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Save another victim

Blood on my hands, only ghosts comprehend
Vouching for a lion action is like defending
Children outside their mother’s womb
I and many others, are buried alive in tomb

Yesterday, I stared at the living dead
It took my strength, several rivers I cried
I tried to scream, I tried stretching my hands
Front and back, he thrust fast and hard.

He got up, tucked his lobe inside his robe
Ripped off, I stared at the miserably ropes
My brain boiled, my heavy heart brawled
As tears dripped, so did my bloods crawl

I had always thought he couldn’t hurt a fly
Little did I know like a fox he was a sly
How could safe haven bring terror to me
…Hi everyone, an angel did this to me!

Stop condemning and casting stones at me
For accusing an Angel who keeps abusing me
Kill me if you may, but save another child
Act now, justice delayed is justice denied.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Stump

Do your worst, tear me apart
You were a dolphin, till
All I had capsized and sank;
You slowly forgot
All the sweet memoirs we once shared,
Yelling extreme hate
At me, to get up and leave.

You see me drowning
And you responded like a shark.
You were once the best
Amongst all lifesavers, now
You are to me, just
Another shark devouring flesh
Do your worst, tear me apart.

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

Somonka: off reds by Vinx and Laura

Breaks my heart to remember
I once thought that forever
We could last as good poetry
But unlike the broken pieces
You are lost in unused ink.

I know you are so convinced
I never did existed
But don’t you remember;
When it was love it was love
Not the hate-red you paint it.

© 2018 Http://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

Written by Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu and Ananaba Laura

Below is the original tanka by Laura, I (Vinz) modified and added mine (Above)…

“It breaks my heart to remember
I once thought
We would last as long as poetry
I watch the sun set
I’m convinced you went with it”

Disclaimer: it was just a collaboration of poetry for fun and publication not a display of affection or heartbreak please

Tears of friends

My dear friend
When we trend
Trust we send
Breads we toss
Beds we loss.

Hello friend
Are we proud
To back stab
And to tread
As worn threads.

We are friends
Made of woods
Scars and wounds
Burning pains
Now it ends.

©2017 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


I certainly haven’t found a breach
In all these many cloaks of light
For these spark of lights
Dims out in low intense..

The more I engage in a search
For the waters of love, I get
Varieties of sugar and salts
Coated with pretense.

Epic – Reoccupied (Part 2)

​On top notch
Sweet memos of honeybee
I recall the clay houses
We moulded on the hill;
While I griped your tiny wrists,
Siltation came from a river flood.

​The water dried up against a fish
It was all sweet memories to me,
Until my legs touched the grounds…
The love-wrap I loved to peel
Another is drinking its’ juice;
Soon you’ll be a mum; I heard.

I value your every inch:
But each time I see
Your smiling kids
They remind me
Of the bliss
In you; you had as a kid.

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