Streetpoetry Stories

Every feeling is you.

Let's run away.

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

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.

**"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?"**

When you feel you are walking alone.

Memories

I left the park this morning. I couldn't even go to the dog park without hearing gunshots. Echoing through the air, relentless, tearing through peace like it was normal. Around the corner, a playground filled with kids. Each field packed, sneakers pounding grass, laughter struggling to survive, while bullets and echoes screamed above. This isn't just noise-it's trauma. Innocence exposed. Childhood interrupted. Every gunshot a reminder that someone's disregard outweighs safety, empathy, and humanity. Kids learn fear before they even know joy. Hypervigilance becomes their first lesson. And adults act like it's normal, like nothing is wrong. I had to leave. I couldn't sit there and breathe that poison. It's reckless. It's cruel. It's a warning of the world we're letting our children inherit. Wake up. Open your eyes. The fields are filled with future trauma, the playground is a warning, and your bullets are the soundtrack of broken childhoods. This poem is raw, undeniable, and unflinching. It's a call to see the truth, a reminder that life is too short to normalize chaos, and a demand for accountability.

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.

A short poem about perception, poverty, and the moment life turns upside down. Every morning, the performance begins. A street corner becomes a stage. Cardboard signs become scripts. Tin buckets fill with coins and folded bills as passersby glance away. Under the faded lights of a traveling carnival, two performers sit quietly - a guitar player and a painted clown - collecting sympathy from the crowd. Their sign reads: "Visions of Cheeseburgers." To most people, it's just another scene of poverty. Just another group of strangers asking for change. But what happens when the distance between observer and performer disappears? What happens when the coin flips... And you wake up on the other side of the sidewalk? A Turn of Event is a haunting short poem about poverty, perception, and the fragile line between spectator and survivor. Sometimes the show isn't entertainment. Sometimes it's a warning.

Just feeling and writing the rain induced feelings.

When anxiety takes over.

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.

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When you wait for love.

A love song

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

I went through fake love, betrayal, and giving too much to the wrong people. At some point, I realized the person I was hurting most was myself. I chose to walk away, cut off the negativity, and put myself first. The biggest apology I ever made was to me. Now I'm focused on my growth, my peace, and the life I owe myself.

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.