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Exploring Poetry

Ako Philemon

THE HUNGRY MOUSE

A mouse once fell into a jar full of grain. First day it celebrated. Food everywhere. No need to struggle. It ate. It slept. It got comfortable. But the grain kept reducing every day. The same place that looked like paradise slowly became a prison. This is how life traps many people. Too much comfort. Too much easy living. And before you know it, the strength to climb out is gone. Sometimes the biggest trap in life is the place you feel most comfortable. -------------------------------- Most...

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TINUBU'S RHETORIC
Michael Linus McPatrick

TINUBU'S RHETORIC

#POetry Tinubu's vain words, With iota of food for thought But without food for us His slogan of renewed hope Snatched little left of us Keeps us hopelessly koboless His cult of APC, full of villains, have All Promises Cancelled His many spins at campaign, all Gone with the wind His obsession with the next polls Makes him cold-hearted. With, So much to feed his greed But none for our needs While he cruises around unperturbed Terrorists overrun our homes Our land flows with blood Tea...

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Ako Philemon

THE ART OF LIVING

The Art of Living is but War You have to fight to Live, through the times as it demands. And cowards die many many times before their death. Life is not built to support the weak. The weak need the strong but must get strong themselves and stronger as time goes by and circumstance demands. To be weak, is a self sentence to be slaughtered by the aggression, ruthlessness of the brute, slavish. And when you shall have dominion; you shall break free. Moderation holds no advantage over aggressio...

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BETTER AGE
Piece Teensy

BETTER AGE

A better age is near. When no sounds of terror will fill the air. And no epidemic will threaten lives. Disasters reduces population. Hunger opresses the soul and makes work unenjoyable. But tomorrow an overflow of food. Troubles and problems causes pain. The elements of sufferings has been told will be no more. How we are not to wonder that those who had kicked bucket will awaken. Whom will see them? How sure they had rise up. Each one who yearns will like to hear the call. A better age, I h...

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Ineke BSC

PEACE BEYOND THE HEADLINES

#poetry We wake to pressure... not birdsong, but static. Screens vomit panic before the sun exhales, headlines clawing the skull like debt knocking at dawn. Fear sells. We line up daily, scrolling borrowed graves, draping strangers’ tragedies across our chests until our own peace files a missing-persons report. The world howls with fracture... nations cracking, promises rotting, men unraveling. Chaos no longer knocks. It pulls up a chair at breakfast, eats from our plates, and whispers thro...

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What Life Means For Me
Piece Teensy

What Life Means For Me

What life means for me! Having acquired knowledge and skills. What life means for me! Having good earnings. What life for me! Having a family. What life means for me! having a lot good time. What life means for me! Having good friends. What life means for me! Having enough good food. What life means for me! Living a long time and long days. What life means for me! Living a fulfilled and fruitful life. #poetry #Nircle

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Oluseyi Ogunbanwo

THE NIGERIAN SPIRIT

*THE NIGERIAN SPIRIT* It never yields, Never bows, Never breaks, Never dies. Though the economy bites like iron, Though the streets groan with silent hunger, Though mountains rise, and unyielding— Still, it stands… and overcomes. It thrives where storms refuse to cease, Breathes beneath suffocating shadows, Rises through walls of resistance, Silencing the thunder of its foes. Like a rose guarded by ruthless thorns, Desired, yet doubted by distant eyes, Admired, yet measured with suspici...

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Our love, absolute religion
Simiyu Danniel

Our love, absolute religion

#poetry Honeyed lips, crystals in her bra, her skin glistening with alabaster oil. On a bended knee, I surrender to worship the sanctity of the goddess in her and her sacred space. Two beings; a pilgrim and a deity we write scripture in passion's flame as we unravel in magick and spells. Our love; absolute religion—with a devotion forged from an allure nearly forbidden and a union written in the stars. © Silver Sword & Sage

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DECEIT
Agbinya Mario Gabriel

DECEIT

Behind a smile so calm and bright, Lies a shadow hiding from the light. Words as soft as morning rain, Yet carrying seeds of silent pain. Promises float like clouds in the sky, Gentle whispers that slowly lie. Truth is buried beneath the art, Of clever lips and a guarded heart. Deceit walks quietly, never loud, Wearing honesty like a borrowed shroud. It builds its throne on fragile sand, Guided by a trembling hand. But time, the judge that none can flee, Unveils what hidden eyes can’t see. ...

