Anticipating the Blossom Before the Bloom
We become ourselves surrounded by the words we write, word after word, we write ourselves into being. . Building words first,
I Am a Published Author
I am a published author. Not just on the blogging sites I frequent, or the anthology collection of someone else's dream. I am holding MY story. MY imagination is in my hands.
Cross paths with me so I can feel your energy transcend to the bone of my worries. Lift me from my pain so that I can never feel sorry
To the Woman
To the woman who Smiles at the man Who makes the snide remark As you walk down past The street that takes you To work which pays your bills
Ignite your voice: Why the end of victim's silence is powerful
Inspired by the feeling of helpless rage when you can't find the words to express yourself or defend yourself. But stillness and silence do not last forever. And when they break, when we find our voice and discover its power, we ignite with all the words we have been burning to say.
I Was Not A Rotten Piece Of Fruit
I was not a piece of rotten fruit that was meant to be thrown in the trash. I was only a tiny seed that needed time for her to be reproduced. I'm a living thing, not a mechanical robot. I was made to trip and fall, not to remember computer codes off by heart. Flowers need time to shine and become breathing figures. Robots are fast as race cars that don't need constant care. I was not a piece of rotten fruit that was meant to be stepped on and squashed. I was just a dwarf flower that took time for her to bloom, breathe, smile and shine.
In Defense of Poetry
You say poetry is nonsensical that it is overly emotional and thus encourages the delusional To the point of being inconsolable
At the Theatre
According to the Poetry Foundation, an ekphrastic poem "is a vivid description of a scene or, more commonly, a work of art." For my own take on this, I've chosen to describe Prudence Heward's "At the Theatre" (1928).
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.
America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
8 Chubby Pockets / Everything Between and Surrounding / The Life of a Sailor
8 Chubby Pockets At some point in time... we decided to get lost • Led North by an airplane, our interpretation was direction
Been a while
It’s been a while I realise As the sun comes peeping through It’s been a while Since days were filled With actual things to do
I fell, get back up Derailed, but back on track Life is crazy but I always bounce back All I need is a little sleep, Some time to think,
A man with no name Living among the many Misconstrued and bent Golden bitterness lines his mind They all feed him strife and enlightenment
We struggle to overcome our sadness, We hope that in time, the madness - goes away That dark, will give way - to light - and that morning will make it through the night.
One, one-thousand, two, one-thousand, three, one-thousand, four He sucks in a breath, and I release one I watch him, mouth open, gums black, eyes closed
Soul to Soul
Take my love to him. The way the wind carries sweet-scented air to the flower-gazers passing by. The way the sun delivers its light to the moon so she can shine every night.
Fortress of Solitude
Reaching through the dark abyss Darkness clawing at my soul Broken and Alone are my true friends Loneliness never deserts me
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