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Sweet heartbreak

Love can be a burden
Weighing hearts down
Especially when
Uncertainty is the tea
Served deceitfully.

Undressing her slowly
With the best of romance
Penetrating her;
You fed her with words
So sweet, so sugary.

In your laboratory
You’ve made her a rat,
Her heart you dissect
And experiencing.

Quit wasting her time
You have test driven
And you know the tunnel
Is heading nowhere;
Listen to her heartbeat

It drums in expectations
And lives on the hope
That you are Prince Charm
Whereas you are a fraud
Going out as you came in.

Love can be a burden
Weighing hearts down
Especially when
Uncertainty is the tea
Served deceitfully.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

I sense you are hurt

Exhaling air like Saturn wind
High and dry, but tears flood inside
I can sense the high pressure
It is obvious you are greatly hurt.

Seems the irons are corroding
And it is losing a lot of pounds
What is it that eats you deep
With your feet you can barely stand.

On earth, but you are in Neptune
Excess windstorm into your lungs.
Tomorrow you lost in flood of tears
And trust issues keep on evolving…

I know am a stranger but can I help ?
At some point you might have to
Upgrade me from an acquittance
Into a confider and a close friend.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Digital emotions

Shoulder to shoulder…
We meet at some point
Hiking up the cost
And, true price of hearts.

“Honey, sweety, I miss you”
We send empty messages
Sealing with sweet emoji
Just to make a statement.

I have got big issues
With faces unseen, texting
All including hoaxes
In digital emotions.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu.


How can a heart forgive the mark
Permanently, engraved for gaze?
Each time I see her photographs
Hanging behind walls of my heart
Retrospect plays the note she left:

‘I appreciate your sweet kindness
But these my legs just have to run
To better place, sands and easy plans…
Forgive me, I have cracked the shells
Of Morrow’s egg, for I am dead with you.’

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

How much is your love?

Her paintings embodies
… Love is free
And therein her sculpture
Is engraved;
“The abovementioned; enamoured
…Cost nothing.”
How much is your love?

Warm affection, to her is
All it takes
To strike and have a spark
… “love is free
It has a priceless tag”
… She will say.

How could she have known that
Love is hyped
Or so not meant for rags
… When she is
Just an art, hanging there
On the wall.
How much is your love?

For her love; I tried all
But I still
Couldn’t get hold of her
High towers
Sampling and lavishing
The pockets…

Waiting for lovers to
… come procure
Her ravishing beauty
Yet she says
Love can never be bought
… Love is free.
How much is your love?

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lost in the city

Rowdy, crowdy and busy;
Yet absolutely empty.
Such a pity to dwell
In such a lonely city.

Looking so beautiful
Incredible outwardly;
But within is a volcano
Consuming all he knows.

Not even an Angel
Nor it’s white shadow
In the corridors
Or retrospect in his life.

Blankets and pillows
No longer hold the cold
Tearing and creating holes
Freely at its will…

Through the window
The same cold blows
The tears on the pillow
So the cycle continues…

Lost in loneliness
He has no one to run to
No one to cry to
No one to care for.

© 2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Building Animosity

Call me mad, I don’t care
I am in its state of mind
As it stands.

Red traces of annoyance shows
A rusty face, better hush
Or get puffed..

Temper boils in great degrees.
Acrimony…? – I agree
As it stands.

This hatred has staged a rage
Waging violence burning deep
From within…

And my legs are rocking
Vibrating to destruction
As it stands.

While it burns; resentment
And annoyance are doubling up
My temper.

Now am prone; to ill acts
Words are flying more than the birds
As it stands.

How could you dare to taste
A passion of indignation
I call beef.

Call me mad, I don’t care
I am in its state of mind
As it stands.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Rot in grave

Just midway through
When darkness drew
All heads to beds,

She dug out dirt
So deeply felt
And then she flew;

I cried cold tears
Burning my beards
When she left me

Inside coffin
Buried alive
To rot in grave.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Self destruction

Memories will; in due time fade
But not this kind; I am stuck on
A diving bell underneath waters.

Water of tears, ashes and smokes
Giving-up; might just turn out to be,
The best idea, there is to this

Please don’t take it the wrong way;
There is just no other way out
Between the Devil and deep blue Sea

Slitting my throat, is so far from ego
But I have to go now than to pick up
Same shattered pieces by tomorrow.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Underneath London Bridge

The London bridge
Is falling down
But, your advises
Yes, has no vices
This golden heart
Is made of clay
Hence it has to…
…Just end this way.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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