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THE SHADOW THAT ARRIVED BEFORE THE PASSPORT
jerry KWATCHEY

THE SHADOW THAT ARRIVED BEFORE THE PASSPORT

#poetry THE SHADOW THAT ARRIVED BEFORE THE PASSPORT by SIMU A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. Some nations walk into the room a full minute before their citizens do not in pride, not in power, but in suspicion. There is a country whose name I will not carve into this page, yet the world already whispers it. A place where the few wrote history in fonts so bold the many must now carry it like a scar. A nation where a single accent warm, rhythmic, unmistakable can make strangers hold their b...

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Jared Chimezie

The World Is So Dim By Rev. Igwe Jared 09/03/2026.

The world is so dim, Many nations too grim. People falling to diseases, Bodies lost to bandits’ guns. Our leaders stand deadly mute Their silence harsher than drought. Pain rises without cure, Hope fades like a dream at dawn. Children shrink on cracked earth, While cameras chase their shine. The hungry press their ribs to sleep, And no one hears them scream. Mothers carry their sons home On roads no map remembers. Daughters vanish in silent vans While courtrooms rehearse their lies. The...

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ISOLATED
Piece Teensy

ISOLATED

Bars of iron and a lock. Behind is only a small bed and a chair. Why here? How it happened. Innocent or culpable OR Locked in or out for a purpose? A release for innocence - Locked in strictly for change - correction - acceptance. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors

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THE THEATRE OF IRONY
jerry KWATCHEY

THE THEATRE OF IRONY

#poetry THE THEATRE OF IRONY “Some mirrors are only clear when they face outward.” Irony is a strange theatre of the human mind. It is watching the devil you know the one who wounds without pause, whose words fall like cold rain on bare skin suddenly soften at the sight of another’s suffering. His voice lowers. His head shakes in quiet disapproval. His face folds into sympathy. He offers condolences with the gentleness of a priest. And you stand there… Silent. Blinking rapidly, your mi...

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Portrait of my Mother
Sokomba Esther Aderiyike

Portrait of my Mother

My lens zoom in on her face All I see is mine and the other woman in her eyes My lens wasn't bad yet her picture came blurry To click the shutter wasn't the job Something held me back Life happens and joy is her right My eyes could pierce through this smile or should I? like the brain, the processor wasn't so bad The brain takes the place of prosessor here As my third eye sees beyond the smiles And behind the frame of her glasses rest her fragile energetic body Though a body frame that gently ...

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Tears at Dawn
Abby Saila

Tears at Dawn

The days of should-have-beens A reminder of what once was Far cry from what will be If man were resilient, he would taste from the streams of immortality The ancients sang in days gone past Not knowing the woes That should befall the Common man I shudder at the erratic ways of youthfulness A bile spewed From realms beyond times As if in recompense for the sins of the father Ah! laugh at he that mocks For his calamity is but a step away Not knowing the days of mankind, the offsprin...

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Oluseyi Ogunbanwo

The Revolutionist Mindset

*The Revolutionist Mindset* What spirit moves within the breast of man That, seized by one imperious thought, He yields his reason captive to its flame And crowns that inward fire with sacred name? It is a temper wrought in restless hours, When Freedom—fairest daughter of the skies— Is invoked, yet scarcely understood; For oft her holy semblance is profaned By hands unclean, by hearts untried in virtue. Behold the Revolutionist— Not always clad in terror at the first, But robed in promi...

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Her Orgasms, my Salvation
Simiyu Danniel

Her Orgasms, my Salvation

#poetry Scrollwork of my tongue I break your body like sacrament in the holy communion of our erotic tension. Why do you pray in hymns and moan in music every note trembling like a Hail Mary you holy righteous woman with feral eyes? Did He who maketh the lamb imbue you with this dragon fire to consume my logic and reason, torment my spirit claiming my very soul? Oh tell me my radiant sovereign muse why would your ruin wage war against my faith? Do you revel in disrupting my truth of devotion wit...

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Ineke BSC

ONYE MA UCHE CHUKWU(Who Truly Knows the Mind of God?)

#poetry ONYE MA UCHE CHUKWU (Who Truly Knows the Mind of God?) BY INEKE BSC Who truly knows the mind of God? You hunted the poor, maimed the needy, tore them open with shattered vows. Onye makwanu uche Chukwu? They fled—not from fear, but because the world tilts against them. Life waits for no trembling knees. Ọsọ ndụ adịghị agwụ ike. Like a fatherless child, they dare not linger. Survival is the only birthright the robbers could not steal. But onye makwanu uche Chukwu? On...

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Ineke BSC

THE SEED OF CONSENT

THE SEED OF CONSENT By INEKE BSC Our people dwell in terror’s iron grip, A handshake decayed to fatal slip. Bandits dictate; the state bows low. Daughters ravaged, mothers endure the woe. Refuse—and face the barrel’s cold decree. Resist—and watch your children cease to be. A seed once sown in hushed consent Now feasts upon the hand that lent. Uproot the roots that taint the vein. Bury favoritism in an unmarked plain. And see the merchants of chaos fall, Crushed by the weight of their...

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Oluseyi Ogunbanwo

Lamentation of the Widower

*Lamentation of the Widower* Left at the brink of birthing our child, You slipped beyond my trembling reach, Leaving a heart withdrawn and wild, Untouched by lullabies it longs to teach. How could the Most High loose grim death To stalk the earth in ruthless rage? Why must love surrender breath And leave the world a broken stage? Point me to death’s dark hideaway— Its secret den, its lurking place— And I would rise without delay To chain its boast and scorch its face. Yet thee I mourn...

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Just Realized…
Miracle Afomachukwu

Just Realized…

I just realized Most of my videos and pictures go unposted. They lay forgotten in my gallery, Collecting dust, unrequited, Sometimes hidden away Where no eyes can see but mine. Are they fine? Yes, of course. But I can’t post them. The labels tagged to poses haunt me. Society has conformed a lot… My mind rigged and twisted. “Too feminine,” my mind screamed. “They will frown at it.” The twists and turns; are they necessary? My heart kept asking. Again and again, I took posing lesson...

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THE ARCHITECT OF SELF
jerry KWATCHEY

THE ARCHITECT OF SELF

#poetry THE ARCHITECT OF SELF Most people are other people. Their choices are echoes. Their passions are borrowed. Their convictions are shaped by whatever the world applauds loudest. They follow the noise, convinced it is their voice. They wear the names of strangers on their backs, idolize lives they will never live, and celebrate dreams that were never theirs to begin with. They inherit desires instead of discovering them. They walk in cages they cannot see, and call it freedom. Most live th...

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Oluseyi Ogunbanwo

The Perpetual Warfare of Life

*The Perpetual Warfare of Life* Life is no meadow of untroubled bloom— It is a field where unseen banners rise. I entered it in crimson travail, With shrieks that tore the trembling air; My mother, rescued from death’s cold brink, Lay spent between anguish and relief. Around my cradle glad voices swelled— Yet none foretold the wars ordained for me. My midnight cry, a helpless trumpet, Summoned not comfort alone but scorn. Disturbed neighbours muttered in wrath, As though my breath were...

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BEAT
Piece Teensy

BEAT

The heart doth sings as joy comes. The heart doth sings as trial comes. As far as the sun, And great as the sea, The passing wind blows, Numerous we are. And one thing known, All shall not all be erased, Until the things to come. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #Neighbors

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Lambe-Rohi Bethel-Gold

Here's why your post looks like you're rambling

Your hook says, 'Acne is a mood killer; here's why.' Then you ramble about causes, effects on personality, and ruined photos—but never get to the solution. Three paragraphs in, your reader is gone. As a scriptwriter, I know structure isn't just decoration—it's what makes your message land. So, here's the framework I use for every post: The 4-step structure approach: Step 1: Define the problem ✍️ What is the purpose of your post? Are you trying to raise awareness about a certain topic...

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The freedom of poetry
jerry KWATCHEY

The freedom of poetry

#poetry SIMU: The Freedom of Poetry True poets are not made… they are born. Not from rhyme, not from meter, but from a river of emotions, an ocean of expression, flowing through their very essence, demanding release, demanding voice. Poetry was made to run barefoot, to feel the earth beneath it, to run its hands through blades of grass, to let the breeze brush its face with that playful, familiar touch of peace… of happiness triggering emotions language can only stutter to name. It was neve...

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The Renovation
Piece Teensy

The Renovation

The house that has provided safety and protection from rain and sun. A rooftop that has served as comfort from high cost of living standard. A shelter that has renewed minds and instil hope. A building for decades among many. Now old and out of mordern design. A solid and strong modification awaits. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclebooks

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THE GEOGRAPHY OF THE MIND
jerry KWATCHEY

THE GEOGRAPHY OF THE MIND

#poetry THE GEOGRAPHY OF THE MIND A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. Most of us live our entire lives as quiet prisoners of the soil we were born on victims of geographical circumstance, inheriting limits we never chose. Our worldview, our scope, our sense of possibility is sculpted by the streets that raised us, the voices that surrounded us, the window through which we first saw the world. And too often, we mistake that first window for the whole horizon. We walk through life wearing borr...

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Hope Over Terror
Emmanuella Asante

Hope Over Terror

Hope Over Terror In the nowhere of the asphalt night, I grasped a little breath beneath my shadow. I was a human, mediocre at being perfect. But imperfection was secretly lurking beneath my soul. I felt a hollow lie that in me that needs to be downwind. But who am I to reproach such a melancholy life. Tears sting my eyes as I reflect on this world of mine. The terror strikes me like a thundering fire that can’t be quenched. But then I felt hope giggling, replacing the terror with relentles...

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Oluseyi Ogunbanwo

The ill Wind

Hello, Elder. Hello, Son. Times are hard, the wind cuts through our bones. It is an ill wind, you say— but every storm demands courage. I have heard of the protest, the streets preparing their throats. I am torn between two prayers: to endure or to rise. Why would you protest? Because hunger is loud, because patience is bleeding, because the wind does not blow us all the same way. To some, it is destruction— roofs torn, farms ruined. To others, it is energy— turning their windmills ...

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MINE FOR ALL TIME
jerry KWATCHEY

MINE FOR ALL TIME

#poetry MINE FOR ALL TIME Stacy… There are things I feel for you that the universe itself would struggle to name. Emotions so loud they shake my ribcage, so deep they slip past language and fall straight into truth. I love you in ways I don’t even understand yet. In ways my dreams confess before I’m awake. Sometimes I look around, afraid afraid the whole world can hear the heartbeat thundering whenever your name drifts through my mind. And I know why you run. Why you guard yourself like ...

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$oul $ucker
Hosea khitongwa

$oul $ucker

#poetry The fact that you know that your lips are charming and a tool of destruction, yet you still gave them to me without caution. If i knew the repercussion.. i would have stay away from it until i have it I could taste deceit and manipulation in it, sweet enough to make danger feel like desire. I don’t know how many kisses it takes for lips like yours to steal a soul, but I’m certain the first one worked. It’s been a week now, and my bedsheets still remember you, your s...

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The faith of energy
jerry KWATCHEY

The faith of energy

#poetry THE FAITH OF ENERGY There comes a point in life where bruises begin to teach more than blessings. A point where human nature and human nurture life’s most mischievous tag-team have both taken turns tightening your spirit like a rope. And in that tightening, in that quiet tension, something inside you shifts. Your eyes change. You stop seeing people as the labels they are quick to announce: Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Traditionalist, Atheist the whole wardrobe of identities people d...

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Waters of unequal trials
jerry KWATCHEY

Waters of unequal trials

#poetry THE WATERS OF UNEQUAL TRIALS A Reflection from the SIMU Collection. There is a quiet cruelty that lives in the heart of human nature a hypocrisy so subtle, so elegantly disguised, that you almost miss it until you’re drowning in its weight. It is the cruelty of comparison between people who were never placed on equal waters. Some are handed finely carved oars, smooth, balanced, symmetrical tools made to glide, to conquer distance, to taste the sweetness of effortless progress. And th...

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Hard face
Piece Teensy

Hard face

Hard face. Rarely a blink of smile. A wind of affection and a breeze of love blows around. To be close to you is to feel warmth and companionship. But only to hear arguments that ever should exist in reality. Hard and cold we are never meant to be. However the difference. Young and agile to be. Youthful and pretty. Happy and so much to look forward to. Never give way to doubt. Standing up for self. Making it is loud and getting attention. #poetry #Nircle #Nirclefeeds #Hellonircle #...

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prison of freedom
jerry KWATCHEY

prison of freedom

#poetry A SIMU CINEMATIC REFLECTION “THE SHELL WE WALK AWAY FROM” In the quiet spaces between who we are and who we hope to become, there lies a truth we often outrun a soft light, a subtle warning, a reflection waiting patiently to be seen. This… is a cinematic reflection. Some women celebrate the moment they step out of the “shell” society placed around them the guidance, the boundaries, the caution, the inherited wisdom passed from mother to daughter. To them, that shell feels o...

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Ako Philemon

IN THE MARKET

Be your own media; Be your own market. If no market, media exist for you, your commodity, why not be one for yourself. Not all most priced have the qualities sought after. Some win a place on the tables in the market by merit, others through advertisement and others through disguise. That which is tagged high in price and value doesn't necessarily portray its quality when put to use and to be tagged of a higher price doesn't necessarily guarantee to be the most sought after or the most priced...

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A love beyond imagination

A love beyond imagination

In a quiet hush of the evening, a surpassing love unfolds And I knew it was my lover’s presence, a presence that needed a behold I sat and felt the stillness of the universe anticipating an ardent embrace At once I felt the inner breaking of the heart, at that moment, love felt like an age-old imagination that can’t be proven With a twitch, I felt another love bubbling in my heart. It was like a fleeting whisper, the sweetest ever I quested for that lover but I found me Self-love ,...

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The Clearance keeper
Sokomba Esther Aderiyike

The Clearance keeper

The clearance keeper He came, he saw And it was all gone! Those fingers are magnetic His brain is magical Who is Erekere? One that dates the one Who came to kill? Steal and destroy Keeper of others possession Not with this expression of Innocence on the outside and Kleptomaniac on the inside Conquering without the desire Unconscious of innate abilities To track with a serenade And to trap without touching To clean clear and claim all That was not his but now Ownership has automatically c...

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THE SHADOW OF HUMANITY
jerry KWATCHEY

THE SHADOW OF HUMANITY

#poetry THE SHADOW OF HUMANITY “Humanity studies everything except itself.” Humanity is its own biggest problem. We build organizations to protect the rarest breeze, the most endangered gust of wind, to catalogue the life story of a pot, to cradle artifacts with velvet gloves as if clay carries more value than breath. Yet somewhere, not too far from those immaculate glass displays, a human being starves. Not from lack of resources but from lack of priority. There is something innately dark...

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