Throwback Thursday Poetry Time: Current Situation

I wrote this poem years ago and released it in my 2015 book, Wearing Someone Else’s Shoes Ain’t Never Been Me.

As I read it now, I realize life often seems to go in circles, and the world is so broken. I am grateful, though, that I have an anchor of hope and a Comforter within who reminds me of His love and care and that He will always be there.

These may have been things occurring some years ago, but they, and much more, are still going on today. I wrote this when I was looking at a broken world. Years later, I realize I am not exempt from that brokenness either. I have experienced my own struggles, imperfections, disappointments, and moments of fear. But through it all, God has continued to be my anchor.

Without further ado, here is one of my older poems that still seems to be the current situation.

Current Situation

Sink holes all over our land

But it’s not the only thing falling apart or sinking in

As our country gets farther from God

And more comfortable with sin

City officials on trial for scandals and deceit

Suicide is on the rise because of inner despair and defeat

Black men are being killed out of fear and hate,

Leaving families behind

Our children walking around with violence On their minds

Negative hustles are growing destructively strong

Begging is tough

And even our little girls are tremendously rough

For the poor, resources are scarce

But for the rich, they are not

Our nation is experiencing moral decay

And the core of family has begun to increasingly rot

College tuition increasing

And right along with debt

Sanity decreasing Right along with soul’ identity theft

The devil doesn’t just want to steal your mind

he hopes to put your soul in a bind

Living within the realms of the city

Cost too much too

Old ways, old things, old habits,

We need something new

Spiritual battles, internal wars

Aids cases rise as he/she scores

Emotions are cold

The wicked are bold

The hurt hurts

The confuse confuses

The dead walks

The gossiper talks

Oil prices rise

Then fall

The cost of bread is increasing

Hunger won’t stall

Politicians cheat and lie

Keepin’ up with the Joneses has gone wild

As we scram to get someone else’s life and style

That we cannot buy

We can’t even afford to die

Babies are being abused

Women coming up missing

Young children are being targeted with perversion and used

Children growing up fast

Childhoods don’t last

Life was hard

And is much harder now

For those who think they don’t have anything to lose

They throw in the towels

Nothing new on the news

It’s the same corruption, murder, and crime

Horror and fake stuff on TV helps to desensitize us

And it’s all about me and mines

Liars and disloyalty help us to distrust

It seems like this nation is on a collision course to hell

But the Kingdom of God will prevail

We, siblings of Christ, are the salt of the earth

And the light of the world

Have we been walking in God’s authority, His word

To push back darkness in the lives of every man, woman, boy and girl?

Have we erected altars of prayer to God

And welcomed His presence over and in our land?

Have we straddled the fence or are we taking a stand?

Have we emerged in selfishness, sugar coating, and pride?

Have we impacted the nations or are we still asleep?

Selah

Throwback Thursday Poetry Time: Setting The Captive Free Poem

So, I think I am going to start a new series titled Throwback Thursday Poetry Time showcasing my older poetry. Come alongside me as I reintroduce my older poems and muse over my writing throughout the years. Let’s take a little trip through the archives. ✍🏾📖

Today’s poem comes from my first published book and is its namesake.

This poem was written during a season where I was learning to build my confidence as a writer, my voice as a person, and share with others a gift I thought was only for me.

Writing throughout the years became a place where I could explore emotion, imagination, healing, faith, and creativity. I began to understand that poetry isn’t simply something I write. It is an art form and a gift—one of the ways I can share what God has placed within me with others.

And when I wrote this poem, I believe I wanted to convey that expression and creative writing has allowed me to not only express myself and explore emotions and ideas, but also take the things I was afraid to say aloud and give them words through writing, especially poetry. It carries a freedom to do so also. I wanted to give myself permission to release the words of creativity, lessons, encouragement, wisdom and stories. That is a captive being set free.

Setting The Captive Free

Poem

I am giving you permission to be free.

I’m giving you permission to take words

And use them as you please.

You have known my pain,

Shown me revelations

And soaked me in lyrical rain.

You have taught me lessons,

Supplied me with healing over several years’ time

In word play, metaphors and rhymes.

No more restraints and tight grips

Poetry, escape and manifest this gift

I am giving you permission to soar.

I’m giving you permission to create

A sense of being from words readers can’t ignore.

No more restraints and tight grips

Poetry, escape and manifest this gift

You are to please and not to please.

