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How-tos for all things poetry; learn how to analyze a poem, construct a haiko, differentiate between a metaphor and simile and more.
“The Man Who Spoke in Rain”
The Man Who Spoke in Rain By [Ali Rehman] For as long as anyone could remember, whenever Elias felt something deeply — joy, sadness, anger, or fear — the skies above his small town would open up and rain would fall. Sometimes it was a gentle drizzle, a soft murmur of tears from the clouds. Other times, it was a wild storm that drenched everything in torrents, lightning crackling like his own fierce emotions unleashed.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“The Sky that Fell in Love with the Sea”
The Sky that Fell in Love with the Sea By [Ali Rehman] Every morning, as dawn crept slowly over the earth, the sky would awaken with a soft blush of pink and gold. It stretched endlessly, a vast canvas painted anew with every breath of the wind. Beneath it, the sea shimmered and swayed, its waves whispering songs of ancient mysteries and distant dreams.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“The River That Dreamed of Fire”
The River That Dreamed of Fire By [Ali Rehman] The river had always known one thing — reflection. It mirrored the mountains, the moon, the clouds, and the passing faces of travelers who crossed its bridges. Every ripple was a borrowed shape, every shimmer a borrowed light. It was calm, gentle, obedient to the pull of the earth. But beneath the soft song of its surface, the river felt something deeper — a longing.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“The Wind Forgot My Voice”
“The Wind Forgot My Voice” By [Ali rehman] The day my voice disappeared, the world grew unbearably quiet. It wasn’t the silence of peace — it was the silence of being unheard. I opened my mouth, and though I felt the shape of words forming, nothing came out. Not even a whisper. The doctor called it “psychogenic aphonia,” but what could medicine know of heartbreak carved from words that never reached their destination?
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
Mountain
For most of my life, silence made me uncomfortable. I never liked quiet rooms. I never liked empty pauses. I never liked moments where nothing was happening. I felt like silence meant I was doing nothing. Silence meant I was wasting time. Silence meant I was alone.
By LUNA EDITH2 months ago in Poets
“The Girl Who Sold Shadows” (a concept like you mentioned before)
🌑 The Girl Who Sold Shadows By [Ali Rehman] There was once a girl who lived in a city where the sun never slept. Every wall, every window, every face glowed with a brightness that left no corner untouched. But beneath that endless light, people walked heavy with something unseen — a quiet ache they carried in their bones, in their sighs, in the pauses between their smiles.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“Where the Silence Grows Flowers”
🌸 Where the Silence Grows Flowers By [Ali Rehman] There are some things the world can only say in silence. After my mother died, the world went quiet in a way I had never known before. Not the ordinary kind of quiet — not the pause between songs or the hush before rain — but the kind that hums beneath your ribs, heavy and wordless, like the air itself has forgotten how to breathe.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“The Sky Forgets My Name”
🌌 The Sky Forgets My Name By [Ali Rehman] Every night, when the world grows quiet and the streetlights flicker like tired fireflies, I sit by my window with a notebook in my lap. The ink bleeds blue beneath my pen, and I write another letter to the sky.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
