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Understanding love

Love is a beautiful thing
It must not be about rings…
It is awesome to know
It fills a ring cycled hole
Yes, true love may sometimes bleed
Without love, it never heals…

Love is beyond love itself
Indeed you can love yourself
Not alone outside your fence
When nothing hides the pretense
And it becomes so obvious
You need a heart to mate yours…

Love wind can uproot a tree
And be calm as summer sea
Uplifting both seeds and roots
At the same time, dragging foot
Into open combustions
Maybe not for destructions.

Love is a confused mixer
It holds both ends together
Baking both sweet and sour
In dry tears and blood shower
Between two people who patch
An already collapsed house.

Love is the plant we water
And some times it may wither
When we fail to understand
That its growth is in our hands
It would not bloom on its own
Well, bliss is made in love home.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Motivation by Neemat x Vinz

They keep striking I keep running.
To keep moving on, I keep loving

All the notions of emotions,
No intention of separations.

Empty I am without your arms
Keeping me from all venoms and harms

My strength they drain, so I derail
But like a ray, you shine off the greys

You make me smile, each time I frown
Like birds I fly no touching down

It’s a weight not light to lift
Up I pick it with you in eye sight

And when tears gush I just keep hush
For you are such a motivation.

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Idara Neemat + Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Happy 1st wedding anniversary to us

Eighty is the minimum in my head
When I think of the years up ahead

We will celebrate more anniversaries
I will never forget your delicacies

All of which always keeps me fit
Nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat

Everyday I am with you, brings me to my goals
To you, I surrender my body and soul

You are my home, where my heart is
For you I wear my heart on a sleeve

Your presence warm the cockles of my heart
I thank the Heavens, you crossed my path.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tankas: Angel on my bed

Her intimacy
For long has clogged my head
What an ecstasy
In reality she moans
With her behind on my bed.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Love Battles

His love has made cheating look beautiful
Flattered it feels, but so harmful

My conscience keeps judging me
Saying I ought to be meek not mean

Just when I felt like a four leaf clover
The cards began to fall all over

Yet he made me drop a thousand laugh
A chemistry for and from better half

Yes the outcome of this reaction
Can produce a mass destruction

But, I rain on him and I need him more
More than she can ever pour

This pain torments me all the time
Especially seeing her with mine

It creates a battle between minds and heart
And I am the guilty one in this fight

Oh love, has made me hide in my shadows
But he brings a cloak light; then I follow

I have fallen, bled on multiple rounds
Yet, beside me my dear friend stands

Praying I find love and be happy like her
Whereas, I am deeply in love, with her man

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

By Joseph and Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Joseph = https://wp.me/pbMC60-3B

Troubled couple

Two became one but
Under the same roof
We are both living
On different planets

Slowly the beats fadeouts
Our love seems to goof
Even when playing
We easily tear the nest..

Pouring a million words
Of abuses, quarreling
In our innermost hive
We burn our love page…

When people are gathered
We flip switch to acting
Romeo and Juliet’s love
All over the stage

We entertain the hall
They tag us lovebirds
We portray a rare gem
And eternal flame core

After the curtain falls,
We do not sustain beets…
But go back to mayhem
Like we were before.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Loving my dislikes

I stumbled on an art titled; next
Although I knew it was the best
I couldn’t compliment the Craft
Because it was hung on a bird’s nest

Oh yes, I knew she was the best
But I saw her, just like the rest
Demanding and troublesome girls
The type that could make life a hell…

Our conversation readdressed
All wrongs I had inside my head
From a word, sparkles started,
And I fell for her, hard and loud.

(c) 2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tones: Love unforgettable

Just like a fish without its gills
Suffocates days before the grill
Without her, I get drained and drilled
In heart where she designed a frill.

Seeing her daily, refills me
With a good loving sweet and real
From pure eternally flame distill
By her I am warm and fulfill.

Whoever hath her hast her will
Rejuvenating; strong as steels;
Her roses fetch comforting chills
That seals the very best of deals.

Thou may dismember all of me
But each and every part of me
Will never forget all the thrills
And affection in me she instilled.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The true seduction

Who said none will get aroused
By seeing you off your clothes?
Take off your gowns let him see
Not nipples but brainy seas

Flowing through nudity
That gives you authority
In matters concerning hearts,
Seduction is who you are.

When it rains it surely sprouts
Your brain will always stand out.
Dear, why are you so bothered
That he may find another

With a more attractive hole
As time has taken a toll
And made you so grey and old;
True love got nothing with folds.

Note not all men will be moved
By sweet voice, and twisting curves
Coming for beds of climax
There are more to breast and ass

Adorable than cookies
Save your worries of cherries
A true love never gets cold
No matter wrinkles and folds.

Please do not be so angry
When I refuse to agree
That all men are bags of scum
Depositing packs of cum

In all girls that comes their way
If you need love that will stay
You must offer more than sex
Worry not about the rest.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The lookalikes

From the rocks of all ages,
I can not distinguish
Parent birds and offsprings
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of

But how do lovers choose
A lookalike for rings,
When taking the glove off
Further bending the truth
That; “one plus one is one”

Many differ from Adam
But after knotting ties
They get two gifts in lieu
One from kids of the womb
Second comes up in grey.

I have seen a balance
From produce of unions,
Between mother and child,
Yet at the other edge
You see features of dad.

If you are Mr. Thomas
Take a walk down the park
Watch families merry
New blood always become
Everything genes speak of.

©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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