You are to tell the truth.

You are to stretch the truth in imagination.

You are for consistent examination.

You are to say what my mouth cannot….

P’osies Cafe or Valley Hills Apartments?

Hey Loves!

I was just thinking about how much fun it was to create, collaborate, and write our previous series. Looking back at those stories brings back so many wonderful memories!

Which series was your favorite?
☕ P’osies Cafe Series
🏡 Valley Hills Apartment Series

Or was there another story or character you enjoyed most? I’d love to hear your thoughts! Your feedback always inspires future stories. ✍🏾💜

Valley Hills Apartments Series: Happy Mother’s Day!

Sometimes, the best wisdom comes from women who have walked through the valley and are still learning to keep their eyes on the hills. Welcome to our new series: Valley Hill Apartments!

This week, we will have no featured story or poem as it is Mother’s Day weekend. The writers and ladies of Valley Hills Apartments Series pray that you have a blessed and beautiful Mother’s Day.

We also send our sincere prayers up for those who have lost their children or who have lost their mothers.

Valley Hills Apartments Series: A Poem For A Flower

Sometimes, the best wisdom comes from women who have walked through the valley and are still learning to keep their eyes on the hills. Welcome to our new series: Valley Hill Apartments!

A Poem for a Flower

Written by Tannika Nikeya

Hello, I am Rose. I moved to Valley Hills Apartments last year. In the middle of the night, I found myself hauling in bags of all I had managed to quietly take with me. And it wasn’t much at all.

Today, I sit here by my kitchen window, slowly sipping my hot chamomile tea. My eyes follow a cardinal, happily chirping along a tree, and then drift to a soft white flower sitting alone amidst the grass. I exhale a long sigh.

I wonder if the flower is lonely, like I had been.

I had once sat alone just as quiet as that little flower—but brokenhearted and lonely. I endured gaslighting and chaos, and felt every petal of my soul being stripped away until I became a shadow of myself.

But as I sit here in my kitchen, something shifts.

I begin to write a letter to a flower…

from the depths of my heart.

In the backyard all alone
Sitting in the mud and dirt
Among rocks and stone
Your leaves withered, withdrawn
Wishing you were placed
On a manicured lawn

The acknowledgments, the daily sustenance
You once received
Have dried up like your leaves
Your wardrobe is dull—renewal must begin within
You may not be the prettiest flower
Feeling like you are about to break, not just bend, in the wind

How long will you wait
For someone to water you to grow
To tell you to soar
To give you value
Just because they walked through nature’s door?

Stand tall—get up on your feet
Encourage yourself
Stretch in hope
You’ve got goals to meet
Air to breathe
Rooms to impact
You don’t have to shrink
Let the sunlight hit your face
And take your joy back

Your worth is not predicated
On what they say, see, or do
No one can validate
Or invalidate you

You’ve known seasons of hiding
Of feeling like you died
Until the true Lover of your soul
Breathed—and brought you back alive

You’ve lost hope
Wanted to run away
But you learned to be still
When noise and storms surrounded you
He quieted you and you began to heal

They said you had no value
Said you wouldn’t last long
Said other flowers were prettier
And although you felt weak, you remained strong

The trees whispered about you;
They gave you a different type of shade,
Shifted their leaves so the heat can make you weary and fade

But you are not doomed
Look up to heaven
Receive your true Lover’s grace to bloom

It’s not over
Life is just starting
He stays close
To the brokenhearted

Each day you rise—just walk
At your pace
Wipe your face
Rest… yield
Dance in the field
And brighten the day
Let the birds see your resilience in every way.

They may stop to admire you
Take in your view
But remember who you are
Deep within you

Some may try to pluck you
Or take you along
But stay rooted
Remain where you belong

Even when others walk away
Stand still; know you’re divine
Humble posture
Fearfully and wonderfully made
You are His design
Continue to grow in His perfect time

Sis, there is courage within you.
See yourself the way God does.
Your worth is not determined by others.
He deemed you worthy before He placed you in your mother’s womb.
So show up today… and begin to bloom.


Contributing Video: https://youtu.be/sJ5Us3_T7yU

Introducing Valley Hills Apartments

Hey Loves,

Here is a new series for a new season!

In this new series, the ladies of Valley Hills Apartments share pieces of their lives through short stories, prose, and poetry.
Some moments may make you laugh.
Some may make you pause and reflect.
And each piece will leave you with a little encouragement.

