Gratitude

Ghost in a Shell
Life is hell I’m just a ghost in a shell No one to know me No one to tell My story to Because they can’t relate Is this my fate
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Bakes
How do you write a poem about a poem? How do you write about a memory that is still so real? A beautiful heated glow of flavour and love,
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Vocal Media
On Vocal's stage, a voice takes flight, A melody of words, both dark and bright. A platform warm, where stories bloom,
By Buzu2 years ago in Poets
I ate a magic sandwich for a snack. Runner-Up in Snacktime Sonata Challenge.
-How hungry are you? -Hungry as a LION! -What will the lion eat? Would ask my Mum To be so hungry - must be terrifying...
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Poets
Be Proud Of Yourself
If you are a mother, whether single or not; I am proud of you because parenting can be difficult, Even when there are two.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Burst From The Flames.
Cold was the hearts of many who touched my world, Those people left my heart frozen like an ice lake that never thawed.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
All About Aash
*[This piece was first published in the book called, Butter Tea and Banana Soup: Food as Identity in a prose form, for the purpose of this blog post, I have edited it into a poem]*
By Parwana Fayyaz2 years ago in Poets
Bejewelled Kaya Cake
The straits fervour within me prompts me to introduce everyone to a Peranakan go-to snack: Kaya cake. Everyone has a different version of it. My Nonya grandmother prepared hers by layering rich Kaya on top of an equally decadent layer of rice.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
compass always points north
compass (always) points north always, reliable my heart (always) points to you tho, unreliable * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Simple and to the point. For Poppy's Prompts Thingo 3.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
it's human & it's allowed
This is unexpected & I'm not sorry. No one talks about the first crush after a break up. That's a lie, Rebounds. But that's not what I'm talking about here people, I'm talking about the kind of crush that reminds you why you ever believed in Love in the first place.
By Hayley Matto2 years ago in Poets
Rise With Grace.
In the rhythm of a big world, I find my voice in this sacred space. With words that dance and stories that sing, I rise above on wisdom’s wing.
By Dominic Ach2 years ago in Poets
Since There Aren’t Enough Poems About Black Men (Part III)
Lisssennnnn... Black Man I came to this earth loving you Recognized powerful deities above in you Your presence security
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets