Nigeria at 65 Nigeria, a great nation At 65, the era of seasoned grace. At 65, we stand unbroken, bold like a lion that cannot be tamed. From trials of splendid sapa To draws of fatal shege Sti...

“A sower went out to sow his seed. And as he sowed, some fell by the wayside; and it was trampled down, and the birds of the air devoured it. 6 Some fell on rock; and as soon as it sprang up, it w...

#poetry Dear Me How did I arrive at such a spacious abyss Where conflicts are resolved with a tone And peace is always a tool on the tongue Would it have mattered if I say I am to blame Should it be ...

Happy 65TH INDEPENDENCE NIGERIA✨🎉 #Poetry #Spokenwordpoetry #Nigeriaourmotherland

Hi, how is it going? Had this with me for months and just thought to share it now. Hope you like it :) How does one get over that feeling? How do you grieve? What are the questions that need answer...

Come back home o wandering daughter Come to the embrace of your waiting father Come to the open arms of your loving mother The home where you had joy without vendetta The world outside is cold and s...

This is a plea to Nircle team. Is any other user having issues with the app or the site? I literally can’t understand what’s going on anymore. I get comment notifications but when I open to re...

Sixty-five years of independence have come and gone, A nation born from dreams, yet still fighting to hold on. Children's eyes wide with hunger, their bellies in pain, No shelter from the blows,...

Beyond our knowledge is our ignorance. Beyond what we see, feel, smell, touch lies the vast infinite UNKNOWN. That's the existence of God (the) UNKNOWN. The more we discover of the vast UNKNOWN (INFI...

Hi guys, It feels like I’ve been on a quiet journey lately—one where GOD, growth, and creativity have all been teaching me in their own ways. I’ve been reading my Bible more, and when I got to...

THE BLAZE OF DIVINE MAJESTY BY E I VICTOR (SIR WRITE MAN) The Blaze of divine majesty He is cloth in fire He spits fire He holds a sword of fire He is a purifier He removes impurities and negativit...

Diary of a bipolar.. It's has been while. 365 days of overthinking again. Perhaps, not wanting a reoccurring theme. Perhaps just the habitual game play of moodsl Most definitely No definitely not. ...

A piece with no title, written three years ago , portraying the struggle between passion for education and practical skill. If this piece should have a title, What would it be? #Hellonircle #poetry...

If the earth could sing, If they waves could speak If time could flip back I'd walk a thousand miles with you, Living, truly living The good, and the rest Never wondering why You were taken, ...

The wise young monitor. And his helpful Monitress. Now to see the Prince. The long lost Princess. Only to find the Eunuch. And faraway lives the Eunuchess. #poetry #Nircle #Human #Neighbors #p...

#poetry Her voice , tender yet eruptive, as the whispers of her interests unravel me in a wild streak of erotic tension. Her moans are prayers in a holy ruin swearing in her breath like it is a decr...

If we were like the four seasons Perhaps I should have frozen our spring. I should have kept our burning hearts in stasis. This way they wouldn't have been dried out like a raisin in the summer sun. ...

From the diary of a bipolar.. To her current cold hearted self too numb to feel, and too indifferent to even try. I am sorry.. I should have loved and be loved better not harder. I should have neve...

I hate your smile, I hate the way you laugh, and I hate your face. I hate your teeth shape, I hate your skin colour, And I hate the way you talk. I hate your dress sense, I hate your thinking, And I...

From the diary of a bipolar.. To a wild world She saw this somewhere Somewhere I cannot seem to remember any longer. The world was burning. Chaos spread like wild fire, everyone for himself. She...