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Mother, what does it mean to be carried in your womb for several months? What pain did your body endure? What distress overcame your pleasure? What challenges trailed your paths? Is any food so sweet, now puking yet inviting? Any position of rest so desirous yet distressing? Is any ideal attire, customary, now unfitting? Are there places of interest, habitual, now forbidden? For the period of pregnancy is a period of pain and pressure A time to prepare for the arrival of a new creatur...
A sense of discipline. A sense of humour. A sense of knowledge. A sense of love. A sense of understanding. Having horse sense. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors #Nircle stories
Medium: Mixed Media on Paper Year: 2025 This artwork explores the delicate dialogue between darkness and illumination within the human soul. The piece presents a surreal landscape where a face, emerging from textured shadows, gazes into a radiant sunlit horizon. It symbolizes introspection—the silent conversation one holds with oneself amid life’s contrasts of despair and hope. The shadows represent the hidden fears and memories we wrestle with, while the sun embodies awakening, clari...
Look beyond what you see. Not to the extreme lest passion makes us blind without reason. Nothing drives a man to error like passion which takes away his reasoning. Not too driven and not too still but a balance of the drive and being still is the harmony and the co-ordination. Look beyond what you see, Not with too much reverence lest you become an enemy of the truth out of your very obsession driven by passion which takes away reason. Look beyond what you see, not with too much ridicule lest...
Small short tree. A wonder in the garden. My senses awaken. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle
#poetry Night-blooming Jasmine, the queen of the night, Shared a tender moment before sunrise. Lovely kisses, the sweet breath of blossoms The stars witnessed the moon’s smile. In jealousy, the cock called for the sun to rise, To interrupt their wondrous meeting. Yet still, it is another beautiful day A morning run, as royalty calls for the people’s gaze. A golden-footed dreamer steps in at dawn, A gentle, playful son sent by the moon, To merry with the flowers, And put a smile on ever...
So, I’m having a bad day. The day hasn’t even fully started, and I already feel off. It’s not that I’m sad or ungrateful. I just don’t feel any ounce of genuine happiness right now. Don’t get me wrong, I’m fulfilled… very fulfilled, actually. But happiness? Not quite there at the moment. I went out to run a few errands, and that helped a bit. Still, there’s this dull heaviness I can’t seem to shake off. You know that saying—“Look at the brighter side of things”? Well...
Keep an open door for entry and exit. A portal is a two dimensional way for both entry and exit. Never close the door thinking you have had enough. The eyes are never fed up seeing neither the ears tired of hearing if you allow these. To those who sever long term relationship, offering their arm at length, restrain thy arm; withhold your arm in peace and never lend out your arm to fight to the fullest to inflict revenge out of anger. For anger drives us mad if not controlled and soon into the...
Ahuoiza, No doubt you were created after God rested from his work. How could you possess all that a man wants in a woman in abundance? Your appearance reminds me of an angelic being with adorable radiance Whose elegance adorns the atmosphere of a palace with an endearing fragrance Your long black hair, like 'kóró oshìn', is a testament to your beauty Your beautiful white eyes are pieces of gemstone encircled in bright diamonds Your small nose pointed like 'Òyìnbó's, fitted perfe...
*Have a taste of His love* I know I'm the guy you love to hate It bothers me not nor makes me irate I have a heart directed by Him till date Even though I was once lost but found His grace Rejoice with me cause I live for His sake For my salvation is not a piece of cake Every man without Him is nothing but fake Until he meets Him, the Lord of grace Know you not we were born with a flaw? The misdeed of man despising His awe Is a portion we brought and fight like a war We remain in bat...
Fate twists. And fortune take turns, changing sides. For better, for worse. For none is all fortunate, unfortunate. There are lucky days alternating with unlucky ones likewise times and seasons. Fortune favours the daring, bold in their escapades then soon grow jealous and envious of its prodigy; how colossal their achievements, odds to their favour in time, per time. It then develop wings and takes flight, leaving plight in sight. And within seconds, it switch sides. The triumphant hero so...
So, I mentioned starting something new in my previous post, and it’s been exciting, even though it sometimes feels like a lot to handle. The beginning was shaky. I didn’t fully understand what I needed to do, and it kind of felt like that “what you were taught in class vs. what you meet in the real world” moment. The internship I did to learn this skill was amazing—hands-on and practical—but the real thing hits differently. You just have to figure things out as you go, and that’s...
*Let it go* Let it go Friend, Stir not over spilt milk Give your heart a break and move on Greater is it that lies ahead than had gone Believe in yourself and aim for the peak Let it go Brother Life of a man consists not in what he acquired Better to condescend and live than strive to death The beasts of the earth thrive from their stealth The journey of life is for the minds that conquer Relax o Sister, Moths and other ugly insects hovering round a lighted candle Cannot put out its li...
#poetry Hey, why did the earth hide you this long ? Today I’m lucky, I saw butterflies, I admire their fragile dance with the wind. Looking deeper, I found a secret art. Everyone can see it, but nobody is questioning the mystery behind it a painting born from an unseen canvas. As it drifted away, I didn't get a chance to ask it of it mysterious beauty Then you appeared a greater masterpiece than the one I saw first Immediately, i knew the butterfly I saw came to welcome your presence . ...
