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a series of pairsA Poem by alexalikeswordsa series of pairs the books on the shelf the people they belong to your touch an apology .. |
Insanity?A Poem by Ally AnnThere are times I feel guilty for writing instead of helping in a world so full of brokenness, and I need to remind myself that connecting with and sh.. |
From painA Poem by Ellie RostonFrom pain comes art So they say. But my canvas is still white My notepad binding uncracked My pastels perfectly squared My sketchbook snuggly wra.. |
Happy 4th of JulyA Poem by brotherhumbledAn alternate perspective. |
Word Vomit #1A Poem by Catherine Macatangayi found this in my notes on my phone and it still feels relevant so lmao here it is |
Escape in the DarknessA Story by Eris MarriottA girl finds escape from the reality of her religious upbringing by plunging herself into the arms of dark magic. |
Blood In Your CoffeeA Poem by Indra's ChildBlood In Your Coffee |
ParadiseA Poem by Indra's ChildSweet like vinegar, and hot like the air I never knew what love was until I saw you there These words roll off my tongue, dimes falling down .. |
"What Am I Dreaming Of These Days?..."A Poem by Chris"For once - close your eyes and just ...listen..." - sigh |
Clearing My VeinsA Poem by Ally AnnSometimes I am scared to write, because what if I will never find inspiration again |
HomeA Poem by Amanda TrerotolaMy SweetHome New JerseyHow can I forget the pain you left in my heartFrom dusting soil off my mothers graveto the countless times' life tore me apartM.. |
"A Bright Day..."A Poem by ChrisThought-full - in its way. |
Write.A Poem by DarkStarSometimes I want to write, and I can't. Here is a poem about me not being able to write. For the irony, a piece of writing about not being able to wri.. |
Words MatterA Poem by DarkStarAnd maybe in the end,You were never a true friend.All the questions that you ask,So in your own glory, you could bask.And never did you stop,to see th.. |
Blank PageA Story by busterleeWriting a story |
That NightA Poem by Amanda TrerotolaThis poem may be triggering to some who have recovered from self-harm or are going through it. View at your discretion. |
Social AnxietyA Poem by GabbyWhen I'm around people I can't talk with sense,everything around me gets more intense.When I look around I can see everything,and anythingit gets too .. |
A Poetic ObligationA Poem by bigfootprintPoets plumb the depths of passion and proclivity |