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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.

I CRY
I cry, because I don’t have any money in my bank account, I cry, because I’m worried about being put out of my home, I cry, because the struggles in life can be so hard sometimes that it’s hard to hold your head up high,
By CeeCee Whitfield9 months ago in Poets
Things I’m Still Learning
I’m still learning that healing is not linear, that some mornings are tight-fisted, others, soft like sky. And both count.
By Amr Aly9 months ago in Poets
softly gripped
How to love me? Where do I start? Don't grip too tight don't pull so hard, In my life I'm in charge, don't push, don't force, don't bite, don't barge
By Ruhani Khadijah9 months ago in Poets
Is Your Value Defined by Them, or You?
When I was young, I remember a boy saying to me, 'It would be better if you lost another five kilograms.' At that time, I already had a very standard figure, but when I heard this, I immediately felt deep self-doubt. At that moment, it was as if my worth was defined by that number.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing9 months ago in Poets
I Will Feel Poor That Day
I will not feel poor, when I am left, with meager money, but the day, my body turns against me— when my eyes blur,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
Moonrise Reverie
The rising moon rises in the sky... The waves of the blue sky The sound of the flute The fragrance of your hands...
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
Silent Power
Life Lessons for Self-Teaching Don't overly concern yourself with others. Others are generally not as invested in our lives as we might think.
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
Made of Morning, Bound to Earth
Good morning! I rise like smoke from the heart of the world, carried by fire, kissed by light. The sky yawns open above me, blue as a promise,
By MH Limon9 months ago in Poets
The Heart of Home
"Roots and Wings" In every quiet morning light, Your love has been my guiding sight. Through every trial, big or small, You stood beside me through it all.
By Md. Ashraful Azad9 months ago in Poets
Dear Pen
Dear pen, I write to you, creating paintings, writing poetry, wonderful you, sighing in the darkness, relieving my loneliness,
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
A Tattoo-Worthy Poem: One Line You’ll Never Forget
Scars That Speak I was seven when I fell. Knees split open, blood like spilled ink. Mom whispered, "Don’t cry—skin remembers."
By PhilipM-I9 months ago in Poets
The strength of sincerity
Honesty is a reflection of the beauty of life and our own hearts. Sometimes, Sincerity hurts us more with deceit, Selfishness and the evils of the world.
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets