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Your type of breeze

What is it that you don’t like about me…
I gave up all my dreams for you to film

My biography you write is titled; breeze,
Has sad episodes that could make time to cease.

Axes on woods, torn and shredded my heart you rim
I am those broken records playing; but still,

Whose character is conspicuous like the hills…
I went through all: end to ends to prove am real.

Now am lost, finding my way, I got drained
No way out; like the goldfish that lost its gills…

Your love is, a tough nut rigid like the tree…
Not meant for the light winds, that are calm and free.

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

How much is your love?

Her paintings embodies
… Love is free
And therein her sculpture
Is engraved;
“The abovementioned; enamoured
…Cost nothing.”
How much is your love?

Warm affection, to her is
All it takes
To strike and have a spark
… “love is free
It has a priceless tag”
… She will say.

How could she have known that
Love is hyped
Or so not meant for rags
… When she is
Just an art, hanging there
On the wall.
How much is your love?

For her love; I tried all
But I still
Couldn’t get hold of her
High towers
Sampling and lavishing
The pockets…

Waiting for lovers to
… come procure
Her ravishing beauty
Yet she says
Love can never be bought
… Love is free.
How much is your love?

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

Sonnet: Love like dopamine

A sweet gush, beautiful rush,
Quite exciting, if reciprocated.
She sends signals spontaneously
To eternity; oh she is adoring.
But, at wrong places, loving her
Excessively, becomes psychotic
That you will hate her addiction.

Her obsession breeds depression,
Her love, like dopamine, when ceased
Sends red hair to bipolar disorder;
Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s.
Same lady that does gives life
Cause death, with stained knife
When she is, so not, into you.

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

You (By Sarah Hughes)

The Original poem (click here for it)
Was written by Sarah Huges

You are ash on the wind
Of what could have been
Floating out across the sea

And I reach out for your hand
In the hope of a win win
Perhaps for the sense to feel

But you don’t know me
And I’m reaching out in hope
For the lights to turn green

But all there is beside the windmill
Is an echo of you, down the slope
I will never know you, unless in dreams.

©https://sarahhughesthewriter.wordpress.com

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Author: Sarah Hughes

Images of Sarah Huges

Edited by: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The virgin heartbreaker

She is a lady so beautiful
Endowed with lots and all.
Searching for love so true
At same time, scared to fall
In love with the wise and fools.


The complexity of her laden
Is the membrane between her legs
Never been touched nor dredged;
Although men feel sadden
When she sticks to “no” in bed.


She claims not to be ready
For even an aisle walk with any;
Hence today, to love, she agrees
And tomorrow, like a penny
Empty; she packs and leaves.


Ain’t no commitment but burns
Rotating hearts bitter she turns
Walking away from all doors
Taking her lovers for only chum
Because none has ever held her bum.

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

Nichole to Nicholas (10): Twenty first Century Love

Seven good years of “I love you”
Suddenly paid of with good response
“I love you so much Nicole”
‘Love you too dear Nicholas’…

Under the moonlit they hung out
Counting the stars from the terrace
But after the sweet merriment
He took her home to share space…

From touch, to kisses and smooches
She asked Nicholas to pump the brakes
“Cash you pay for sex” she highlighted
Seven good years after toasting.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
A Nichole to Nicholas Series by
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nichole to Nicholas (9): First six years of toasting

At first it was all magic
A mix of love and attraction
Served in plates of emotion
With desires burnt rigorously.

The first three years came
But in a jiffy it disappeared
With sweet acts and kinds words
Of “I love you Dear Nichole”

Next three years came
With more depth of crush
Killing fast yet slowly
While he recited; “I want you”…

Sacrificing time, hers he fed;
Transfusing blood into her
Donating his lungs to her
But the light stayed red.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
A Nichole to Nicholas Series by
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nichole to Nicholas (8): No no no

To all the wooing
And toasting
“Angel of my life,
My treasure

Love you to the moon
Can you too?”
For seven good years
‘No no no’

Was the same answer
Coming out
The mouth of Nicole
To Nicholas.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
A Nichole to Nicholas Series by
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nichole to Nicholas (7): Dwelling in a Dead Sea

Obviously, this is lovelorn…
An ice at the core of a fire
In the quest to find love
And any to sweep off feet.

“Oh… how do I breath,
Without his touch
And feelings in short”
She cried, and flew off.

Heavy laden in tandem repeat
None of which Nick noticed
While chasing after Cole…
Ignorantly he let an Angel go.

Obviously he was in whole
Nothing but a living dead
Swimming and dwelling
Unknowingly, in a dead sea.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
The Nichole to Nicholas Series by
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nichole to Nicholas (3): Consulting the gods

I can hear the cry of an Angel
Calling for the gods to decide
Or declare her fate in love
I hear her say, “heavens say;
Follow your heart, which I did”
Please tell her, I am destiny,
But a painter, coloring life…

Please tell her, I don’t intervene
In matters pertaining hearts
When God, didn’t compel Nick
Into wooing or even keeping her
As the treasure he is to find,
I am destiny, I see peoples vision
But love is blind, so to say.

If lovers are to be farmers,
Falling for her innocent soul,
Would be any farmer’s seed to sow
But I wonder why an Angel waits
In great anticipation
For the moment in time
His leaf shall cross her path.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
A Nichole to Nicholas Series by
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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