Home » Posts tagged 'Life'
Tag Archives: Life
Community Leader
Sitting beside a burning fire
I feel the heat of my desire
But my judgment is clouded
By an all or nothing ill demand.
People throw stones from glass house
Accusing me for sheltering a mouse
Making me wonder if I sold time
Will we be after money and prime?
This hot seat has made me to realize
That by default we all have vice,
Though a prostitute may not be discreet
But the pope has his own secret.
©2018 Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Share this Poem :
Worldline
Plastics are made from oil
Underneath the surface soil
Hot balloons are filled with air
Same air makes the fire flare.
Cruel we may title deathwards
Yet we no not what is beyond
Obviously we critic perfection,
Probably to gain an attention
Whereas we are not makers
But inhabitant and users.
©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Share this Poem :
Psychopathic humanity
Succession of life
Is so impeded
By dampen ideas
And revolves by trends.
While you earn a lot
Of billion dollars
The rest of the world
Are dying of hunger.
©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Share this Poem :
Three way junction
I woke up into an age called today
To see life recolored in dark grey
With ministers, prophets and reverends
Hiding skeletons in their cupboards.
Walking along the short road of life
I see hands with blood stained knifes
Dripping and calling for a fetish backup;
By the faces of the cream cleaned up.
So if the rich tell you their secret
You may wish to remain in the street
Where you sleep with both eyes close
Not frightened by shadows in clothes.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Share this Poem :
Death bell
End to end the ball rocked loud
With music low and slow to end
Just as the bones couldn’t hold
This flesh of mine, dust unfold
I saw the sun beginning to dim
As the wind blew cold breeze
Then I knew my breath has froze
And my skin no longer need cream.
©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Share this Poem :
A Savior that never came
I was sent down
To save the world
From Herself
And breath on shelf…
From a distance
I stare at the
Scintillating wonders
Of Her elegance,
From the fresh air
Escaping through
The narrow gateways
Of an open leg
I perceived
The sweet cologne
Of Her fragrance,
Without emergence…
The white and blue
Were all panicking
“Don’t loose him
Don’t loose the mother”…
But … In my zone
I hummed after
The whistling palm
And echoes from the sky…
I hear voices calling His name
Strangely by different ways
From the sermon and mindsets
Thinking brains adopted
I could feel the vibration
Of Mother Earth
Resisting the ocean
From engulfing Her…
Through the closed eyes
I saw but I never came
Nor conquered the dark
By bringing delight
With a cry of a baby
On the mouth to suck
The nipples of milk
On the chest of a female
It is not that I love
To let the milk get sour
But I just can’t soar
With an immortal body
I could have been infected
By the magnanimous pleasure
And irresistible temptations
Mother Earth was wired by
I could not stand the chance,
Living on a borrowed time
Acquiring immerse wealth
Fighting for Her with nothing left…
Do not ask me what I mean
If you do not know
Where I have been;
Living timeless without pain…
So from a distance
I chose stillbirth
So I could bring down rains
When She is weak and dry
And when Her child depart
I join her cry bringing thunder
Expecting another episode
Of exit and entrance to life.
©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Share this Poem :
Is this it…?
The magnanimity
Of infatuations
Mesmerized me
In the path of thoughts,
Thinking of the sweet
Heavenly pleasures
And the wonders
Of the rain showers
To be derive in tandem
When such a chance arise
For the expectations
Of what the body desires
That urge was greatest
But when infatuations
And the gigantic dreams
Suddenly became a reality,
It was like the thin tiny layer
Separating life and death
Loosing its great values
To none existence
Gathering experience
Eating from the big pot
Of desire to a point
I am like…. “Is this it?”
©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Share this Poem :
A bridge too far
It is a bridge too far
When grace finds thou and
Uplifts thy to run life race,
On a platter of gold
And thou keeps playing
Ducks and drakes with food
Whereas people are dying;
It is a bridge too far.
It is a bridge too far
Faking marriage proposal
Just to hit and run.
It is a bridge too far
Deriving sweet pleasure
From a crocodile’s tears
While capitalizing
On the gullible.
It is a bridge too far
If thou hath down
And feeling like
Hope for tomorrow
Is but a voicemail
And the only option
Chose is to commit suicide;
It is a bridge too far.
It is a bridge too far
When thou go miles
Just to murder smiles.
It is a bridge too far
Replacing felicity
With sadness while
Breaking bones with
Sticks and stones.
It is a bridge too far
Forgetting that life is
A hair’s breadth wide
Leaving like a god
And belittling all.
“For the sake of humanity,
Dear extremist and suicide bomber;
…It is a bridge too far”.
©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Share this Poem :
The Devil in me
Hard as a beetle
Offensive weevil
With a courteous voice
Wild yet mild in sounds
I met the devil
From deep inside me
In friendly manner,
We poured our hearts out
We calmly conversed
And heard each other out
The questions we asked
Feed woods to the axe…
Nothing came holier
As our ice calmed ox
Or even finer,
As our fire rode horse
We were but a face
Running the same race
With different names
Coming out from us.
©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
Share this Poem :
Stop and smell the roses
Today you are here
And tomorrow there
Casing career
Trains, cruise, flight, cars.
You do not know
Colors life holds
And time runs fast
Like flashes of light.
So many flops
You need to stop
And smell the rose
Before life close.
©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