I had a week. It was quite okay. That phrase “when the going gets tough, the tough get going”—na lie. 😂 If you don’t use the grace and strength of God to tie your sokoto, you will fall. Because, my dear, it’s not easy. Fitting into a new role for the first time is not easy, especially after being freelance for a while. Trying to understand the brand culture, how things work… it’s a lot. But na God dey use hand hold me like this. I was telling my sister the other day, “I don...
*Oh my Bride.* Oh my Bride, How come thou suddenly become a stranger? You that were never a lone ranger Why do I forsee nothing but danger ? From your cold taciturn disposition Where is the genuine love you professed? Where is the commitment you confessed? How come our pilgrimage never beyond this progressed? The avowed decision we kept with passionate consideration. Your affable love, inestimable Your infectious smile, inflammable All gone like vapour disappears untraceable And pl...
Power that is unspoken, Yet written. The unspoken word, Yet written, It defines, re-defines, makes and breaks. The diary, few in words and small in size, Yet the arbiter in dire moments. It embroids and shreds. If I will, but no one knows what I have willed into to being thousands of years to come. Let me put it down into a diary. Thousands of years to come when the bones of our bodies turn dust, only the diary: the unspoken word written would speak and thus rewrite, edit, re-edit, make the ...
Wait for your time to learn. Wait for your turn to work. And recieve the joy of your hard work. The gift of God has no pain added to it. Taking away what others has worked, Brings punishment and pain thereafter. Jealousy torments. Envy breaks others. Take and give back. Build up and commend. There is mutual benefits from every hard work. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors #Western Nigeria
A little piece I wrote two years ago about the pieces that makes a whole.Parts and shreds of emotions and moments that makes memories. #hellonircle #poetrychapbook #poetry #Heritagewrites #fragmentsofasoul #momentsandmemories
Some days I’m deep, some days I’m chill, some days I’m loud laughter or quiet thoughts. I can be curious, tired, soft, fierce and all of it still counts as me. I don’t have to fit one mood, one pace, one version of “put together.” I’m a blend and that’s my balance. #poetry
He whispered—and I heard. The dark clouds spoke in a language only I could understand. The crying of nearby babies tried to pull me away, but I remained still, aware. I looked into the overwhelming sky and understood words beyond anyone’s imagination. I realized: the sky holds unspoken truths— you only need calmness to listen. Astonished by its beauty, I kept listening, kept jotting down the silence between the clouds. But then— my mother called my name. I had to go. And when I retur...
Just a book You might think Filled with unspoken words Covered with painting so deep Holding secrets that you know of A diary Man's greatest secret holder Holding the darkest of us Holding the brightest of our days A secret entry to the thoughts We never thought of expressing It holds our peace. It holds our doom. It reminds us of strength We once had It reminds us to be vulnerable. because we're just human It stays with us till we can't. Tell it things. We keep it close to us. till we ...
Calmness is good. Calmness creates awareness. Calmness gives room for peace. Calmness redefines and restructures. Calmness restores. Calmness aids clarity. Calmness aids understanding. Calmness resolves issues. Calmness opens the mind. Calmess makes way for harmony. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors
Year 2018 From the diary of a bipolar.. To the bane of my existence And to the memories not forgotten. I habour them within. Walking through the sea of evergreen. I caught myself staring. Not at the grasses, but the memories hidden within. Through this fields of sorrow. I sought joy from deep down my bone marrow. Smiles plastered my youthful lips. Tears drenched the eyes of my heart, lids. A journey of unending tomorrows, Leaves behind ending todays and yesterdays gone. Leaves behind e...
Blanked Easy oh you the man in my fantasy Longing for peace oh are you empathy We judge the books not by simplicity Bring the clouds down Oh Ambiguity Just like today we deem things Necessity Tomorrow feels filled with Atrocity Am I to call all that be cruelty Yet not the best of them Majesty I see the stars all by Sunrise Like the great moon rises at Sunset A tossed coin brings uncertainty Yet the fate of tail lies with the Head. ...
#poetry I lost all hope So full of whisper oh dawn of mystery That I had mistaken for normal luxury Lost in the rhythm of life's harmony Dancing to your tune yet all is agony I lost all hope! I lost all hope That the sun will rise with new flag so white That a full moon will be jealous, though, might Be mistaken all gold glitters Yet no light outshines the moon but litter I lost all hope! I lost all hope When the nightmares of my childhood haunts And the universe offers nay but taunts Wa...
Sixty-five years of independence have come and gone, A nation born from dreams, yet still fighting to hold on. Children's eyes wide with hunger, their bellies in pain, No shelter from the blows, just tears like falling rain. The air is thick with dread, buzzing like a swarm, Families huddle in fear, as troubles take form. The dark game of kidnapping, banditry's cruel song, Leaves hearts aching for answers, wondering where they belong. Roads are in disrepair, shadows cloak the w...
