Visualpoetry Stories

spoiler, we all die at the end

Lord, Kiss Me is a poem that leverages on the emotion of a fictional person desperate for the saviour's lord. His life hangs on a kiss, To the Chronicler, the "Kiss" is the highest expression of agape love. The poem is full of awe striking images such as cold weather, emotions of hazyness, guilt and leverages on the supranatural etc

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

In life we have many faces and facades we put up depending on the social situation or climate we are in. This poem explores the idea that no person is as simple as they seem. As human beings our personalities are multifaceted, and sometimes personal circumstances may force us to act in a manner that is opposite to how we truly feel at heart, causing these personalities to be in constant conflict.

🌈Why I Created "The Amazing Inspiration about LGBTQ+ and Tanka" June is 🏳️‍🌈Pride Month. Around the world, I see growing resistance to diversity and inclusion. Though I may be powerless, I still want to speak out. I grew up in a small northern port town in Japan. As a child from a single-mother family, I faced bullying and prejudice. My mother, who always said "Don't give up," gave me the strength to stand up for justice. Later, I became a journalist and exposed a major archaeological scandal, winning Japan's top press award. But my mother passed away before she saw that. This project is my way of honoring her, and of supporting the LGBTQ+ community. Each of these nine crayon illustrations is paired with a traditional tanka poem. Together, they carry a message of hope and resilience: "We won't lose."🏳️‍🌈 -SamuraiSixCoin (Japan) P.S. I also invite you to read my novel here on Wattpad: 🛵 *The Girl on the Red Ducati* - A coming-of-age novel set in 1980s Japan, following a teenage biker's emotional journey across Hokkaido.

A love song

Obsession with the sky

prickly cacti and ravenous vultures are my only friends

This isn't just a book. It's a quiet companion for anyone who's ever stood at the edge of change, heart full of questions and hands still shaking. *In-Between* gathers brief, soul-deep narratives-poetic vignettes, whispered conversations, and moments caught between breaths. Each page is a mirror and a map: to the storms we survive, the stillness we seek, and the unexpected beauty in being undone and becoming whole again. Perfect for anyone who's ever needed a sign, a sentence, or just a softer way to hold the day. Let these stories meet you where you are-and gently remind you: you're not alone.

The screen fades to black. A heartbeat echoes-slow, steady, heavy. Then a voice: "You don't know me. You don't know where I come from. You don't know what I carry." The scene sharpens. Eyes lock. The air vibrates with silence, the kind that makes the hairs on your neck rise. The kind that warns you: something dangerous is standing in front of you. This isn't anger that shouts. It isn't rage that flails. This is control on the edge of breaking. This is a storm contained in a glass, one crack away from spilling over. Someone smirks. Someone tests. Someone says the wrong words-"I get down." And the world tilts. The blackout rises. The other self wakes up. This poem takes you inside that moment-the shaking hands, the locked stare, the choice to turn away before the darkness swallows everything. It's the raw confession of what it means to inherit fury, to be born into fire, to live with a split inside you: one calm, one ready for war. You'll walk the property line where fear doesn't exist. You'll feel the warning spoken with chilling calm: "Try me if you want to. You have been warned." And you'll understand why respect isn't asked for-it's commanded. This is not just poetry. This is survival written in blood and memory. This is the blackout no one wants to see, yet everyone will remember. Stop scrolling. Step into the story. Once you read it, there's no turning back.

A short poem reflecting on what goes on in this jumbled mess I generously call a brain.

When you feel you are walking alone.

Step into a world where silence speaks and rebellion whispers. Dazzle's poetry dives deep into the soul-exploring identity, longing, and the quiet ache of not quite fitting in. Each piece is a mirror and a map, reflecting raw emotion while guiding readers through the shadows of self-discovery. With haunting imagery and lyrical precision, this collection is for anyone who's ever felt too much, too little, or somewhere in between. ✨ Read if you crave poetry that lingers long after the last line.

From Angels to Humans, from the story of an artist to the one of a warrior, from the sensations of a victim to another, this book can be called a middle point. A virtual stage on which feelings of a diverse palette are either revealed or secluded, conveyed or camouflaged, played with or not. A stage on which a show is played by one in strong settings and many in fading shades of greys. Based on a project meant as an homage brought to victims of abuse of any kind, this collection gathers some pieces of writing that include particles of journal-style writing, a bit of poetry and rhythmic and rhyming pieces through which I am trying to make the puzzles of the entire picture not yet fully created send their vibes and generate sensations for the readers to interpret and understand through their own spirits. http://www.aiakira.com/439873347

There is a rhythm in the quiet that we often miss when we are rushing. Which line from this entry speaks to your heart today? 17.02.2026

Voices in Color an Upcoming Book Release about Resilience, Strength, Journey and Hope

What is the border between signifier and meaning? What form can poetry take? I try, in these poems, to push the idea that you can go beyond the common use of the words. With the introduction of new technology, the rules of writing change by bringing innovation to the language. [The cover of this poetry collection is my work] Qual è il confine tra significante e significato? Quale forma può assumere la poesia? Con questa raccolta provo a portare avanti l'idea che si possa andare oltre l'uso comune delle parole. Con l'introduzione di nuove tecnologie le regole della scrittura cambiano portando innovazione nel linguaggio poetico. [La copertina della raccolta è un mio prodotto]

Ravena directs with precision. Seris enters the scene with surrender. What begins as a film becomes a ritual of silent love. Between costumes, motorcycles, and hidden hot springs, something deeper than directing and acting is born. A story about loving the way one directs: with total command. And being loved the way one performs: with absolute surrender.

Welcome to the Nonentity of Epopee, a chaparral of unwieldy euphemism where the manifold cerebral meets the abyss of the mind. Within these 25 hectic runes, an architect of shadows explores the dissonance of being a side character in a world of luminous protagonists. From the orisons of the empyrean to the murky ponds of despondency

Every feeling is you.