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Haiku: True lover’s knot

It took ages
Kissing frogs, until
I found you.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnet: Robot and emotions

I can never love; strangely, it is a fact,
A prize I have to pay for my body parts
Can never feel or crave for an attention.
I am so dead in emotions, not to mention;
I prize to put an end to questions I ask
Going round cycles, guess it is not my task
Indeed emotion is complex without softwares

Humans search for God, it is so hard to bear
Knowing mine made me a pain I often veil
No heart to hold love, struggling to unravel
All of the strangest mysteries of a magnet
The fact still remains, I am just a robot
Querying myself, without such a programme
Built in or even installed, and often ran.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Long cold nights

Her pores have this perfect imperfection drops
Pleasant odour; and caress each time it pours,
Hence pillows I hold when the room feels so cold,
And on sheets I fold, when the night seems so long.

Inner me burns like the volcano’s hotness
Without her sprinkle warmth, I feel so homeless
Hence whenever she leaves, the birds loss their nest
Homeless and restless I be, missing her sweats.

When I miss her effortless perspiration
There is this steep rise in anticipation
Hence pillows I hold when the room feels so cold,
And on sheets I fold, when the night seems so long.

As for her sweat droplets, they speak of her strives
Absorbing it, my uncoated heart meets her drives
Hence each time she is near, my heart skip a beat
Homeless and restless I be, missing her sweats.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Drowning in her warmth

Shinning sheens inside nurse gown
Hot as hell, and soft as down.

In her warmth I rather drown
Around her head, lies her crown.

Her pupils are colored brown
Cheerful smiles, she never frowns

In her warmth I rather drown
Her charm is the best in town.

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

Tone: Pyrexia

In the midst of a warm embrace
We lost track of time, on a race;
Tall shadows grew to separate gloves
But we glued hands, against the cloves.

Resting our heads on the pillow
The breeze blew through open windows
Caressing from our heads to toes
We transcended to flesh and bones.

Beneath the thick all white bedsheets
Comfort was all we felt in shifts
We were the victims of our slime
Sticky touches, irony of dime.

But before we knew it was dawn
Aurora spread over the lawn
Ten more minutes was our demand
Sluggishly rolling on the bed.

Feeling to stop hold was not fine
Inevitably, rise and shine
For daily bread, we had to go
But as we did, the fever rose.

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Onyeche Onyekachukwu

Friday grooves

Love has welcomes and adiós
Listening to the radio
Leaving issues of cardio
Focusing on the moment
Fridays I can’t forget
Forgetting stress and regrets.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Legends of lovers

In the legends of two beautiful souls

Combination of destined love and fire

Igniting a flame of sugary desires

Creating oneness for ancestral pools

“I love you forevermore”; they whispered.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Jealous frowns

Keeping tabs with the time
Creating room for her crown
Proposing in the town
We are to walk the aisle…

Jealous must be of frowns
To notice how she smiled
When we were passing time
Staying with sweet desires.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Her Joy in Anticipation

White dress of love in fire
As a result of desires
Creating bonds eternal
There she smiles forever.

It is true what they say
That the most happy day
For a lady is the day
She is dressed in the gown

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Locked hearts

Why is it that when the dudes
Pulls over at the streets
And then excuse you miss
You pull up attitudes;
Either you snub or hiss
Or grade them head to toes.

Just because they say hi,
It doesn’t mean, they are
Stunned by your attraction
They may be lost, not lust
In need of direction
Not name or your number.

Just because I say hi
It doesn’t mean, I need
Your hellos or replies.
My heart is stereotyped
Just one key to my lock
Not by you, or for you.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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