e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

Home » Posts tagged 'Poem'

Tag Archives: Poem

The lady man

I know of a dark lady
Who is such a darling
She isn’t that stainless
But she is the sweetest of goddess

She makes the sun shine
And gives sweet taste to a wine,
She is to affection a magnet
Impeccably perfect.

She dignifies her skin
With such kindness within
Staying golden and true
Indeed, her kind is few…

She speaks so smoothly
Creating that heavenly
Environs of pleasure
No mortal can measure…

She has her own scars
But it doesn’t deter
Her magnanimity
To help communities…

Although her skin is dark
Her heart of gold never lacks
Love rainbow and tender care blend
Showering down to never end.

(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Existing in a movie

Staying a bit longer, to me is no more

Since sands turned to bloods on the floor

Somebody, anybody come save me

Save me from the collapsing hill

Sadly, every single dream I had is dead

Several years gone, yet suspense refused to end

Save me from a timeframe so unreal

Scan me to find tears filled to the brim

She is dying yet they see muse and thrills

Seamless are the pieces around her fallen tree

Silly politicians enjoy the role they play

Squandering the sands of her broken clay

Stupidly, they all seem to know no shame

Somebody ought to feel concerned of her dying name

She is Nigeria, drowning across all ages

Surprisingly, she doubts if she can be saved

Since snakes swallowed elephant in her script

Seriously, I wait to hear the director outside the script,

Screaming “cut!!!” in my lifetime otherwise,

Something in me will regret wasteful cries

Soiling the soil and suffering as a fictional character…..

Swimming in false hope she will get better.

(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sold out by life

We fight to save threatened vultures
At same time, screaming, ‘save nature’
The next day, she wrecks havoc
Tearing down even papers and rocks.

(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sanguine

You were part of our culture
With an integral function
Sanguine oh Sanguine
Sanguine oh Sanguine!
Do you detest Nigeria
So much that you forgot her?

We became more divided
Ever since you were hard to find
Sanguine oh Sanguine
Sanguine oh Sanguine
You were once our bedrock
Reason we do try out lucks

The fall of a dried leaf
Is roasting a million beef
Sanguine oh Sanguine
Sanguine oh Sanguine
On the spot where it rots
A new life ought to sprout

Instead shadows grow tall
With claws tearing us all
Sanguine oh Sanguine
Sanguine oh Sanguine!!!
Calamity lives here
Yet you left us to our tears.

(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria: Thirsty dicey

There was once a girl in paradise
Her future was bright, she ought to rise
Not until a bunch of ruthless swine
Overpowered her, and left her to die…

From withered flowers, gold turned to stone
Heritage of her unborn were sold
The falling raindrops had to do divert
And she metamorphosed into a desert

She had a shallow oasis left
In her lineage until her rebirth
But the swines placed their bail into it
Fetching every drop until there is nothing left

With the rising dehydrated tongues
Insurgencies escalated in turns
Now, her once beautiful paradise
Is on a radial for bombs rolling like dice.

(c) 2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Nigeria at its low

Don’t tell me we are leaders of tomorrow
Whereas we have been compelled to burrow
And wallow in the deep of our shameful sorrow

I am just furious at unrepentant blunders
And the drying river of hope makes me ponder
If tears can be de-escalated to natural order

The unchanging mindset of the masses is a killer
Especially the youths wedging bullets and pulling triggers
For the same old pricks re-elected as leaders

My loathe is against footprints in sands of time
Welded with tribal trolls, and looting dimes
From the mortgaged future of you and I.

I am against shrinkage, positive growth is my stands
But decay and recession has eaten up my land
Yet we fail to comprehend what is at hand

I feel the anthem has skeptical stanzas
If the lyricists of 1978 calls, I may not answer
Get it, I am no rebel, I just need things to get better.

(C) 2021 http://vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Internet fraudster

While the monkey works vigorously
Baboons are eating voraciously,
There is a growing tribulation,
And a misconception in my generation…

Ever since Karma kicked the bucket,
No repercussion picking pockets
Diabolically they pay rent
To own luxury cars in fleets and private jets.

Considering the raise in hardship,
And the; “make your money, no one cares” clip…
The tiny line between good and bad
Has evaporated; and now, no wrong is found.

The pressure they mount, feeds the lagoon
Sometimes it embraces a silver spoon
Clicking sticky links to cash out quick
All day and night; in my city, they do not blink.

©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The underestimated workforce

The sun scorches until the lightening strikes
For daily pay, with or without demanding wives
A manual worker’s life hurts more than a knife

Breaking, mixing and lifting things of heavy fetch
Some pierce through the fibers of an hippo’s flesh
Providing an excruciating pain hitting refresh

A million broken bones; ligaments are torn
I may have no firsthand experience for sure
But I have seen them with my naked eyes endure

The peanut’s sweat and insubordination,
And not to forget, their classification…
Powerless; yet, they are pillars of great Nations.

(c) 2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Dying of laughter

I am happy, I am pleased
Yet, I can’t even breathe
Guffaws not chuckles in bit
Seems I could even die of it…

Hormones grant me no bail
While laughing out for real
Choking on the Joker’s pill
And I can’t unseal the deal…

I am happy, and this so close
To dying of an overdose…
Higher my diaphram goes,
When my laughter gets arouse

I am happy, I am pleased
Rolling on the floor to pits
Air, lungs desperately need
Can’t stop laughing; it is so sweet.

(C) 2021 http://Vinzpoetry.Wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Thanks to all philanthropists

A special thank you to all philanthropists
From east to west and north to south;
Up the sky; freely the littlest of birds fly
In such sweet serenity before the eyes
We envied their liberty and less worries
Until we became the characters in such stories.

At different stages, challenges comes in different forms
What we make of it matters, as either sadness or fun,
You see these tears, it falls from every eyes
But honestly, if the rich also cry
For the poor, what is there to live for?
A question we asked several times before.

Then our ghetto dirty lives were a truck load of pain
And death a tranquilizer, our wretched breath gain
Even in urban, death is a debt breath pays afterwards
Hence, the street we chose to suffering in this world
On a platter of gold, by you we were served and saved
We owe you our lives and everything we have.

Growing up, we thought of you as some kind of god,
And a creator, redesigning the whole wide world
Eradicating hunger, pains, sorrows, poverty
Sufferings and all forms of deformities.
If only this crazy world had more of you
Sufferings would have been a term we had no clue…

It was right at the junction of lost hope,
Where we had chosen an elevated floor and a rope
And just after tearily reciting our last prayer
Out of the blues came your pull by our shoulders,
From the rose flowers, you pulled out the thorns
Giving us a million more reasons to carry on.

©2021 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
%d bloggers like this: