Visualpoetry Stories

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

Every feeling is you.

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

An attempt to combine graphics and verse.

I don't paint with precision. I paint with everything I feel. This is the story of what it means to love in color - wildly, sincerely, and without a guarantee of being understood. Told in six quiet pieces, this poetic journey follows one heart's attempt to give everything it is... even when it doesn't fit. For anyone who's ever offered too much, and still hoped to be seen.

i am [dmgd] I am [s;nk;ng] bl4t/ntly [0vrth1nkng]

You know what to do with strong feelings and 3 AM thoughts? Pick a pen, a paper and write them down! Nothing expresses emotions better than poems. Disclaimer! These poems may contain too much feels or vocabulary (or both). And I love Sarcasm and irony as well, so well you know, I dabble. I have an inkling you might like this so press that *READ* button^^^^

When you feel you are walking alone.

spoiler, we all die at the end

Hi, this is a random collection of the poems that I write. Hope you'll like reading them.

My mind is a rabbithole ya don't wanna fall into or play around. It's open for individual visits though. Here's a guide to it. Have a great day!

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.

This is going to be the black out and visual poetry I write over time. I'm just starting out, so I'll hopefully be improving a lot. Hopefully you, as the reader, will be able to enjoy.

A love song

A book of random poetic moments. Come vibe with me.🌻 Ratings #5 In visual Poetry

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.

Let's run away.

"The Devil's Violinist" is a story of love, obsession, and the magic of music-where art and dark emotions collide to create unforgettable moments.

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