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Love confession

You are so beautiful
That it gets me crazy,
No words can describe
Your visual presentation

Take not my confession
With a grain of salt
For you, I would undo
Irreversible deeds…

Girl your imperfection
Blends with your perfection…
Making you an Angel
And the best of both worlds.

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

Perfect combination

When the wind whirls, everything unfreezes
Easy like; a, b, c… one, two, three…
Underneath the tranquil sky so blue
The rain showers then two birds flew
From separate spaces finding shelter
Or a spot where droplets don’t bother.

Singing sweet songs that is far from grief
The melanin hid under green leaf
Like it was predestined, fine and raw,
They met by chance, and fell deep in love
It must be the wind; maybe the rain
That matched them up; some people will say.

Certainly, the wind made it fonder
While the raindrops, wiped off all blunders
Birthing a clean slate of obsession
Nurturing new sets of emotion
Great as the black beautiful look
Blessings they got on each other’s hook.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The straw that broke a camel’s back

Fallen to floor, there came ladders
Not from paid dues, I used to owe
But from distant shores of strange land
Never flown to, or even know.

No penny, no purse and uglier
Than chimpanzees, well, with good doze
At same time raw like tomatoes;
My strength she pulls by straw she rolls.

The beautiful claws of wonders
Behind her, shows her camel-toes
Yet in her flaws she is better
Than the angels I used to know.

©2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Her soursop tone

When she laughs, her shoulder drops
Tonnes of orgasm in sweet sensations
Yet, no form of incessant penetrations
I can’t forget in a hurry where I belong
Soursops she drops on my dry tongue
Arguing with myself it must be
A blend of pineapple and strawberry

Tasting like banana and coconut mix
And sometimes pineapple and mango mix
Guess my soul developed and clamour
For her glamour and sweet flavor
There is this spirituality that atones
With mine in the manner she walks and talks,
Seems her peroration dispenses good luck.

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

Tone: My Palace and her crown

My heart is a Palace,
Palace by the alley
Same alley in the town,
Connecting many cities.

Cities of gardens,
Whose roses makes hearts to glow
But these days roses are
Mostly wither, and rarely fresh.

Many of which,
Has lost the sweet ability
To impact good vitality
Without clandestine purpose.

Hence my lonely throne
Has an expectation
Of a pineapple
Royal, clean and sweet

A must reach
Before bliss and kiss;
And lucky me,
Her head fits the crown.

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

Tanka: Fondled Monsters

Tightly we fondled
To fight the quivers in cold;
The caged beasts were freed
But we saw beautiful sides
Best of monstrous looks.

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

Tone: Places To Find Love

Seventeen days away from last year
Candle lights closed the door of fear

Bringing fourth a new chapter before my hands
As if her soul waited for my plans and moves

Beyond comprehension, still I stood
Till I completely understood

The strangeness in how people
Fall in love in mysterious ways

Perusing at such an innocent face
I fell deep for her charming pupil.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tragedy of the scheduled mail

When I was teen
I fell in love
With a lady
Named Juan Emily…

She was so cute
Finest at night
And beautiful
Under sunlight

Talks in steven
Melodiously
And her color
She never bleached

Out of my shell;
In wishing well
I tossed a coin
She was my wish…

The problem was
She was so high
And she turned down
Hello and hi…

I tried my best
But never could
Come chest to chest
With queen of hearts

I searched for ways
To communicate
But her numbers
Had lost digits

After many
Hard fail attempts
I found her mail
And we conversed

Sweet, she then said…
She hates the guys
Who says they love-
-Her; to be theirs

And when it comes-
-Out; in any form
She smiles and run
Faster than light…

We turned friends
That never met
She had big dreams
We could relate…

Years turned to jets
And I noticed
She withdrew from
Social media…

The clock ticked fast
Ten years gone by
At the Patio
Where I recline

Taking a sip
Of lemonade
The mail box beeps
I took a peep

Hope you get this
I scheduled
Ten years ago
All just for you

To realize that
Nothing beats love
True, cruel as ore
From a furnace

Of lovers heart
Your beet and wine
I always wished
Could turn to mine

Hope this message
Hit the passage
Of your sweet heart
At the right time

I still wait you
Along the road
You never rode
Don’t be late

Yours faithfully
Juan Emily”

With a red heart
The mail concluded;

I then went blank
My heart beat fast
As I ran out
To fetch for her

But to find out
She had just ghost
A day before
The scheduled mail.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sceptic

It will take so long just to feel alright
Honestly your sole love cherish my soul
Solo you just called me a con and a cheat
Like guardian angels battling all-night
Securing the night, you know not that all that I fight. 

It will take so long just to feel alright
You were always wrong but claimed right
Saying I’m a cheat, bilk, and a trick
Upon all beautiful things false fall for you I flick 

Yet only your love I honestly sing and write
Others approach every day and night
In midst of their light, I thought I saw the safest flight
I love you yet you think I lie and lie on another dressed bed.

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