And... We are back!!! Let's learn about recipe poems today 😳 What are Recipe poems? —Recipe poems are a creative, instructional form of poetry that utilize the structure of a cooking recipe—title, ingredients, preparation methods, and serving instructions—to describe abstract concepts, emotions,...Read more

Silent voice, silent tears Rays of hope, glistening fears She stood there with a smile on her face Was it happiness or her last cry of pain. It didn't make much sense Her eyes spoke something else Sparks flew deep inside her self So small, the darkness swallowed her face. So much for trying her be...Read more

There comes a time when everything seems unresolved, like an equation stretched across a page that is too small to contain it. You find yourself in the realm of the unknown, surrounded by symbols that remain silent, variables lacking values, and proofs that falter midway through belief. Yet, des...Read more

The mirror holds a silent face, a map of years and lines, Searching for the hidden spark, the light that still remains. The world is loud with many voices, casting shadows on the soul, Leaving questions in the quiet, demanding to be whole. Is the heart a worthy vessel for the dreams it tries to keep...Read more

Snow at my window looking out I pour into reflection checking my health, my growth am I trapped in the house no just upgrading my purpose... Snow got the world on mute no traffic in my spirit, no rush in my boots... Windows dressed in white like heaven took notes telling me rest now your next cha...Read more

​I wear the velvet of the dusk And the scent of rain-washed pine, Believing every living pulse Is braided close with mine. I do not seek a gilded cage Or a path of paved-flat stone; I’d rather walk the tangled woods And call the stars my own. ​My pockets hold no heavy coins, Just feathers, glass, an...Read more

May the treaty be signed. No more love between you and I. Every line I ever wrote and signed was better said by a clever liar. I wanted to maintain the act played out on stage, while you just wanted to bow and be set afire. I am ready for the gunfire choir. I made your desire into a ghost waving a...Read more

Willing to bend, to shatter chains unseen, For access there, where mortal dreams convene.Is love for her, or just the body's fire? Attachment true, or lust's consuming pyre? If she unveils those gates to one alone, He claims a throne in her heart's hidden zone.Marriage talks stirred boy's ancient f...Read more

Doomed! A ruled alof Truth? Kitchens can't handle the soup Proof Like the 80s and up do Stuped And fell too low to juice News Many do Any gruel Is better than shanty lous Heavy in debt like scanty nukes USA And Cup of noodles Just, then Lustin for something more suitable Emperial distance To some...Read more

There is a stillness that moves through this season— not silence, but a deeper kind of knowing. It slips between moments, calling us to remember what our hurried lives teach us to forget: that every soul is held by something greater than circumstance. Christmas is not only a date— it is an awaken...Read more

The birth of a poem is like a spring bird singing with joy. Love is a chorus— bright, pure, and filled with rising delight. A symphony of happiness begins to play, where every miracle is braver than courage itself. We rise on the wings of gentle angels, soaring freely in bliss— love burning br...Read more

I cannot read poetry, for wars have stolen my eyes, and their bitter smoke has suffocated my desires. Yes, the human spirit is a miracle, but not a miracle of beauty, as you have seen. This is my empty life, and I have no grass or child within me to witness glory. I am certain that the poet knows th...Read more

It’s 3 a.m. once more. That cursed hour when silence becomes deafening, when your heartbeat starts drumming against your ribs as if trying to escape, when every thought transforms into a storm, and every shadow becomes familiar with your name. You lie there, eyes wide open, while the ceiling ...Read more

by Languangyu In the quiet of dusk, I sit by the window alone, letting Sheng Xiao-Mei’s voice gently flow into my heart. She sings— "The signs of grace never leave." The melody is like a spring breeze, softly brushing away the dust within my soul. I remember the stormy days, when I thought all ...Read more

this feeling is a rarity, so when it arrives—like this, I hold it close, let it rest upon my chest, and breathe it in slowly like the scent of a spring that almost forgot to return. I tend to it with patience, water it with wonder, until it learns to bloom again. this journey— no matter how uncert...Read more