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Lost in void

Stay focus no matter what
Posterity is a needle eye
Only the right and just
Would eventually pass through,

No matter the circumstances
Wrong is wrong and it is
As big as an elephant…
But, how can I stay on course

When an impeccable carnage
Of distraction keeps hovering
With a million booby traps
Over me from page to page,

Hunting my mental health and
Making me a caricature while
An Elephant passes through
The tiny eye of a needle.

The masquerades no longer dance
To tones in the market square
But to the vibrations of money;
No wonder my soul left my flesh

Distancing itself from my falls…
And the shames of the cruel worms
In my stomach drumming and
Releasing hits songs back to back…

How can I stay on course
Paddling in a troubled sea
Misled by credible wind of sail
And a devoted broken compass,

Into a world of negative trends
Where every wrong is praised
And right is stoned to death
Or possibly aborted before birth…

How can I! When I am startled
In the dark, by my own shadow,
And a voice within me that echoes
My failures every break of dawn.

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

Not the dog you used to know

Like ocean tides create a whirlpool
And flies to wounds, I followed you…

Loyalty to you, was my schedule
Back pats I got sticking to rules,

Other lit bulbs a million joules
So attractive yet I never drool…

For years I stood as the pity deer,
Caught by their lights, amidst sweat and tears

I love you but I must not adhere
To dark principles because I fear

That keeping my sniff from your cashmere
Will bring me pains, more than I can bear.

You made me feel you were my krypton
And I the superman, shouldn’t yawn

You fed me the hoaxes of the brawn
Till my flesh reached point of rubicon

The bones you gave me were woebegone
You can’t stop me, I will be gone.

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

Avoid me

Please stay clear away from me
There are clouds following me
Dark and heavy, whirl and wild.

To the round drawing table
Back I go, when I tumble
Yet I fumble more and more.

Heaven joined, to renounce
Driving me into doghouse
Left to my own devices…

When I fail, I cry and try
But the tears refuse dry
Flushing me back into hell

I no longer take a chance
Since mountain labor gave mouse
As outcome each time I climb

Life has reduced me to tears
People too good, are my fears
So stay clear; away from me.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Justice for Uwavera II

It pains to feel the pain
Or voice unheard complains
Dug out around the roots
And uprooted from the earth
Uwa was just a girl
Twenty two, so unfair
Raped and killed in the church
She didn’t deserve such.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Justice for Uwavera (I)

Seek consent and be sure
Before you pull or draw
All bakers use a flour
Not to mess up the floor

I know you may be lust
And it is all your fault
Uwavera was just
Not an ordinary dust.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Floyd’s: Nine minutes

In space of nine minutes
Floyd just couldn’t breath
I bet he didn’t know…
But where did Angels go

Withered rose, broken vase
Now that the universe’s
Balance and harmony
Seems a sanctimony…

Isn’t the earth tired
Of cold bloodshed mired
Coming from another
Dark colored skin brother

Derek’s kneels is not new
I once thought we outgrew
Injustice, I was wrong
Nine minute to morgue

Those around did keep quite
Recording Floyd’s death
Yet marching together
Screaming: ‘black lives matter”.

©2020 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Unending Nights

The race of rocks in me, nurse an aged fear
For it seems bad news swing by every year
First it was Uncle Pius who disappeared
Then Mama left us cold, bitter in tears…

Back then, O’yo yo’ we used to sing
Running to Baba to get a hug and swung
He made us laugh louder than bells can ring
He deserved more than can ever bring.

The curtains were open; well, that was yesterday
I had called in to say; “hello” today
Only to be told, he was gone with the rays
To join our ancestors who watch and pray.

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

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

Vanquished brutally

The riches of the world, makes me humble
Yet, a new week brings a new fumble;
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.

Thought I had substance, till devil prized me
Sheepishly am rigid up to my kneels
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.

In hot pan but the wax refuse to melt
Obviously most wax gained many regrets
No way out for the candle in the wind
Finally, my village people wins.

The battle is lost in eyes of soldiers
Hence, I often look over my shoulders
Standing like a tree blown fiercely by storms
It seems like, my village people won.

Inside me rage builds ready to explode
Heavy heart, yet loads comes in like a flood
Sticking like a glue, blowing like a storm
It seems like, my village people won.

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