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Little seeds sleep deep below, Waiting for their chance to grow. They don't rush, they just stay still, Till sun and rain their promise is fulfilled. . A tiny bud, a leaf so green, Not everything is quickly seen. The river flows, it takes its way, Not all at once, but day by day. When we can wait, and not quite fuss, A quiet strength will grow in us. No need to hurry, push, or fight, Just trust that things will turn out right. The finest fruit needs time to sweet, A gentle heart makes life co...
What I see, But it isn't it. It's my very own reflection as within. Yet, I know it not. It's my very thoughts that I saw, The very reflexes of my mental state. My Will,the indwelling self is at war with me. Through people, environment... When am at peace, harmony It all seems without. When am at war, chaos... within It all seems without. I think, how evil, good, lovely...is And it all seems. My very self act out to confront. All I saw in return, chaos. All I see, is nothing but all that i...
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In shadows creep the whispers low, A chill that wraps the heart in woe. When fear is around, the light may fade, Yet courage blooms where doubts invade. With trembling hands and racing heart, The strength within will play its part. For every shadow, a spark will found, In darkest nights, hope can astound. So breathe in deep, let worries flee, When fear is around, let courage be. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors
What I think, It's what I see. And What I see Soon becomes my thinking. The world is to everyone of his individual perception, And men, but a reflex of their mental state. As He thinketh in his heart, So is he. Men are but the product of their very own thoughts. As within, So without. #poetry #My2025onnircle #nircleblogpost #hellonircle #neighbour #poetrychapbook #nirclepoetrycommunity #notes #newsfeeds #nirclestories #storyteller #quoteoftheday #followme @philismpoems
Appreciating the work of the divine #beautyinhuman #Hellonircle #Poetrychapbook #poetrycommunity #poetry #beautyofflowers
The voice of sorrow with melancholic thoughts Wearied eyes of tears that refused to dry Troubled body, spirit and soul, shouts 'Give me children lest I die!' Speak to my womb and it'll come alive Like You commanded and the bones arose Touch my soul and my spirit shall thrive Give me children lest I die! My world's a shame without their cry The home a battle when the desire is high Peace of mind forlorn when the cot is dry Give me children lest I die! I'm an outcast among my own My...
*WERE AT WAR GROWING UP!* Many questions arose along the line They troubled a child to live a life Already in tears Uncertainties, Worries and fears Our first fault was we never queried our folks If we ever did, we got some strokes Father was stern Eyes blazing and nostrils smoky He wasn’t a smoker of anything other than my heart The sight of him was a red light on our part Is this not the man whose line we follow? Mum a mobile armory Waiting to discharge its content Of course the training ...
Do you feel the void? The one you are about to create in your heart as you kill me There was not a single tear in her eye Not a trace of fear in her face Instead a small smile played on her lips as she anticipated the pain Blood sputterred from the hole the bullet made in her chest She touched the spot tentatively, hands trembling "Nice shot" She dropped to her knees and smiled again; this time her eyes darkened, vengeance was complete "MURDERER" The words hung heavy in the air and scream...
Heavy with child, stressed at work Severally insulted and put in the dock With situation at home she could not take a walk Sometimes she cleans, then she hawks In penury, her children were reared With every penny the world could share Enduring the days of fasting and famine Raised she a family strong and sanguine Under her wings her chickens trust No hawk nor eagle dare her chicks fright Like a duck she keeps them in sight With her snarl predators bite the dust 'I live because my ...
.. I wasn’t done, I picked the pen✍️ again and wrote till I’ll be heard… The truth will always find it’s way out I looked back and “it” started to make sense The words, The truth, The vulnerability, Everything that seemed or looked true… Everything was starting to unravel itself I wasn’t done… I dropped the pen✍️ once again…. The story continues…. ©️ Faith Olawale (Lines&Light) ✍️ Lines&Light 📸 Lines&Light #poetry #thetruthuntold
The male is the head. The husband of the wife. Provides and looks after his household. The male is the ruler. He guides and protects. He cares and monitors. Working fine and never gives up even when he is tired. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors
Black is a color. A color with deep meaning for some. Black is a color. For some it meant power. Another Sorrow. And yet another grieving. Still more will say violence. And another not for God. Black is darkness. How boring in black. A good mood is always a fight in black. If we could see it as a color and not attach meaning to it! #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors
ROTLIGHT… I picked up the pen✍️ and wrote again This time with an assurance that , ”everything masterminded will surely be overthrown” (May we always find reasons to be alive in every where we find ourselves) “Writing with confidence beyond criticism is everything needed” … I began to speak words✍️ to people’s mindset because a day in life will come📍 When you needed those words to feel alive To live with spark✨ To feel as thou the heavens was smiling at you.. I wa...
Oyewale Toluwanimi was the brightest soul I had ever walked beside. Our steps once matched, our days intertwined— until, without warning, the thread between us began to loosen. One afternoon, I understood why: she was leaving town. I wept. My mother pulled me close, her arms a quiet shelter, and told me to be well. Her words carried something I could not yet name. Grief lingered in the corners of my days. But time kept reshaping me. My mother urged me to hold on to joy, and only later di...
