rot.

The ancient days, that once were
Filed its knives for striping her wears
And when they did, she echoed their tales
Singing; great warriors, who never fell.

Innocent necks these great warriors slit
She called weaklings, cowards, and unfit.
To all their tears that came in as flood
She open her mouth and swallowed the blood.

From colored dye, time removed the chrome
Like menstrual cycles; her off has come
The echoes of her voice now resounds
No more violence please, no more bloods

Seems she has seen all parts of the movies
She now distinguishes friends and enemies
Coming to her full senses about existence
She speaks against excuses and false pretense

For these current days, the terrorist
Have same fanatical mayhem mentality
That emperor of ancient rocks had swung
But She says, I’m time, I always change.

©2019 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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.

©2019 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Best mirror

The best of mirrors is a true love
Upon reflections, the world revolve
Each time I remember life is short
I sum up courage to outsmart death
Not because I am a great warrior
But because of my lovely mirror
And that mirror is you my dear
Loving you makes me conquer fear.

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

Poem by a skeleton

Whence the leaves fall, done are the deals
Effing and blinding on shredded cruise.
Whence the dreams end, nothing feels real
Erasing memoir, scar and bruise.

Whence the clay breaks, no light, no ill
Everything goes, you will not know
Whence you see you, just lying still
Each and everyday in the hole.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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