Category Archives: Death

Lashing coffins

Fact pigs have desires
To be forever kings…

Watch words they fire
And bullets they tuck in…

What they bring for dinner
Might not see them blink

It is good to be a winner
Why block another sink

Note that breathe is a vampire
Awaiting the sleeping coffin.

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Life loves death

I don’t believe
People ever die
They walk outside
Into another life…

Am indifferent
To a dying love
But I do know
Ours will not end…

And should you leave,
I will be sitting
Right here waiting
For you to return.

© 2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Image source: ©HARINSEY ART

Flare angel


Did you care to know how I roast?
A flare angel turned me to ghost

Now I don’t believe the truth…
Or whatsoever any human wrote.

The aircraft spin round and around
Valleys to hills; emission released

Came as rainbows; sight to see
It was heaven, with sweet flavors

But the flare angel rang no bell
Covering missiles, that dropped on me.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Image source: Harinzey art

Dead Freedom fighter

As my body lies on its back
And my face looks stale and straight

To the soft wools, inside my nose
Is an open wound, that will not close.

Bred and I grew some blocks away,
On the same soil, is where I lay.

I did fight for the birds to fly
Same birds that perk my body clean.

At my front, is where I was hailed
At my back, the knives I was stabbed.

Above my feet I love to gaze
At tight corners I do not bow…

There is no reason, to retreat
For I knew why I had to fight.

I beg you clean crocodile tears,
All it does is wet the false cheers

I did fight for air to be free
Now I inhale the ghostly peace.

Please save the sweet words on the stone
They are all but lies about me.

©2017, Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Hurricane

Cyclone American’s devastating label
Two thousand and three was Isabel
Now Vince and Lee; released from hell.

Woke up this morning to the Max bands
Radio screaming, Rico’s leave your yards
An eye comes with walls and rainbands,

Rotating faster like the Earth can’t spin
Spiral thunderstorms with strong winds
Pouring as forces of Poseidon’s tears.

©2017, Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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