We never had a story, Just moments that almost shaped one. There was doubt in your steps, And uncertainty in mine. We kept meeting in between, Where words were said, But actions were never done, And I couldn't make myself believe you were the one. It hurt me more than you'll ever know, To leave wh...Read more

CONTEST ALERT! ⚠️ Pick two words from the following: throat forgive ruin art chaos With the words you've picked, Use it to write a poem in only 10 lines. Remember, brevity is what we are looking out for. The winning poem will get a feature on our official Penaiku Instagram page. Wait! The ...Read more

How can I ever erase the paintings you’ve created in my heart — with your words, your eyes, your smile and with your touch!?!💔 -RagNandh✍🏻🤍...Read more

I appreciate, Your words of wisdom, my mate, But it doesn't help, It sounds like you're forcing me, To continue this deep sea....Read more

I know I got it, writing a haiku poem; counting out syllables. But is it my style, maybe to play for a while; counting out syllables. Don't usually do this, focus on numbers not words; counting out syllables. It is different; a change to the usual: counting out syllables. Will I keep it up; is ...Read more

She said I shouldn't love another, and I believed her. Now I sit here every night, not moving on. I don't date, I don't flirt, I don't even look at anyone new. Her words still sit in my head like a rule I can't break. Friends tell me it's been long enough, that I should try again. I nod, say maybe...Read more

Tossing and turning has become a bittersweet habit these days. Midnights where she All I see. These sultry yet calming whispers belong to me. Touch of heaven that slowly playfully flirtatiously claims and wouldn't let go. Ideal of words from her lipstick only just poetry to me. To know this ache run...Read more

I am a writer With feelings unprocessed Embed them within characters And leave them nameless I am a thinker With you on my mind I dissect your words And how they mixed with mine I am a dreamer With a wild imagination I opened up to you But was met with detestation Ultimately, I'm a lover My heart...Read more

My hands wander slow. Softness that my fingertips crave like a peach but didn't couldn't touch. Paralyzed as I watch you squirm provocatively like a cat that knew the meaning of play. Yet candy sweet rain was vanilla mocha sugarcane. My words ached to describe. But there was no sound. No breath or o...Read more

Count them when I feel myself growing louder. I will collect your tears. With my palms cupped under your chin. As they seep into my skin. Overflowing. I will collect them. I will count them again. Like how you collect every letter which forms into words. Like shards of broken mirrors. They cut thr...Read more

I am whatever you say I am. I am disrespectful, complicated, stressful, a burden, a headache— as you say I am. But what about what I have to say? The words you have spoken are attached to me, defining me without minding what I have to say. I am a monster, you say I am. But you are the creator of...Read more

I am whatever you say I am. From the outset of individuality, There was never any escape From the inverse cyclicality Modern economics dictate For the trade of personality Against futures of the heart And puppy love sentimentality. I am whatever you say I Am not the one left standing; There is a ...Read more

Sometimes I'm like a zombie to words. Just lovesick off the thought of you. To be curious of being the definition of yours. Bittersweet. How my vocab seems to flow. Every line has delirious like rain does. Every sentence grasp your emotions. Bare. A sigh. A pause. A bite of your lip. Cuz you know yo...Read more

I'm caught up in a haze. Curves my words ache like I'm fickle to taste. Sweetness that feels like heaven. A sultry form of a princess that my fingertips remember only as god. Suddenly I knew how stacks felt when he saw Mary. Agony and pleasure at the same damn time. Distractingly intrigued. And sudd...Read more

My words dance ugly Gobbledygook Back to basics Consonants minus a e I o U I owe You something that makes the soul remember, Can't recall any grandiloquent My grammar escaped With the poem I aspired to once write It's been a year Now a dyslexic in poetry Are you empath enough to Fathom Eve...Read more