No more happiness, "All poets leads to sadness." Well, I guess you're right, 'Cause I am fucking depressed, And of course, I am damn stressed....Read more

not a kind of lie to be seen but a facade I put on I know you know we're all the pretender that weaves through crowds that dance to a symphony enraptured — on a grandiose, deceitful stage called life...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

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

i’m a poet atleast that’s what i believe i am atleast that’s what i want to believe i am someone who brings people joy someone who people can relate with someone who brings out the emotions in people someone who bring people together someone who can do all that with words i envy how other poets ha...Read more

Why have you bloomed beside me again, O flower, After all these ages? Did you wait for me? Was it to swing open the window of my romantic fantasies once more? While the vermilion of love fades from the casket of my shattered heart... Was it to hold this butterfly to your chest, As it writhes in the ...Read more

Out pours, from a hole in the sky my greatest fears and worries why. Down like hail it falls into my brain A thunderstorm over the infinite, anti-life, They call my, mind space. Life you cannot deny But these voices In side Will drive you- Further than you'd think you'd go. Craz...Read more

If I let you guys pick a Topic for me to write about, would y'all wanna judge it based off accuracy and complexity upon posting? I love the interaction with you guys, and would love to build up my follower relationships! <3 (How it would work: I would make a post, that you would then comment a T...Read more

Am I the only one who feels that there's so many underrated poets beneath the profiles here, with lil to no recognition they deserve to have? *Let's encourage each other genuinely and grow.* ...Read more

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened had I ended up on my own. Had I chose a different life. How would I have made through the storms and resurface? Would I be stronger than I am now? Sometimes becoming this, makes me wonder just exactly what I signed up for. A lifetime of others before m...Read more

They told me love was gentle, pure, and kind, A place of peace where hearts could safely stay; But love, I’ve learned, can twist and cloud the mind, And turn the brightest blue of skies to gray. I’ve seen their words turn sharp and tempers flare, Yet soon they laugh as if no wound was made; They b...Read more

Poetry, the language of our souls, is beyond rhymes and metaphors. It is a way of understanding oneself — and the world we live and dream within. A place where beauty is adored through the lenses of dreamers. Poetry isn't just written, but felt. It reminds us why we fell in love with words, why ...Read more

we are poets we don't just write we bleed on paper because people discriminating us we are poets we don't just write we bleed on paper because we don't have a family who loves us we are poets we don't just write we bleed on paper because or first heartbreak it was our father we are poets we don't...Read more

What if love could hurt? Not the cute kind poets stitch on paper Not the butterflies that starve in your stomach Not the hollow ache of unanswered texts Or the echo of a name that no longer answers back Hurt like bruised marrow Hurt like betrayal snapping your bones one by one Like lies lodging in y...Read more

Their eyes so divine, the world was never meant to hold them. Not carved by time, nor born of light, but whispered into being by something the heavens forgot. Painters would break their hands trying to find the color; poets would lose their tongues trying to name the fire within. Even angels, in th...Read more