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I am losing hope

I hate it so bad
When I hear I am
A talent, I swear

Blow off candlelights
I am losing hope
On the bleak my dear.

How can I move on
When the flames and heat
Disintegrate wax.

Giving me back pats
For innovations
I took to the max.

I am losing hope
On the clean and pure
Means of noble name.

Everything has changed
ill psychology
Brainwashes the sane…

I am losing faith
On myself and all
I stand for and bore…

Yes, variety
Is a spice of life…
It seems; not anymore.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Mood so swung

Have you ever had moments
That aren’t about regrets
Nor desiring time rewind
So to undo an ill act…

Have you ever had a rage
Burning within at some stage
When you just couldn’t pinpoint
From where the mood swings and drifts…

And, have you ever been asked
Why you are moody and sad
But you just have no answer
To why joy became lesser.

Am I alone in such world
Where moods flush like floods
Washing the subconsciousness
To the state of happiness.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lies, Axes and Ropes

Broken crown, heartless clown
I heard the news in town
That in her, you have found
Another head to ride.

Please make exception
For this one I mention
Who deserves joys not tears
I have known her for years.

Look at the way she smiles
Amused by dead dry jokes.
All she sees is a ring
But axe is all you bring.

Your deceit pulls and press
Till she becomes helpless
Since you must break her heart
Make it lightning fast.

Between the Devil and
The deep blue sea, just find
The best way to let her go,
Best if she doesn’t know..

For it will be red inks
And very traumatic
To a point she will die
If she finds all your lies.

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

Somonka: Ex lovers

Under moon are two rovers
With scars swollen as goiters
And jars of roses withered
Wandering by the river
Where they had lost each other…

Posterity remembers
They connected like Rivers
Flowing sweetly together
Through promises of forever
They once made in the alter.

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

Building Animosity

Call me mad, I don’t care
I am in its state of mind
As it stands.

Red traces of annoyance shows
A rusty face, better hush
Or get puffed..

Temper boils in great degrees.
Acrimony…? – I agree
As it stands.

This hatred has staged a rage
Waging violence burning deep
From within…

And my legs are rocking
Vibrating to destruction
As it stands.

While it burns; resentment
And annoyance are doubling up
My temper.

Now am prone; to ill acts
Words are flying more than the birds
As it stands.

How could you dare to taste
A passion of indignation
I call beef.

Call me mad, I don’t care
I am in its state of mind
As it stands.

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

Lock in syndrome

Not dead not alive
Yet brain did not allow
The body parts
To carry out
Their function.

Diseases can be
As cold as an ice
To an extent that;
Great and mighty
Falls and humbles….

I got to know a Bee
Busy beautiful butterflies;
Who was an Einstein
Writing letters while blinking
His cold craving eyes.

Breathing is a shame
When death is dare
Coming as blunder
Terminal disorder
To all organs in sum

“What is your name
Demons in there”
I asked in wonder
Only to discover
He had ‘lock-in-syndrome’.

Not dead not alive
Yet brain did not allow
The body parts
To carry out
Their function.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Unsatisfactory heart

A drop of affection
Elevated anticipation,
An increased dose
Of love substance
Created resistance
To love and emotions.

And now it seems
I can’t be cured
Of pains and frauds.
Many attempts
Made me leak
Hearts in blinks.

At times I pity
Those who say
They can stay
Because I am dead
Deep inside
My heart and head.

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

Narcissism

I began to see frost in flames
From frames and portraits of fame..
And the earth began to quake
Opening mouth to have a cake..

Voices scream; oh what an end… !
From the sky feathers shred
Heavens seems to open mouth
All I laboured for then fell out.

Collapsing with the dreams I had,
Then I realized I was bad
Living comfortable in vanity
And narcissm of reality..

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

A night in Atlanta Georgia

Apologizes
Bold letter inks
When pink slips comes
In phases of life

Be calm, and think
Remember that
Most times when the
Yellow Sun hides

The Moon roll out;
To fight the dark
And if no moon
The dark will spread

Stick, for some time
And still fade out
When a door close
Another will open

Long as it may;
And forever…
It can’t stay
Under the sky

Why worry when
It one day ends;
For every curve,
There is an edge

Georgia a dream
Only in sleep
Not in pink slips
And all of this.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

The poem was written the day I got a mail from Emory Lane, Graduate school.

I had applied for a PhD scholarship at Emory University, Atlanta Georgia. But didn’t get it.

So a night in Atlanta Georgia became a dream that didn’t come through.

Hence I wrote this self motivating poem to myself reminding me that as one door closes another opens… A week after though not a scholarship I got an admission letter from the university of Benin in Nigeria.

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