noble sweats, laborers bleed warmth welcome, exasperated sighs booked appointments, unexpected guest cry of a new life, helpless grief shiny leather shoes, barefoot steps demanded respect or earned pity through seasons of rain, and drought between the ringing bells, panic knocks prolonged hope or cu...Read more

breath of brief life stumped by gaze into the colourful past when the embryonic space contains condensed matter within the silent void waiting to bloom into divine fireworks even if ceaseless entropy cast its shadow we are but the scattered, improbable cosmic dust--...Read more

fall, scattered leaves the budding aspirations withered before blooms...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

We are amazed at the outpouring of poetry from so many talented writers. We want to tell you that your voice matters, Always and forever. Since we have already taught you how to write a haiku in the previous prompts, Once again, a haiku based prompt for you. Today's writing session will be s...Read more

inside of me were-- roaring tempests erupting volcanoes chilling blizzards blistering desert and, decimating wars sorrow anger, grief... lament, hope, dream LOVE captivating memories lulling landscapes portraits of broken self mere objects of obsession but that's just who I am a mirage to be capt...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

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 keep circling back to u same entries same glances same window a voyeur in the making you pull the curtains wide is that an invite you dress up ur inner world to strip it naked a ritual i return to hungry no matter what delicacy is served i’m onto ur leftovers the drafts u forego and still i ...Read more

For the first time ever, I felt like I belong And yet I felt like somewhere I'd always belonged, today I didn't This irony broke me in ways that years will never be able to mend Cause what's broken was already far beyond repair I lost myself in some old precious memories and never once had I imag...Read more

Hi fam We are excited to announce an important update to our platform. We have rebranded from Todayinpoetry.com to Penaiku.com. At fist, TodayInPoetry.com was meant to be a magazine-style website showcasing poetry from writers around the world. However, one thing led to another then a social platf...Read more

Love comes without a price I love you and for once I feel like I can I love you without any fright or fear that you'll disappear like everyone else did It's not like I planned this feeling I actually wanted to avoid it at all cost but knowing me I fall harder when I know I'm lost I never wanted to...Read more

The journey of a writer is filled with thorns — not the kind that bloom red roses, but the kind that remember skin. Each word is a barefoot step across a field that does not forgive. Ink is drawn not from wells, but from veins that never quite close. The page waits — white as a winter grave, silent ...Read more

I'm starting to write meaningless crap in my mind, every word at a deadly trap I try to write the reflection of my heart words alike, gets twisted and fall apart It sounds like a whiny two year old alike the age of my crushed mind is told I force the rhymes and emotions into it and the piece bloo...Read more

As a writer, there is no greater reward than knowing your words, especially your poetry, are acting as a bridge to other people’s souls. I never set out to be heard. I wrote because I had too much inside me and nowhere safe to put it. I wrote in whatever situation I found myself; good moments, in...Read more