Streetpoetry 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

A love song

"Edge, rhythm, and raw power collide in 'Butterfly Shadows.' This poem flips through the darkness with precision, weaving struggle, resilience, and triumph into every line. A journey of survival, truth, and the fierce voice that refuses to be silenced. For those who walk the edge, this is your anthem."

**"Red van parked. Numbers standing out - 555888. Old man steps, glances, shadows moving. I sit. I watch. I breathe. Every detail tells a story. Every moment matters. The world swirls around me, yet I remain grounded. Quiet strength, presence, and observation - Seeing what others miss. 🌸 Do you notice the small moments that speak the loudest?"**

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In a world that often silences its youth, the unspoken rage and resilience of a generation demand to be heard. When Silence Sparks the Storm captures the quiet fury of Gen Z-voices restrained by expectation, society, and circumstance, yet unstoppable in their truth. Through restless streets, burning cities, and flashing lights, this poem follows the pulse of a generation refusing to be ignored, highlighting the moments when silence becomes a weapon, and every spark ignites change. It's not just chaos; it's a cry for justice, a call for awareness, and a reminder that even in turmoil, courage grows. Each line is a reflection of the fires within, the battles fought in plain sight, and the hope that persists despite the noise. This is a poem for those who feel unseen, for those whose voices have been minimized, and for anyone ready to witness the power of silence transformed into action. Read closely. Listen. The storm is coming-and it carries a message you cannot ignore.

Let's run away.

Memories

Step into my world, where every street, every corner, every house holds buried pain no one dares speak of. Walk with me as I feel the echoes of history, the weight of forgotten stories, and the unspoken grief carried through generations. Miss Hazel guides me, showing the hidden truths behind library chairs where children never came, closed doors where dreams were denied, and houses heavy with history I can feel in my bones. The city whispers sorrow, yet arrogance walks freely, ignorance thrives, and fake energy tries to hide behind smiles. I speak, I shout, I rise - untamed, unapologetic, unstoppable. Every glance, every encounter, every shadow I pass fuels the fire of my voice, the rage of the present, and the awareness of the past. This is my energy. This is my truth. This is me, unapologetically walking through history and reality alike.

Every feeling is you.

When you feel you are walking alone.

Let's cancel love people. I no longer want to feel it.

A raw, unfiltered glimpse into survival, rage, and humanity. Witnessing pain, shame, and struggle, this poem reflects the moments that reveal our true strength-the choice to endure, give, and feel deeply. A reflection on life, empathy, and the silent power of survival.

When anxiety takes over.

She thought the past was just a memory. A one-night connection, lost in time. Now it's staring her in the face - wrapped in secrets, tension, and a smile that still makes her nervous.

When you wait for love.

Just feeling and writing the rain induced feelings.