Home » Poetical Subjects (Page 2)
Category Archives: Poetical Subjects
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.
(C) 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Jars of scars

A round of applause for my skin
That tells of places that I’ve been
The pinching pains witnessed and seen
As an adult and as a teen
Battles I won and didn’t win
Are fulcra of my flapping wings
I’ve been battered by troubled seas
Lost my feathers and lost my fins
Scratched by tiggers, smoked by kilns
Picking stains that can’t be cleaned
I’ve lost my nails in quaking scenes
Under the bridge is where I’ve been…
I’m a board of bruise and blisters
Gotten from sharks and accipiters
I’ve swam in the deadliest waters
Precluding weights on my shoulders
Shedding sweats and making blunders
I’ve bled on all stones and flowers
Even on same spots and corners
That gave me scars I remember
Round of applause for the monster
Who happens to be a painter,
I see him now as a teacher
And judge him not by his cover…
Lessons I learned from all my scars
Are never the same in my jar
Not even an exploding maar
Or scars firm as harmattan cheddar
Wider than oceans or dark as tars
Can stop me from loving these scars
Outward or within, low or high
On the verge of life’s draining bars
I don’t care if a trocar
Comes plucking off all I garnered;
A life lived without scars and chars
Is like being a stringless guitar.
© 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Acceptable apology

Wonder why it feels genuine
Tasting same as when brand new
Wonder why you act childish
Over something of no hitch
It is love and it is sweet!
Why ignore hello and hi
When you are weak to say bye
Why create steams over an ice
Criticizing cats and rats
Fighting for their own cravings.
Wonder why it feels genuine
Tasting same as when brand new
Wonder why you act childish
Over something of no hitch
It is love and it is sweet!
Forget who is wrong or right
There are better ways around
Why pull wools over your eyes
Locking yourself in a cage
When there are no blood nor scares
Wonder why it feels genuine
Tasting same as when brand new
Wonder why you act a fool
Over something clear to you
It is love and it is sweet!
And even when it hurts you
Sorry said several times
From the apple of your eyes
Shouldn’t be left by the side
Until hell begins to melt.
(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Date your spouse

Let us leave the past behind
And not dig out buried mines
There are things to hold on tight
All the way through day and night
These things are so significant
In stopping the unending fights
Like sorry said several times
Truly from a heart of repentance.
Be part of each other’s day
Appreciate them every day
Indeed it shows all love is
Yes, it rams and fixes the dents.
Silence is golden but it kills
Where conversation is a key
So please don’t stay glued to devices
Neglecting all sacrifices.
(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
vamoose

From an elusive concept
Of an abusive romance
I prefer clean pairs of shoes
Shown, than the blood from a fool.
How they both had butterflies
In their stomachs, I know not
But from afar I saw lights
And its sparkles shined so bright.
Coming from hearts, with just flight
And hormones that felt alright…
Now the sparks comes from the files
Sharpening blades of their knives
While those hormones excited
Are great sadists by neglects,
“I hate you” they now recite
Picking bruises, all day and night
Ring that binds can be untied
So walk out, for sake of life
There are an unending lists
Of late plebs, who stayed in it
People smile and giggle too
In same love that involves two
Kindly show clean pairs of shoes
You deserve happiness too.
(C) 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
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.
© 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
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.
© 2021 Http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Flower and honey

There is a song pleasant to ears
Sprouting from hearts and never ends
In it says of warriors, so strong
Yet the weakest in such a song.
There is a sound that the bees make
Sucking nectars, their wings shake
Making sweet honeys from flowers
Yes, it is built into towers!
There is a voice that sometimes shakes
Pouring questions right to the face
Different tribes but same language
Growing fonder from page to page
There is a touch that makes a poet
Connect to soul on single thought
Whether in air, on land or sea
Love it is, where I rather be.
© 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Beclouded rose

Starring in the roles of ecstasies
Are bewitching flowers from precious trees
That exists in the sacred rhapsodies
Of fickle hearts catching pitter-patter,
From the styles and stigmas that deters
Immortals from grace as they pander.
This very pedal has an inner beauty
That conforms not with confidentiality
Instead her fragrance, in high velocity
Make the honeycombs to never run dry
As it willingly dispenses cravings into beehives
Transmitting signals stamen long to have.
This flower is configured to shine and rule
Her pride rests on her own receptacle
She’s beauty personified, yes it’s true
Like Aphrodite’s in reincarnation
Stretching back from time of creation
Till now, none can compete with her perfection
Aside the artifact in the treasure chest
Inside the ecstasy, she appears stainless,
Big and soft, classy and simple, yet complex
As her shadow, I’ve seen her naked by the mirror
Intently conceiving herself a pure allure
Whereas outside the illusion she has many scars and errors.
© 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu