Instagrampoetry Stories

Venomous Tongues is a satirical poem about the corrupt nature of political office holders in Nigeria. It presents the Nigerian situation in a dining table setting in which the participants dig into the morsel (crude oil) without fear or favour to anyone. The political leaders are metaphorically describes as wolves & predators of each other. The poem is a free-verse, run-on-line poem with no spaces for pauses used to convey the serious nature of the theme. The themes of the poem are: Corruption, War, Political Instability among others

"words have always been my strongest weapon but also caused my deepest wounds" 💫"young in the stars"💫 is a collection of short modern poetry for all of you trying to find yourself in a world full of chaos, drama and pain. if you like you can vote my story or comment something. If you're a poet too, I would appreciate reading your words, so please feel free to dm me💓 "Every snowflake falling on my lips reminds me of your cold words melting on my heart" All rights reserved and belong to me.

My demons were scraping the hell out of me, haunting my skull like never before. They didn't permit me to live, they screamed even more when I wanted to die. Sadness was all over me, adorning my heart's scars painfully. And very soon, darkness would have gulped down this wallflower and that's when I started writing. Since then, I have been always devoted to my demons. And I swear it gives me happiness, it gives me peace like nothing. Hey! I'm Nupur Dua. I'm seventeen years old and this book is just an assortment of my poems and musings.

A book of diversity A book of truth and creativity A book to look forward to peace and harmony A book to embrace your loved one's symphony

stories, thoughts, rambling, poetry. this is a mix of it all. some sensitive content is covered. x

Poems I have written about life love betrayal darkness and life in general

35 pages of my mind. hurting, healing, and growing. slight tw: abuse 10.10.17 - 01.07.18

My heart blooms✨ When the Moon shines the brightest🌕

A collection of poetry and doodles to go with them. Enjoy.

Here lies the charred remains of her sanity, Which she spends to console herself. On starry nights. With no one by her side, The fallen angel sits on her throne, Beside her , stand her courtiers of stone. All alone; So alone, She crowns herself the Queen of Angels - Despair has eaten her , skin to bone .

Hi. I'm Freya. I love poetry, I find it escaping. Every word blends so well. So I decided to create this. It may not be a real physical book but hopefully I can inspire people with my words.

An original 3 AM poem about the sometimes exhausting effort to be a participant in your life.