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Theme of peace

Air, water and land
Are all held between
By something within
By something we need
By something often killed.

As age grace the young,
Every child unborn
Shall learn a cool song
Coming from tongues
Of tideless Oceans
Youth arise; sing my song…

Water got no rival
Have you realized,
No rebound, no love
In a world at war…
Let the ocean flow
Youth arise; swim with me….

We label things red
Fear of extinction
Animals to zoo
Humans are farther
From air, sights and sounds
Youth arise; fly with me.

Love rot without it
Love dies, seriously
Endanger species
End jungle justice
Come to the bridge
Youth arise, come with me.

Give me chance to breath
Give me chance to breed
Endothermic theme
I am peace within
The world shall be calm
If youth arise with me.


Ack! There are bones
In our wardrope
Boo-hoo… We cry
For one two three
Lectures we crammed.

Aye! Stand and Ascend
The throne of head
Graduate; we try
Leap then to fly
But the school lied.

Eek! So surpised
Street hot, class iced…
In bed we tie
Joblessness lies
Future seems denied.

Hunh! Wallets throw
And joints we roll
Liquor we buy
We stay so high
Devil our mind.

Mwah! hugs no kiss
Snakes can’t hiss
Cats don’t die
Searching for pie
A spot to land.

Yum! We go home
With spits that foam
On mummy’s pie
And her hot fry
We eat in yard.

Yuck! kids nextdoor
Grow bad odour,
You, them and I
Who once said hi
Say bye, then hide.

Tick the time ticks
Hairs changing ink
Low key we stay
Red, day by day…

Author: Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
© 2017, Vinzpoetry
Lines: 40 lines
Syllable: 4-4-4-4-4

Voice of the youth

The elderly people will say,
The young people are slay,
Too young and so childish
To me that is not an issue
But a damaging piece of evidence
Of the way they are thinking
How old they’re becoming.

In the office yesterday
Where I get pay, pray and play.
An NYSC member walked up to me
Mid age range twenty to twenty-five
Wrinkled, talking like seventy-five
Lacking alertness and anticipation
I laughed all through his conversion…

Not because it was shallow alone
Not because he disregarded a phone
Not because he was poor mentally
Not because his words are my enemy
But because I wish to remain young
To see how this fella’s song
Will be, when he is actually seventy-five.

I am Vincent Onyekachukwu Onyeche


Young Boy’s World

Young Boy's World

Young Boy’s World

He seem a boy from a never same era,

Partly priest, partly pestilence,

Blessing both ugly and pretty girls;

Witching and itching hearts with his attitude.

Shy, sometimes smart and bold to face the her,

As she stares, he goes a thousand mile to please her.

Like Robin Hood, he steals to give to her.

His vitality, his arrogant courage, and his sense of humor

Brings mantle to his eyes and perks to his cheek.

Homo, womanizing, drugs, and wrongs he involves,

Smoking, drinking, fighting he kills,

Blood in hands, the young world hails and appears,

Displaying masculinity in the young world flairs,

He feels secured in crime he’ll rebuke his young boy from.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

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