Greetings family 🫠 We wanna introduce you to a new poetic form today. It's called the Tanka. So what is Tanka poetry? Tanka is a 13-century-old form of Japanese poetry, translating to "short song," consisting of five lines with a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable structure. Unlike the shorter haiku, tanka off...Read more

The echo lingers, a phantom sound, Where laughter bloomed, and love was found. A vacant chair, a silent space, The heavy shroud of their embrace, Now gone. The world keeps spinning, swift and bold, Unheeding stories left untold. The sun still rises, stars still gleam, While shattered fragments of a...Read more

I have wandered through nights that seemed endless, even when dawn arrived, carrying a burden in my heart as if it had taken up permanent residence—like the darkness recognized me better than I recognized myself. I have been the quiet that follows bad news, the trembling hands that go unnoticed, th...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

Pssp... We want to tell you something with a certainty... Do you mind if we shout? WE LOVE YOU ALL PENAIKUIANS! WE ARE PROUD OF YOU! The active participation of y'all poets, your encouragement and feedback, your funny humour and your apparent admiration and love for each other, this has always ...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

“I think I love you cause you are always in my mind…” You stayed in my head like a song on repeat, In every small silence, in every heartbeat, In words I don’t say and dreams incomplete, Like something I couldn’t leave behind. I called it love ‘cause it felt so strong, ‘Cause you were there w...Read more

I’ve been trudging through days that didn’t inquire about my feelings, simply burdening me with weight and instructing me to carry it regardless. Some mornings felt like rust, as if sleep never arrived, leaving only a note: try again tomorrow. Yet tomorrow kept appearing, looking just like yesterd...Read more

Thank you for everything you've been through I know things were never easy But you never stopped being good Life was kinda bitter But you made it feel better Thank you mom for being so tough Even when the world was rough You were always strong Even when times were wrong One day would feel ...Read more

I’ve experienced nights that seemed endless—where the clock ticked like a judge, and each second felt like a punishment I didn’t recall earning. I’ve carried the burden of ‘almost,’ of ‘not yet,’ of doors that have been slammed so often that I began to think of the hallway as my home. Yes… I’ve be...Read more

flowers jolted awake by the loud buzz of bees look up — vexed, and go back to sleep again ...Read more

“Obstructive airway disease,” I overheard — an eavesdrop I couldn’t ignore, I feared. My whole world collapsed right there as I dropped to my knees on that floor, staring at the bed: a small boy’s frame, innocent, blind to how cruel this world can be, hope in his eyes, fed empty lines al...Read more

ello'! How you doin??? Given below is a poem by Gregory Orr. Please read it for inspiration. How Lucky We Are —Gregory Orr How lucky we are That you can't sell A poem, that it has No value. Might As well Give it away. That poem you love, That saved your life, Wasn't it given to you...Read more

I have been walking through storms with holes in my shoes, rainwater soaking my doubts into my bones—each step a question, each breath a promise I’m uncertain I can keep. They told me to "let it go." But how do you release the spirits that know your name? How do you stop pursuing shadows that look ...Read more

As the house grows emptier, I have more room to breathe—maybe more than my lungs know to deal with. Crickets and lizards step into my stoic skies. Electricity hums through the wiring behind the walls, like Fairuz playing at the neighbours. This sultry silence, in all its breathing, drapes itself ove...Read more