Because sometimes the best wisdom comes from women who have walked through the valley and are still learning to keep their eyes on the hills.

Come on in and meet the ladies of Valley Hills Apartments!

From the Valley to the Hills

Disclaimer: These short stories and poems are works of creative expression, written by writers, Tannika Nikeya, Deandrea Moore, and Saneatra Polk, and are intended to inspire and encourage young ladies and women. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental.

Additionally, this series includes AI-generated visuals used for presentation, created by Tannika Nikeya, Saneatra Polk, and Deandrea Moore.

Meet The Authors

P’OSIES Cafe Series is a collaborative work by Tannika Nikeya and Saneatra Polk — two writers who believe in the quiet power of words, reflection, and creative connection.

This book is an invitation to pause, breathe, and linger a little longer with language and creativity.

We’re honored to finally share it with you in print!!!!


We’d love to know — are you a poetry lover, a cozy reader, a fiction fan, or drawn to suspense or reflective writing? 📖☕️

From Online to Print: P’OSIES Cafe Series Is Here

Hey Loves 💜


As promised, our sweet surprise is here!!!! ☕📖🎉

P’OSIES Cafe Series is officially available as a book.

What began as an online series has now been thoughtfully gathered into print — grown through collaboration, consistency, and care.

There’s something special about holding words in your hands that once lived on a screen — born from a writer’s heart and imagination.

Available now at Barnes & Noble:

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/posies-cafe-series-tannika-nikeya/1149052321?ean=9798279608850


📖☕️ P’OSIES Café Series

Near

This morning I heard myself pray,
“Let me feel You even in the smallest of details.” I desire to feel God’s presence
and to slow down enough to be present with Him.

After devotion time, while getting ready for work and prancing around the kitchen, I glanced out onto my patio.
There it was. I quickly alerted my family to my discovery, and in that moment, I thought about my prayer.

A beautiful deer was nestled in the corner of my yard, near the fence. It was resting and seemed at peace. I was in awe.

Almost immediately I wondered, What do deer eat? After a quick Google search, I gathered some fruit and vegetables, placed them in a bowl, and carried it outside. It simply looked at me as I tried to show it the offering.

But it was already chewing on something. So I left the bowl anyway and whispered, “God bless you,” before stepping back inside.

As I watched the deer, these familiar scriptures came to mind: words often recited, yet freshly alive in that moment.

Psalms 23:1-6 NLT
[1] The Lord is my shepherd; I have all that I need. [2] He lets me rest in green meadows; he leads me beside peaceful streams. [3] He renews my strength. He guides me along right paths, bringing honor to his name. [4] Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me. [5] You prepare a feast for me in the presence of my enemies. You honor me by anointing my head with oil. My cup overflows with blessings. [6] Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life, and I will live in the house of the Lord forever.

My Poem: Near

The sun is far away, yet feels so near.
God reminds me each morning:
though He may feel distant at times,
He is still here.

Right beside me.
On the inside.
So present and dear.

I will see His hand in the smallest of details.
See Him in beauty once overlooked.
Feel Him in moments of joy.
Hold to Him in the hard places where faith is strengthened.

And breathe Him in when I am alone.
He is near.

Even as His love radiates from His gracious throne.

Untitled: Merry Christmas!

It’s three days to Christmas!!!! Are you in the Christmas spirit yet?

Here is a Christmas Poems for you all!!!!

Untitled: Merry Christmas

(C) 2025

Written by Tannika Nikeya

Twas the night before Christmas,
And all thru the house,
Not a creature was stirring.
We hope, not even a mouse.

Little to no gifts under the tree
Yet still grateful as we ever can be.
Roof over our heads and food on our table.
We sincerely thank God for keeping us stable.

What a trying time this year has been!
Thankful to God for the resilience within.
No reindeer, Santa Claus or cookies and milk.
But coziness, warm as a throw and smooth as silk.

Christmas movies full of nostalgia, hot chocolate and comfort food to eat.
Family time and Christmas music vibing to the drum of every heartbeat.
As we end this year,
Celebrating someone so dear,
The Savior and to many, our King.
We look forward to what the new year will bring.

As we reflect on our dreams for 2026, and look back on our growth through 2025,
We pray for healing, discipline, and a life renewed,
One of peace and God-approved.
As we sit by the fireplace, with love near and dear.
Merry Christmas, boos,
and have a Happy New Year!

Video:

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