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Corona: Sonnet for help

It seems that soon there will be no use of laws
For the streets are gradually growing claws

Not just the walking dead but human flaws
So we stay lockdown waiting for the rain to pour.

Many homes have leaking roofs and broken doors
Well, let’s not go to the sad welfare of the poor…

We will never forget in a hurry, a red world
And the year the air we breath become a rod

Striking not only those who went on tour
But unleashing the wrath of hell on every and all

Legends might call it, ‘humanity downfall”
Millions of people die in this invisible brutal war

And every day, we stare at the Heavens asking God
To forgive us; and to just, heal the world.

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

Sonnets: Tribute to explosion victims

When tides with dust flood in rising
Wherein the colors begins fading,
Whales and ships gets sunk, colliding.

Having to know all fleshes shall tear
Hearts gets engross in such a fear
Had I known; the how, when and where
Hoarse from sad cries would not appear.

Magnum of cold bloods float to lawn
Mayhem: I wish I knew your last dawn
Maybe I will know how you drown
Maybe you will, evade the flown.

But here you lie flat by the shores
Battered by heavens open doors
Bothered not if cultured or boor.

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

A wait too long

I have stood, walked, ran, slept and worked
I have waited, for the trains and jets
Till my bold fell, and frets swelled
It goes begging for a bargain
In success songs, I wait too long.

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

Self destruction

Memories will; in due time fade
But not this kind; I am stuck on
A diving bell underneath waters.

Water of tears, ashes and smokes
Giving-up; might just turn out to be,
The best idea, there is to this

Please don’t take it the wrong way;
There is just no other way out
Between the Devil and deep blue Sea

Slitting my throat, is so far from ego
But I have to go now than to pick up
Same shattered pieces by tomorrow.

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

Masochistic World

Back on the bed
Job on the hand..!
Get it all peel
For an offer;
If you can pull
I give you a thumb.

These sadists trend
Ungodly trade
Picking up nail
And long hammer
To grab a bull,
By its own horn.

Exponential
Failure cum pain
Breeds bad results
And evil deed;
All for good end
She bows and bend…

I hope it shall
Condense and rain;
Why take graduates…
Through hell for bread?
Please be reminded;
You shall be judged.

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

Tragedy of the scheduled mail

When I was teen
I fell in love
With a lady
Named Juan Emily…

She was so cute
Finest at night
And beautiful
Under sunlight

Talks in steven
Melodiously
And her color
She never bleached

Out of my shell;
In wishing well
I tossed a coin
She was my wish…

The problem was
She was so high
And she turned down
Hello and hi…

I tried my best
But never could
Come chest to chest
With queen of hearts

I searched for ways
To communicate
But her numbers
Had lost digits

After many
Hard fail attempts
I found her mail
And we conversed

Sweet, she then said…
She hates the guys
Who says they love-
-Her; to be theirs

And when it comes-
-Out; in any form
She smiles and run
Faster than light…

We turned friends
That never met
She had big dreams
We could relate…

Years turned to jets
And I noticed
She withdrew from
Social media…

The clock ticked fast
Ten years gone by
At the Patio
Where I recline

Taking a sip
Of lemonade
The mail box beeps
I took a peep

Hope you get this
I scheduled
Ten years ago
All just for you

To realize that
Nothing beats love
True, cruel as ore
From a furnace

Of lovers heart
Your beet and wine
I always wished
Could turn to mine

Hope this message
Hit the passage
Of your sweet heart
At the right time

I still wait you
Along the road
You never rode
Don’t be late

Yours faithfully
Juan Emily”

With a red heart
The mail concluded;

I then went blank
My heart beat fast
As I ran out
To fetch for her

But to find out
She had just ghost
A day before
The scheduled mail.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Clouded Shapes


A little hole
We went through

Sweet memories
Of you and I…


Every night
On the grass;

Out; we rolled mats
Under the sky


Eyes stayed fuse
We gazed and laughed

Forming stuffs
From shapes of clouds


Angels we drew
Protecting hearts

With stars that shun
Sweet, bright and nice


Sugary love
Tea cups unfilled

Then we played
In all our fights


An item drew
Stars kissing stars

You were my all
Forever for life


Catching rain drops
From heavy clouds

Laughing at our
Every dump moves


While we were quiet
We still conversed

But; what happened
To all of that?


Above the mats
That we did lay

We watched clouds go
Separate ways


Little did we
Know, it was us

Fading behind
The shades of cloud.


©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Tone: Unloved Love Poet


I know of a Poet
So gifted in his craft
But can not write poems
Subject on passion
Or with theme of love
Outside notes and pen.


His verses always smile
Whereas his heart cries
And tears separates
Lines written by blood
Dropping as the inks
With tone cool and calm.


His good choice of words
And imagery,
Like fountain of youths
Often restores health
And thus portrays him
As the king of joy…


Audiences gives applause
To the sweet, perfect
Well structured form,
Of joyful feelings
Dancing in the inks
Of his filtered words.


But he is solo
Riding in the art
Of his perfection
Blood gush inside him
Tears burst within him
But he writes love poems.


©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

If I am poor as Job

If God blessed you
With many hands,
Don’t critic
Mine that is one.

If you were blessed
With red fresh wine
Don’t tell me
Mine taste like crap…

If your torchlight
Is big and bright,
Don’t come out
To quench my shine,

God filled your hives
Your vinegar
Is my honey
I still jolly…

I am happy
Just where I am,
There are big stars
And there fireflies

For by default
I may be dim
But don’t come
To dampen me…

Since you chose to
Sleep on airplanes,
I love my grounds
I love my mats

My bike is my
Luxury car
Don’t kill me
Because am Job.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Prologue: Pages

I have a book, I read and look
On each page is same pretty face
Painted with lost traces of grace.

Life and death; recommend this book,
On each page is a face of a mother,
Looking emotional, sad and bitter.

On each page, is a surprising spitfire,
Toothless fly, turned into a barracuda;
Attacking all her feirced rival.

On each page, her lips does hiss
To failed promises and dried kiss;
Withered are roses around her hips.

On each page, is also a pot of desire
A new hope, pen and also an eraser
To wipe and rewrite the next chapter.

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