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The hypersensitive child

I hear the mumbles and whispers 
I hear you say I am a broken fry
And I am weird when I laugh or cry
I know you know where babies come from
And imprints shouldn't be abnormally formed
For me, epigenetics didn't skip a turn.

I am a crude combination
Of the worst, you can ever mention
So your assumptions are not fictions
Though, I am not meant for mockery
Neither do I expect your sorry
I am still me, not a forgery.

Can I crave your indulgence,
As I take you through my trance,
Themed, "the scary entrance" ...
Most fetus growing in the uterus
Sense their parent's splendid love,
All I sensed was a holy terror

Coming from two adults fighting.
In the bump, I was frightened
Their utterances were words too many
The pains I felt were hard to bear
I tried to run away from the fear
But each time I did, it reappeared.

I can't say who was right or wrong
Nor who first spat the bitter tongue
For they both played an unpleasant song..
In it, drowning the fragile fetus
Hence for the fear, I metamorphosed
Into shell traits that best fits us,

Just like falling objects to gravity
My weird hypersensitivity
Was expressed from such calamity.
Now tell me, to what extent
Can your words make me feel hurt
When I know the source of my defects

And tragically, nothing I can do
Especially when I was birthed so
In spite of that, to love my parents too...
Finally, I can barely seep at night
Knowing an unborn, would pick up the fright
From pregnant parents who just love to fight.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Twice Broken: Tears of Adedamola

Have you seen my Enyinanya !
His heart is where my life lies
Supplier of stomach butterflies
Nanya is the air I breath
My sugarplum, so I thought….
Until clogs fell off my eyes.

I went through hell for him
I drained my blood for him
The love I showed was extreme
Loving the rhythms in his hymns
A fugitive I became for him
And an enemy to my family…

For his flight, I gave him feathers
And medicines when he shivered
All I saw was love not obvious blunders
We were meant to be stupid together
And not the type of friends and lovers
That come around only in fair weather.

Through thick and thin he vowed to stay
Assuring me to watch my head and tail
Praying that God should copy my clay
And gift us a beautiful Angel some day
Yet he chose to go the other way,
My love and our bump he betrayed…

All I became was a vase of regret
With tall shadows of the past
Building large tents in my heart
I have forever chosen to detest
And will never forgive nor forget
The beast I once loved and lost!

I was broken mentally to bones
Nine months gone all alone
Happy I made me a clone
A beautiful Princess for a throne
But each time I look at her eyes
The hate of Nanya shows up in my heart!

I was nothing but a pregnant cloud
All seasons, I cried out loud
Compelling God to take my life
Staring at her while holding a knife
I wondered what would become of her
Putting her in the way of harm…

It is like I hibernated in a hole
She gave me a reason to pick up hoe
For the morrows I bent to sow
But today dies before tomorrow
Sprouting forth from sorrows
And the wet tears in my pillow

Not pillow but precisely
Rags and cartons beside me
Gathered under the bridge
And sometimes found digging ridge
If suffering ever had a badge
I was its school of knowledge

No roof over our dirty heads
But claws of pain left as scars
Inside and outside of me;
I am Adedamola but where is,
The crown mixed with riches?
ijiya!!!!

Now I am not talking about love
But a life hijacked to solve
Most times we had pots and stove
With no food, but where do I go?
When all I know and,
The road home forbids me!

I know that a rose that lost it pedals
Can bloom again but my hopes are decayed
And gone to the great beyond…
If my reality is a scary dream
The dreamer will pass on
Way before he tries to scream

If only I could turn back the hand of time
I would have skimmed off long time ago
And now the pain I have to forever bear
Is an utterance that ends with a hiss
Being a victim in an accident scene
Nanya the driver and Kiki casualty.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Amaryllis

You are a Swan, sweetest of wine
Beauty of a peacock, an immortal luck
The carnation in ample of an apple
And a sparrow of the Cupid’s arrow.

Soft like fur yet a tiger’s claw
Conjuring orchid from the air you breath
I must say; blessed be the day you were born
Behold! No entity has ever seen such a soul.

You are a mix of Heather and Rose
An Aphrodite’s seashell is that you hold
Time will fly, and the fox skin may fold
But, your beauty will forever remain like the sun above!


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The era of mist

At times I wish I could brag
About a white greenish flag;
Symbolizing endowment
Meant to be inherited…

Soil, air and underground
Blessed with the best ever found
Trenches infantry was born
And to die for its honor,

All the edges are bloodstained
Heroes past will be ashamed
By each dawn, we sink deeper
Catching cruise with the fever…

Patriotism must stay green
Ultimately, I agree
But the love, the strength and faith
I ought to serve with is late.

Looking at the lofty bags
And millions of dirty rags…
Promises float high like mists
We can see but never reach

The suffering in the land
Has totally gone out of hand
Yet we sell our votes and soul
To the bloody dirty pol…

Birthright they claim while they rep
Deaf they play and never help
Corruption trends without fear
Gulping now and future share

At times I wish I could brag
About a white greenish flag;
But I have lost faith and hope
In both the old and the whelp.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachuwkwu

Caduceus and sawbones

I have tried to fix the broken allure
And was the only one obeying the laws
I have had hopes in hopeless times
I guess this place is not of mine..

Now I hear the calls of the white rain
And the cravings of my hot vein
I know all that the ancients say
About the hunter that lost his way

It isn’t worth it, if it leaves my hand
So worryless of that I left behind
To catch the horse, follow the neigh
Truth is bitter, this city is a fray

No disrespect to my background
But I rather my own kind of way
Not dancing underneath the sun
Whereas my destiny loiter in soil.

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Onyeche Vincent Onywkachukwu

On your sickbed

Wish I knew tricks
evading the demise
before it knocks,
it is you I will hide,
breaking shadows and scythe
right here on earth.

I wish I had
firsthand information
of He who baked
all breath, and the oceans
I would come proposing
on your behalf…

I wish I had
powers to control time,
I shall rewind
timelines right on my palm
solving your health issues
will be my aim…

I wish I had
power to heal the sick
and not just shed
tears, through the thin and thick
watching you go
grey there on a sickbed.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Beyond sane minds

There are people 
who are crumbled
Gone bananas
losing marbles

Seeming normal
but in a mess
Each time their mind
is put to test

Some are nutty
as a fruitcake
And may not know
Is all it takes

There are people
with ropes and knifes
Guns and poisons,
taking their lives

Some are confused
so lost within
Some regular
with wetting chins

See, life is hard
there ain’t no doubt
But in the dark,
mind is the light

And ought to be
A docile sea
Where storms may come,
But wait and see

For droplets lost
will be renewed
And even when
you’re feeling blue

Fallen to pieces,
Or ship capsized
Do not think of
shutting those eyes

Should you be a
giver of pain
I guess you have
to change that name

Not all insane
roam in the streets
Help those you see,
regain their sights.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


Breathless Desire



Floating on a broad dimension
Drowning at the smell of portion
Can it be straight; ray motions?

Because I can’t comprehend
Why beginnings seem like an end
Heebie-jeebies! it freeze or bend

Even when tested by distance
Lightening may not stand a chance
Traveling farther in a glance

But like dragonfly with six legs
That can not walk; and square pegs
In round holes, there goes the lungs

On pins and needles, getting high
Seeing the apple of an eye
So breathless, becomes of her.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hazel’s diary: Forever heart


Life has no manual but a daughter
That would one day become a mother
But before the bloom hits her flower

I play catcher with her all the time
Reciting old and new nursery rhymes
She is my kid, my friend and a gem

Just like sunshine to the moonlight
My face she brightens and mood she lifts
Laughing like a drain all day and night

All in one and a heart warmer
Privileged am I, as a father
To a truly beautiful daughter

She makes me feel a certain way
While watching her grow everyday
Into a beautiful art of clay

One day she may outgrow my lap
And the ride she does on my back;
All I know is; our love will never slack.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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