I walk like a whisper Because thunder is tired. Because girls like me Aren’t taught to rattle rooms, We’re taught to carry them quietly. I smile like tradition stitched into lace Pretty, polite, and padded But don’t be fooled Every curve of that smile Is a story I haven't told you yet. They say, "Speak up." But they don’t know That my silence is fluent In truth. I don’t raise my voice. I raise the standard. In soft pink. In loud pens. In thoughts that strike deeper Than screams eve...
Our beautiful blue ball in space. One of a kind where amazing things exist. None like it can compete with it. Inside of it are wonderful things. Outside of it are marvelous things. This beautiful ball in space has neighbors. None can be compared to the beautiful blue ball in space. All its neighbors are unique in their own way. This beautiful blueball is the Earth Our beautiful blue ball in space. One of a kind where only life exists. None like it can compete with it. Seasons, weather and clim...
I stared into blank space, I couldn’t help but reminisce— Every moment I was hurt, Every struggle I had fought. I never believed I’d still be here, But here I am—caught up in it all. Still, I made a promise to myself: No one else should feel this way. This depression I had to climb out of— I fought like hell to breathe again. But now, it returns like a shadow, And once more, I search for a way out. These feelings of not being enough... They weigh heavy, And yes, I need help. I need t...
I looked into the skies, and I saw this— Here in the city of Ogbomoso📍 A gust of overwhelm rushed through me. It stirred memories I couldn’t quite explain— Memories of fearing the rain, Of fearing our old house might be blown away, Of muddy streets I used to hate After every stormy day. But I looked up and smiled. I was amazed… and I wondered why. Life happened—yes, it did. And now I find myself Loving this very same sky, This very same atmosphere I once wished away. © Fai...
POEM; Whispers in the dark Moving in the oceans of girdling lies Going over pending files He looked into the overwhelmed souls Sitting directly in the opposite rows. Knowing deep down in his majestic self (As he scanned through shadowed shelves, He traced the spines of thoughts at bay) That these words would unravel at noonday. He longs for tides to turn just right, For dawn to ride without a fight. He wanted everything just perfect, Not wanting to be laughed at. He kept this for so long, A...
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Hey love, It’s been a while — and I know that’s an understatement. I didn’t plan to ghost. Life just happened… loudly, quickly, and all at once. In the middle of creating, building, healing, and simply breathing, I went quiet here. But not still. A lot has grown in the silence: 🌿 I’ve become more rooted in my craft — from skincare content to photography 📝 My words have deepened, my vision clearer 📸 I’ve found new ways to tell stories — through light, product, and emot...
#poetry "The God of Billion Galaxies" In cosmic expanse, He reigns supreme, A billion galaxies, His majestic dream. Yet, amidst the stars and celestial sea, He whispers your name, personally. In the grand tapestry of time and space, You're a precious thread, a chosen face. He knows each tear, each hopeful sigh, And holds your heart, with a loving eye. With fingers that crafted Andromeda's might, He gently guides you, through life's plight. In the vastness, you're not alone, For the God of ga...
The mood that makes mute. Unuttered thoughts that is supposed no one hears. The urge to speak. Unable to find words. Scanning for words. Able to find words. Imprisoned by fear that produce Silence. A lovely smile. Soothing speech. A heart full of joys. Bright and brave. The words many like to hear. The words that make many raise their hands. Gains control and reaches Freedom. #poetry #Nircle #quotes #Nirclestories #Hellonircle #Neighbors
Must it be me, That the winds of sorrow chase, When joy is served at many tables, And I am left with an empty plate? Must it be me, Whose footsteps echo through lonely paths, While others find the drumbeats sweet, And dance beneath the moonlit grass? I ask the trees, they only sway, I ask the birds, they fly away, The river hums but will not say, Why storms choose me, day after day. The elders say, “The chick that scratches early, Finds the seed that others miss,” But my hands are raw fro...
Sleep... My energizer and rejuvenator I go weak and tired but return strong with power The weight of my eye lids can now compete with that of lead Struggling to stay awake is a waste of fight cuz I lose often The land of dreams and of powers I never knew I had Some seek to sleep with all they have aquired Some chase the sleep withholding the pleasure Like death, you may have to freeze Travel to a land unknown and Sometimes with people unknown Strangers and friends mingle in unusual pl...
ECHOES of UNSEEN It comes not loud, but soft and slow, A whisper in the mind’s shadow. No warning signs, no flashing light, Just breath that flees and chest pulled tight. It wears no face, it speaks no name, Yet every thought it twists with shame. It turns the mirror into war, And locks the self behind a door. It tells you lies in gentle tones: “You’re not enough,” “You’re all alone.” It paints the world in shades of fear, And makes your heartbeat disappear. Crowds become ocea...
🅝︎🅞︎ 🅛︎🅞︎🅥︎🅔︎ Hearts run red— spilled across thoughts I cannot gather. Mind too sharp, slicing myself with critique. I hang in silence, gripping air, while the world chants: _"Leave her alone."_ But how can I? Am I too much? Too expectant? Too desperate to be what she’ll never need? The heart kneels— a fragile worshiper at her altar. Her name echoes, yet never rhymes with mine. She is sacred, and I am the trespasser. _"I am someone else's property,"_ her...
