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Collapsed heart
I followed flying butterflies as I craved
But they landed me deep into a grave
I bled right on the floor not just the pain that I was raped
Neither was it the bruise, the size or the shape…
But seeing the many beautiful promises
Fly away as flames from burnt fuses,
I once had confidence right on the stage
But Cameras of love replaced my image
Making me a coward dwelling all alone
Without a home, heart, name, number and a phone.
©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Nigeria: Northeast Terrorists
You have a lot to answer
For rampage of another
Forcing kids to wear the kits
Of rapes, kidnaps and the slits.
Coldblooded!! because you can…
No one man, has a lifespan
To forever breath on earth,
Conscience ought to be the girth
Holding firm the human race
But you’ve chosen to misplace
Priority for your gain
Like you are some hurricane
Destroying anything you touch,
Those that survive use a crutch….
What do you gain taking turns
When watched kettle never boils?
©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Gone tomorrow
I searched for scattered romantic petals
But got my heart scattered in pieces
Fair exchange is no robbery
But I got nothing for such love story
So, let the tears falling down through my chin
Erode me like flood, and get me a fin
To swim throughly through my demise
And if it is sight, let it freeze my eyes
I have been brused nothing can be worse
Than daily taking a turn for the worse…
So tonight while I cry like a baby
Don’t ever think there is a maybe
Of me swallowing my very vomits
Or me repeating same crimes I commit
Though it is, water under the bridge
To always forget, I will burn bridges
Tomorrow deserve none of these
But I need not another froggy kiss.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Heights of injustice
Oh there goes the monster
Quaking within sputters
Present in every home
Destroying flesh and bones
Thrusting between the legs
Of fears and tears that beg
He-Goat or man of steel
Scars and deep wound he drills
Dark shadow coats his mind
With evil, if he had-
his way, sun he will melt
Cruising ill gotten wealth
While his victims are jailed
In pains, never to bail
He walks free in the streets
No remorse, no regrets.
©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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I need this cry
My shadow grows short,
While I face the sun,
Enthusiasm,
I lost to my past
Now exist in clouds
Gathering the rains…
Million tears to pour
I was once alive
So active and fun
But not anymore
Ever since I lost
Other part of me
I now float on seas,
Made of tears I cried,
And all parts of me,
Now follows the wind
I truly need help
Do not waste your time
My sorrowful mood
Is so infectious
So just let me be
A thick dark black smoke
Soaring to the clouds
And falling as rains.
©2020 vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Butterflies of outcome
There goes a hand shake, what next
Will you leave it hanging like a breast?
Will you fling or cling it and rejoice?
Your action will speak more than voice.
Just like the ladies crave for aisles and rings
An agenda has amazing glitz it brings
Only when it goes according to plan
Though insatiable are the demands of man.
Nothing beats the feeling, lifting golds
There is this rush of confidence it builds
In the stomach the butterflies coil
Elevating and gravitating joy
From toes tip to the crown of the head
Screaming ‘I made it to this beautiful end’
Popping champagne and celebrating
Nothing beats it, touching the ceilings.
But when plans don’t go as one except
It makes one cold and fold like a blanket
Especially when the basket had all the eggs
Ah, the pain is worst than ten broken legs.
Slipping into darkness under daylight
If your expectation had been cut short
You will know, nothing is as devastating as
Your landscape of joy crumble under your watch.
©2020 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Attitude of pains
I can’t carry my chest
It feels so heavy by the left
And it gives me butterflies
An awful reason to die…
The nights seems to be so long
Therewith the worries tag along
Do I pull rabbits from hats
During these dark struggling times…
At times I look up above
Are heavens enjoying the show
Sad, my efforts are barren
Seems like heaven is not caring.
*© 2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Family
Where do I run to
All over the town
When the chips are down.
Where do I run to
After counting chicks
Before the eggs hatched.
Where do I run to
When my heart tear scales
And rips off my chest.
Where do I run to
Away from the frights
And all pains begot.
Where do I run to
To silent thunder
And end this trauma…
Where do I run to
When expectations
Have all been cut short
Where do I run to
Down a deadly road
Where all doors are closed.
Where do I run to
If not family
Singing; home sweet home.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Bad shape of love
Gather the broken mirrors
Bring shreds to my huts
I can fix just anything
So I thought, till she left
Here I am as a shred
Not they say, but the first hand
To the tears and the rain
Pouring down in great pain.
I failed an easy game
Though I hide all the shame
But I am a sour grape
And my heart is in bad shape…
Thought I could fix anything
Till I was the broken thing
I am torn, and so cold
Yet these glues cannot hold,
Now I know, the face of rage
Some things are damaged
Beyond redemption
Where glues can’t function
Gather my broken clay pots
Yes, it is all my fault
I am running insane
Since she left me this way.
©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Years of Buharism
Oh Nigeria, my Nigeria
Do we have to be rooted here
Is it bad to have faith in you
When denial is long over due.
We prayed for growth to be better
But tides of grief spread all over
Washing our faiths, replacing hopes
With bullets and some suicide ropes
We prayed for capable leaders
The ones who would be our Messiahs
But we got pins in our buttocks
Hurting much more than we can talk
Dead butterflies in our stomach
Breeds sufferings we used to lack
Our eye sockets are wet and soaked
With force of tears that erupt rocks.
