- Monique StarPublished about an hour ago
Complicated Relationship
Be me. - Rekab Semaj-YdocPublished about 3 hours ago
Heart Break of an Old Soul
Emotions building up inside - Rekab Semaj-YdocPublished about 3 hours ago
Hopeless Romantics :-(
A hopeless romantic - Bree Z LovePublished about 3 hours ago
Nature is More Pretty
Nature is More Pretty - Alex BarbuPublished about 20 hours ago
You
You. - Alex BarbuPublished about 20 hours ago
Anchor
Anchor.
- Aarushi ShettyPublished 2 months ago
'The Princess Saves Herself in This One' by Amanda Lovelace
I am usually attracted to the cover, the synopsis, or even the author's name, when I choose a book to read. Then there are other times, when I choose a book by reading the first three sentences on the first page. However, Amanda Lovelace's poetry collection's title was the one that did it this time. the princess saves herself in this one. - Hope MartinezPublished 4 months ago
A Black Boy's Mother
I can storm the streets in anger, - Amee MareePublished 7 months ago
Age Difference
The things, - Fatima ElmusbahiPublished 8 months ago
Her
She was a borderline fanatic searching for the smallest of details, that seemed to but warm her heart. - Katherine J. ZumpanoPublished 9 months ago
Experiences in Poetry
I am a poet. - Lenora HuỳnhPublished 10 months ago
Before the Rice Plant Becomes
There is an undeniable parallel between the history of rice and skin colour. It reminds us that darkness equates to filth, and this is stems from classism. Brown rice had a history of being cheap pig food. Evidently, it became unfathomable for humans to consider eating something meant for a farm animal.
Poets in Motion
We’re celebrating National Poetry Month with our first poetry contest. Submit your most artistic, emotional, or hilarious original poetry inspired by movement—whatever that means to you. Use #VocalNPM to enter.Only the Classics
The roots from which poetry as we know it has flourished. Taking you back to the classical era, one stanza at a time.Life as a Poet Knows It
Industry tips for new poets. Welcome to the Poets family.
- Rekab Semaj-YdocPublished about 3 hours ago
Heart Break of an Old Soul
Emotions building up inside - Alex BarbuPublished about 20 hours ago
Anchor
Anchor. - Alex BarbuPublished about 20 hours ago
Home at Last
Home at Last.
- Alex BarbuPublished about 20 hours ago
You
You. - Greg C. BolanosPublished about 20 hours ago
Super Social Guy
Super Social Guy - Virginia FuentesPublished 3 days ago
Rising
Rising when I wake
- Rekab Semaj-YdocPublished about 3 hours ago
Hopeless Romantics :-(
A hopeless romantic - Egle JuozapaitytePublished 3 days ago
Poison Love
I knew someone long time ago, - Elizabeth PaulPublished 3 days ago
I Think of You
I think of you in the morning,
- Bree Z LovePublished about 3 hours ago
Nature is More Pretty
Nature is More Pretty - Bree Z LovePublished 2 days ago
Nymphs of Naiads
At the place where, a noon's heat begins, - Danat DanielPublished 6 days ago
Stargazing
I clench your hand tightly, I've never seen such a sight
- Laura ManipuraPublished 2 days ago
Tears in the Garden
I went to the garden to cry. - Virginia FuentesPublished 2 days ago
Crying Eyes
Her eyes began to swell - Hunter-Taylor NatyshakPublished 3 days ago
The Look
I remember the moment I first met you, I can recall the look in your eyes.
- Inure MusePublished 8 days ago
Washed in a Wave
I'm in the shower and I start thinking to myself, 'If only I could wash the problems from my life the way I wash dirt from my skin'. Could I possibly efface the trauma in my soul, deep within? I don't know where to begin. Maybe I should start by loving myself. Stop trying to please the guy or girl who can't love me, the family who for some reason thinks they're above me and learn to recognize my value; I am a queen the likes of which no one has ever seen, a diamond in the rough ready to polished so that I gleam. - Kate MariePublished 8 days ago
Marinate
I can’t fathom - Inure MusePublished 8 days ago
I Don't Feel...
I don't feel the spark of joy I once felt with you.
- Chloe ShortPublished a day ago
Is It My Body?
Is it the colour of my skin? - Celie MontgomeryPublished a day ago
Human Perception
How we perceive things is what scares me. It's the basis for everything in our world. - Jojo HPublished 2 days ago
Dear Black People,
I used to have conversations with God.
- Monique StarPublished about an hour ago
Complicated Relationship
Be me. - Kathryn WilkesPublished 2 days ago
The Party Ends When I Say So
Behind a chain-link fence, somewhere between seen and secure, I hold my place in the world. - Erica MPublished 3 days ago
Debt
Debt
- Tom BakerPublished 8 days ago
Arthur Rimbaud: "Being Beauteous" (1886)
Against the fallen snow, an incarnation of beauty stands tall. The hissing of death, and the muted rounds of music make to ascend, like a risen ghost, the trembling, the cherished form. Wounds of scarlet and black erupt across the surface of the superb skin. All the proper colors of life darken and deepen, clear and break free, circling about as the vision is constructed. - Tom BakerPublished 25 days ago
- Vanesea APublished 26 days ago
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Mother of all children ( μητέρα όλων των παιδιών )