Diary of a bipolar.. It's has been while. 365 days of overthinking again. Perhaps, not wanting a reoccurring theme. Perhaps just the habitual game play of moodsl Most definitely No definitely not. I know this feeling; it is pain. I feel the burning embers of my last emo fires, darkening my walls. Warming up my coals with memories and instigating thoughts. My dreams are left in a wake of my troubled thoughts, night terrors and endless uneventful waking moments drowning in my own sweat. What ...
Nigeria at 65 Nigeria, a great nation At 65, the era of seasoned grace. At 65, we stand unbroken, bold like a lion that cannot be tamed. From trials of splendid sapa To draws of fatal shege Still we triumph— like the rise of garri, refined by the beauty of jollof. A land of promise... still unfolding. Nigeria, your name carries weight, like the pounds of eba Thriving in every corner of the world, like you own the stage. People associate with you— for your rhythm, for your co...
If we were like the four seasons Perhaps I should have frozen our spring. I should have kept our burning hearts in stasis. This way they wouldn't have been dried out like a raisin in the summer sun. They wouldn't have died a thousand deaths of fall. If we were like the four seasons How much it pains me to say, you were right. You warned me, but my ears were stuffed with sweeteners I crowned my bloodlust muscle king and she put us to death. Woe is me to have thought of poppies and meteor sh...
Happy 65TH INDEPENDENCE NIGERIA✨🎉 #Poetry #Spokenwordpoetry #Nigeriaourmotherland
Come back home o wandering daughter Come to the embrace of your waiting father Come to the open arms of your loving mother The home where you had joy without vendetta The world outside is cold and spitting Full of wolves ravening and serpents biting Filled with desperate folks who look inviting But whose hearts are depraved with all manners desecrating He has created you with painstaking precision Modelled to His image with delicate additions With an appearance that defies every opposition ...
This is a plea to Nircle team. Is any other user having issues with the app or the site? I literally can’t understand what’s going on anymore. I get comment notifications but when I open to respond I don’t see the comments. I can’t react or respond to comments which is very bad. Right now I can’t upload my videos because after doing it, it doesn’t upload, but I see an increase in my videos with two extra that I don’t even see in my catalogue. Some areas don’t even opened,...
Hi, how is it going? Had this with me for months and just thought to share it now. Hope you like it :) How does one get over that feeling? How do you grieve? What are the questions that need answers? And the ones we’re too scared to ask? Do you just wake up one day and forget? Do you ever get the luxury of feeling nothing —even for a second— without remembering? Grief remembers. Not just the loss. But the love. The laughter. The late-night fights and the early-morning silence. The ...
From the diary of a bipolar.. To a wild world She saw this somewhere Somewhere I cannot seem to remember any longer. The world was burning. Chaos spread like wild fire, everyone for himself. She knew they were all going somewhere, because she herself was being pulled. Was it a lover? Family? The familiarity was keen, somewhat intimate. Yet his face, unfamiliar. He pulled with all his strength as she screamed. Her bloodied palms spoiled her face as she slapped her ears to cower from th...
#poetry Dear Me How did I arrive at such a spacious abyss Where conflicts are resolved with a tone And peace is always a tool on the tongue Would it have mattered if I say I am to blame Should it be I am to blame would it have made a difference Would it have been fault to the ears? Listen Life says she's mysterious and hear hear You who chose life chose destruction I hear Had I not heard that life meant destruction That living on its own is a heavy load taken Could it be that we all got it w...
From the diary of a bipolar.. To her current cold hearted self too numb to feel, and too indifferent to even try. I am sorry.. I should have loved and be loved better not harder. I should have never begged to be loved. I should have never settled for less at the expense of my sanity. But how would I have known then? I was too innocent and naive to have looked before I leaped. Now I am forced to live with the scars of memories that never learned how to stay dead; reminding me that some wound...
A piece with no title, written three years ago , portraying the struggle between passion for education and practical skill. If this piece should have a title, What would it be? #Hellonircle #poetrychapbook #poetry #lifestyle #passiom #Heritagewrites
Beyond our knowledge is our ignorance. Beyond what we see, feel, smell, touch lies the vast infinite UNKNOWN. That's the existence of God (the) UNKNOWN. The more we discover of the vast UNKNOWN (INFINITY), the more towards GOD (INFINITY) we go; the more we hunger and yet to know, the more the vast emptiness (ambition, hunger for knowledge) of the UNKNOWN fills the soul and the crave drives to breakthrough ignorance of the UNKNOWN. None can prove that He exists and none can prove He doesn't ex...
#poetry Her voice , tender yet eruptive, as the whispers of her interests unravel me in a wild streak of erotic tension. Her moans are prayers in a holy ruin swearing in her breath like it is a decree and I revel in kneeling before her in this holy ritual,not for proposing marriage but to consent for her legs ; two candles that sets my mind on fire . She teases my faithful savage in hysterical laughs pulling the heat from beneath my skin while her back arch in a sensual allure,each arc in ...