Category Archives: Free Verse

The bridled Horse

I am like a bridled horse,
Not just by size nor strength
But by the uncommonness
Called a common sense.

I race for truth without fear
To the finish lines of life
Worrying not of what comes next
Carrying the weight of the world

I unsettle dust, galloping around
Where the wild dogs bark
With salivas that come as flood
Killing togetherness in the honeybees fay.

But diligently on my back,
I run miles and task all day
I know a time shall come
I would be unbridled by the hay.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Restricted Emotions

Impenetrable emotions we feel
When we turned our hearts to steel
Derailing from the subject of love
A moving train, traveling but lost.

Perceiving and finding flaws
While weaving lies on our clothes
Between the hammer and the anvil
We chose the heart of the Devil

Ears of the walls picked up sounds,
From our whispering muted words
Now we are so afraid of breathe
Restricted to love and speak freely.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Eventualities

Please hope you are not bored
To be the different ball on board

For you were born to spring up
Not to mix with dust and dumps

But since you wish to dim the light,
And to descend for a delight

In search for hearts that harbour
A fallen Angel of glamour.

I wish you the best to find
An organic spark and sign

Please excuse my choice of word
If you find love, in this world

That if filled with bliss
Please pray… it never is,

In the perfect loving arms
Of a fuck boy after hits

I have been there trust me
It takes your sleep and meal.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rats on the ceilings

There is this noise that keeps me awake
Ranting from the east; amplifying in west
Just as the quakes from an earthquake;

During the day it is calm, and still as a lake
But at night, it flows more than I can take
Making unending twittering sound of birds

Excruciating from a particular corner
And at same time striking loud like thunder
Mimicking drums, and all there are to drummers;

Pulling my eyes unto their movement
Nothing I see, so nothing I ever find
Wondering how they got there to hide.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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