Home » Posts tagged 'Somonka'

Tag Archives: Somonka

Somonka: Quiet Eulogy

Do not say adieu
When I ghost, to dust I came
I have got a book
Of dotted T’ and I’, printed
Clear and bold; easy to read.

Do not say adieu
When I am cold lying still
Read my disclaimer
Boldly titled; quiet eulogy
From a deep sweet word of tears

Say me no adieu
For we were never friends
Then why try to please
My drying bones, for nothing
Inside my home, ears are deaf

Say me no adieu
Nor sweetness for my bitters
Neither the vacuums
Should be false to please the ears
Sing me no beautiful praise.

If am what you say
Tell to face not when I ghost
Say welcome to me
While I breath, before you bid
Your last adieu when I leave…

If am what you say
Let me hear those kind words now…
Not in funerals;
Honor me while am awake
Not when I am in deep sleep.

©2018 Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

#10 lines (Somonka) – Cute sharks

You are uncertain;
So brave, so cute and so smart
Dwelling in an ocean…
You see her as a doormat
To empty fake love on her.

Nights you wink at him
With your teeth you draw shadows
And loathe him to dreams,
He loves you, yet you hunt him;
You guys are deceitful cute sharks.

#10 lines (Somonka) – Poetical Diction

You are the love poems
Exceptionally written
In different inks,
In accordance to your smiles;
You are so magnificent…

Adoring faults and spots
Your ravishing lines are chosen
By minds of great poets,
To appreciate your hotness
You’re the diction of a poet.

#10 lines (Somonka) – Love kiss the scars

There are lots of scars
On the surface of this skin,
Soft, thicker or thin.
The memories of the past
Has an awful heartbreak crack.

But love came with ease,
Stretched and kissed the scars;
Amazingly, out went the mark
And wiped off all shed tears
With an exchange of sweet spit.

#10 lines (Somonka) of a sad poem

She’s not exactly sad
But trying to fit and blend,
Into a character
Drafted deftly in lines
By the inks of the writer.

So don’t blame her
As soon as the ink spills
Creativity lies
On her sorrows and sadness,
Hence, she must always be sad.

%d bloggers like this: