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Best outfit

Hope you know the best outfit when all
Is cold like a snow or extreme hot
Like the Sun is not pride nor coward?

There are times when the sky would fall down
And the ground would not be kind to hide
You from the shame, and the disaster…

There are times when nothing goes as planned
Yet the day wouldn’t end as a dream
Instead like sun, it heightens and rises.

And such times, ropes may come for the blue
Beside notes but somehow I wish you
Write poetry and change the whole story

Knowing that the tears are temporary
And suicide is no option at all
Drop the ropes, joy will come at the dawn.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Entrusting death

Death, I know that you can sting
Poison my wine, I will drink
For if I begin to count
The knives, arrows and bullets
You have put into my chest
The ears that hear will go deaf
For eyes that saw still shed tears.

Death, I know that you can bite Between those claws and white teeth
I give you reasonable doubts
Not because, am scared of you
Nor because, am weak to fight
But, that stinging bees build hives
And ants that bite, still build hills.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tiger’s tail

Yellow black stripes all over me
Largest amongst my family
My teeth shines, sometimes bright
Sometimes dark, sometimes light
Sometimes beside a short eclipse
Shuddering, red fluid wets my lips
From the likes of buffaloes and deer
Who summoned me up to their dare.

Lions, Jaguars, Leopards you see
Are not me and are different from me
I am neither the domestic dogs
Chucking it down with kitty cats.
Pick up the hammer, I have a nail
If you grab me firmly by my tail
And I don’t bite you in such an anger,
Then you have to call me a loyal tiger.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Shell

Shell please get out of my head
You’ve done lots against my lead
You’ve made an adult act like a kid
You’ve made a tree small like a seed
You’ve coroded and rusted a nonmetallic deed
You’ve brought shames and a lots of greed
Shell please get out of my head.

Shell please get out of my head
You’ve made my boldness seem so dead
You’ve given me less I need to be paid
You’ve turned my speeds to actions delayed
You’ve quenched my fire and made it iced
You’ve left me defenceless without a heed
Shell please get out of my head.

Shell please get out of my head
You’ve clogged my sight and made me blind
You’ve turned my tongue into slumber bed
You’ve made my bold porous with your shield
You’ve frozen my desires, legs and mind
You’ve made me achieve less of my need
Shell please get out of my head.

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