I know you had me blocked Everywhere you could I know you've distanced yourself But are you doing good? Your poems spiral darker Than they have before I'm the one in isolation Yet you write how you're alone I still don't wish you harm And I hope that you can tell All I need to know Is if ...Read more

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

sorry my poems are inadequate, no rhyme in them that makes snaps come easy, I apologize they don't grant full meaning to most sorry to my lovers , heaven knows I am for all I did not follow through to be, the things I didn't buy or do Rather yet say to make it all better. sorry to the world to...Read more

If I die tonight I'd be okay Yet If I stay alive I'd be okay But what does "okay" really mean? I wouldn't take my life Not yet at least There's those I care for Every time I want to take the leap I think how would it be if they found me If my sisters found me She'd probably scream And be hysterica...Read more

Hey writing pals! Greetings... The word of the day today is Natsukashii. Natsukashii (懐かしい) is a Japanese adjective expressing fond, joyful nostalgia, describing a pleasant, warm, and bittersweet feeling when remembering the past. It implies appreciating happy memories (often triggered by a soun...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 want to make my parents proud of me and myself be too .I want my dreams to become true .I want to explore and travel the world .I want to become successful in life .I want to be kind and humble with others even if they are wrong .I want to write more and more poems .I want to go back in past...Read more

Let’s write poetry again, Because it’s something I do to get rid of my pain. Something I love to do when it starts to rain, Something that ignites hope inside me when I feel I can’t, Something that truly motivates you — unlike your aunt. Poetry can heal some hearts, but can leave some of them to bu...Read more

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful‚ The eye of a little god, four-cornered — Mirror by Sylvia Plath The above extract is an example of a poem written from the POV of...Read more

I cast the coin down the well, It was not the first coin, It wouldn't be the last. I dropped it knowing it wouldn't make a sound. Just a cry to a void. A wish I had no courage in. But I dropped it. Just to admit that it existed. Or for the stinging of the edges to stop for a while. I stared do...Read more

It was raining. Pouring fiercely. The night you lash out at me. The night I left and toss and turn again and again. This ache like fever. Crawling slow yet insatiable again. Suddenly at my apartment door. Hesitant I open it. You're soaking wet and your face the agony said it All again. I was trapped...Read more

My gaze wonders Wonders through the crowded room Through the crowds to admire you You sitting there Now I sit if only to be closer Closer to none other but you If I were more I'd edge closer But yet I not dare I wait and I crave I crave the unreachable I wish only for you None other will do Yet I...Read more

They heard my poems and imagined her — someone with gentle hands, a name that sounded like petals. They thought love in my voice must belong to a girl, because I wrote it tender, because I wrote it true. I never told them otherwise. How could I explain that it was you — your laugh caught in my li...Read more

I’m starting to believe the feeling of happiness is an illusion, as well as happy poems. Because what do you mean you felt happiness so pure you made it into words? How can you write a love poem for him or her while I’m stuck here, mourning the pieces of my own mind? And how can I feel so pure and r...Read more

Strange and exotic Unhinged and loud Hyper and over excited sometimes Relatively boring Catch you by surprise Don't get the point Only the insiders Miss out the good bits Remember the brain sliders Follow instructions Dull minded zombie Think out the box Connect all the dots Simply simplistic Over ...Read more