THE POWER OF DEATH To love is to hurt ones self Death doesn't really hurt but when we love, it does. It is our inability to let go of the past. It is to want more but never to let go. For in order to really be free, we have to be willing to let go Of the past and embrace the future. For in death, humans find the strength to let go. #poetry #nirclepoetry #nirclenewsfeed
#poetry Nights of this kind were their unravelling; Two souls absolute twin flames . The fire would cede to match the passion of their bodies as their mutual yearning craved their indulgence in a dance of euphoria and beautiful ruin. Her ravishing curves ,oh her curves ,an irresistible melodic charm that worked him to the edge where they succumbed to their primal urges as they locked in a kiss all feverish nights long. Winters had never been this short and memorable! 🌹❣️ Dann Poetr...
#poetry *MY EMOTIONS FOR THE DAY.* 🫰🏻✍🏽 When tears fall like the rain, And heartache causes you pain, Remember, you are strong and bright, A shining star in the dark of night. Your emotions, they ebb and flow, Like the waves that gently kiss the shore below, Allow yourself to feel, to cry, to heal, For in the vulnerability, your heart will reveal. You are loved, you are dear, A precious soul, always near, To those who care, to those who see, Your worth, your beauty, wild and free....
The little efforts made. To make cheer. Only to feel alone, And look for joy sole. If one cheer, And peer. Then the drums could have been heard. Not to feel broken And small. Low self esteem, Deem it not be. As life is survival. Not looks. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors
#poetry PIECES OF EACH OTHER 🧩 We are pieces of each other, scattered across time, Different faces, different stories, yet the same silent ache behind the eyes. Our roots entwined beneath the surface, invisible bonds that tie, A network of relationships, a web of life. When someone speaks their truth, it lands in us like it was our own, A recognition of soul to soul, a knowing that we're not alone. We walk around thinking our wounds make us separate, But maybe they're the thread that binds...
I stood in the garden of broken dreams, No fig leaves, no silken seams. The world saw my scars, my pain, my flame, Yet I stood naked, but not ashamed. The serpent hissed, “You’ve lost it all!” But heaven whispered, “You still stand tall.” Stripped of wealth, of pride, of name, I’m covered in mercy, clothed in grace. Adam fell, and Eve did too, But redemption came and made me new. No guilt, no chains, no lingering blame, I am naked, yet not ashamed. The earth may laugh, the crowds ...
#poetry A Self imposed sheriff Free of etiquette Blind to the grace on Gregory Undermining prestige and hierarchy Lacking decorum, throwing tantrums A narcissistic sepian, full of hubris On the verge of, Plunging nation's Heartbeat into anarchy. A Stiff-necked effigy destinated for pardition. Disastrous, calamitous, lascivious and ridiculous Daily masturbating infantile idiosyncrasies A sycophantic puppet Installed for roguery Unlettered and untamed wannabe Enthroned by travesty for ...
#poetry A daughter’s ache, a heart split wide Love and hurt walk side by side. Born of warmth, raised in storm, A bond distorted, far from norm. A mother’s touch, both balm and blade, Soft in moments, then love delayed. She yearned for words that never came, And wore the silence like a name. The weight of “be good,” the sting of “not quite,” The smile she faked to make things right. Validation just out of reach, A child still learning how to speak. She danced for love on broken t...
It's not seen. It’s the silence between breaths. The invisible ache masked by "I’m okay." It slips behind smiles, Shadows behind laughter that sounds too rehearsed. It’s tiredness no sleep cures, It’s hunger with no appetite, It’s loneliness even in company. I pen this with love, For those whose eyes shine yet minds dim, Whose hearts smile but faces bleed. Those drowning, not in oceans, but in thought. Those who’ve mastered the art of showing up, Even when their souls beg to withdra...
#Poetry A political puppet with a pinch of nuisance value An unlettered persona, a dazed despot With simile of psychological imbalance Full of arrogance of ignorance Consumed by hubris and political paranoia Embedded in symptoms of desperation Eaten by inferiority complex and low self-esteem So frightened by shadow of excellence A nuisance on the path of self destruction String in self made delusions Still basking in the euphoria of judicial summersault of justice Hence, spiting venom of ...
#poetry His unfeigned kindness and unentittled affection pierced through the gray scale casting a silhouette of a vintage love on their fair hearts;no passion to hide and none to confess,. with her maiden heart and his desires unprofaned,she became a subject of profound interest recoursing his sensations to meet her interests, in the while forging an invincible bond that recalls them to an unwavering and fierce loyalty . ❣️🌹 Dann Poetry.©
#poetry Son looks at mother with disdain He tells her she knows nothing He looks at father with kinder eyes Even when father might act out of terms He is still smarter than mother could ever be He says "Look at mother, she knows nothing so she is nothing" He says he judges them fairly But he is blind to his judgement Son often forgets he and father are alike And likeness doesn't see flaws