Category Archives: Death

Racing in existence

On your marks, set…
….You are just cells
Only a sperm
On rehearsals
Running on heels
To make the list
Of many faces.

Life is a race,
Your parents are
To call the shots…
Distance we run
Varies in tracks
Oh.. destiny.

Put on a fight
To be the best
End matters most
More than the start;
The finish line
May sometimes come
With its regrets..

When the sweet race
Is but half length,
Chunky and short
Or so tragic.
That is the point
We know as death.

And every day
I often pray
And say; “His grace”
For finish line
To have a tune
So I can reach,
Not anytime soon.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Caught in the middle

One tunnel, two ends with so many bends
And piercing needles, caught in the middle
Where each of them say; theirs is the right way.

Joy and bridle, religion they fiddle
With bends of believes and needles of grieves
In tunnel called earth, two ends; life and death.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Old Uncle Chuks

I met an Uncle of mine
Begging death not to forget
The lost essence of his time.

Emphasising he is at-
-The gate, where life is no wine
Hence, he needs an end to breath.

The order keeps changing line
He said, nothing to regret
Spilling out narrow and wide,

His age mates he knows are late
Making breath on earth a pine
Walking on but dead inside.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Suicide might not be…

What if like the games you exit
Without getting to the checkpoint
Then you turn on the game to mesh
Only to begin from afresh
Be careful don’t be a fooled
Suicide might not be a rescue.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Love is killed by Angels

Life is all the colors but, fair
While death makes existence unclear
Are you looking for sources of pain?
By judgment gate, jump off the train.

You will find the harmless Angels
Fetching out corpse from love wells
Whose hearts and lungs were ripped off
Their positions by the Angels themselves.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


Just like a pear whose skin appears
Soft, fluffy, and sometimes gritty;
Try to experience aliveness.

Life has its errs, sour and sweet tears
In all fairness and bright radiance
Your juicy pear will disappear.

Forgetting essential things?
Aside career but on yourself
You can stock books, but have a look.

How would you know, the taste of snow
Or the heats that comes from the sun
If all you do is hide in holes.

Digits and shares, are just vitiates
As you chase dimes please spend some time
To taste the tears before life veers.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Kismet of heartbreak

Heartbreak in life is inevitable
Sad news brings a form of pain
That may thump and break
The heart figuratively and literally.
Romance lost, is not just
Such kind of heartbreaking cause.

Just in case you do not know
Without flames it also glows
Not only in loss of romance
Heartbreak occurs in demise
Of a loved one, that left the heart
With hollow and intense sorrow.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Flames of Calamity

City of Angels
Beauty display;
And for hustle
All men labored.

Above the sky
The blue colors
Made such a day
A kind to dream…

Motorist moved
But not until
A long truck lost
Control and brakes,

The tanker rolled
Fast down the slope
Ramming gas station
Where folks gathered

Blue sky turned black
As quake was heard.
The hawks convened
The vultures too…

From block to block
It consumed homes
Taking the souls
Faithful or not.

Rivers of tears,
Ocean of bloods
Boiled on and dried
Within the flames.

It destroyed hopes
Breaking the ropes
Of faith and dreams
As the globe shrinked.

Tragedy shared
From zone to zone;

How can life cope
When evil spreads
Unleashing hell
Over the earth.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Twenty lines of reality

Where are the Kings
The Queen and Knights
Those who were strong
In histories and songs?

Where are the folks
The richest of works
Creams of societies
In previous centuries?

Are their lineages
Same across all ages?
Time is all I fancy
Because of its legacy.

You may be the king
Or a Queen of the ring
But please remember
We are all; time users.

Every age has a shuffle
Powers will always shift
To death there is no bribery
We are all its rivalry.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Unwise war

When a music is heard
Coming from speakers
Devices, or the mouths,
Perception is to dance.

Jiggling asses, and heads
Normal people will dance
But the music we play
Only causes us to fight.

Life is a seating
Examination of breath;
The world isn’t a city
But a small village…

For these, battles fought
For digits of ivories
And these walls we build
Isn’t a win-win war.

Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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