Caught in the web entangled wholly crawling my way cautiously treading on the loopholes full of dark pits, finding a way through the maze skeleton of the leaf carcass of the bones remains of my existence Tied down with expectations Many a time lured by the glittery surroundings succumbed to the false promises vanished into thin air tossed around by some blown by the breeze embraced by the earth back to the place I started from
Anupama Kadwad
My name is Anupama Kadwad and I’m from India. I am a Statistics graduate working in the Telecommunication field.
Writing helps me relieve my stress. Through poems I can communicate my innermost feelings with the outside world. I believe poems give wings to thoughts and help express our views.
In my leisure time I like to travel, listen to music and write. My poem book ‘My World’ was published in January 2016.
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I sit in my yard, atop the withering grass, beneath a bare tree.
Winter’s been brutal, yet she offers us this serene, divine day.
Birds sing love songs in perfect harmony like they invented the score.
The sun’s beams pour through the branches, showering me in comfort.
But I realize it’s not the sun I see or feel.
It’s the warmth of an astonishing couple.
The love that radiates off of them outshines the sun.
I try not to watch for long as they leisurely stroll through the neighborhood.
And truly, I don’t have to.
What they share is enough to leave a lasting impression.
He holds onto her so carefully, I could’ve mistaken her for a porcelain doll.
She’s stunning and delicate, yet powerful.
Man couldn’t have made her.
Because he’s fully aware of her strength and independence, his protection is far from overbearing.
It’s that of safekeeping.
He listens to her intently and gazes at her with care.
Then, he whispers a prayer to heaven —
“Please make this last forever.”
I believe he’s been answered.
She’s childlike, frolicking about.
I don’t think she’s even aware of her behavior —
or her remarkable glow, that of a woman in love.
She doesn’t say much, but you can see tenderness in her diamond eyes and gentle smile.
I’d never experienced love like this, the kind you can see and feel from miles away.
The waves of emotion wash over me, overcoming me, at the realization of this rarity.
I feel both despair and hope.
Despair at potentially never finding love like this.
Hope at such inspiration.
Maybe, one day, I’ll have this kind of love —
unconditional and without hesitation.
Jhazzmyn Joiner
Jhazzmyn Joiner is a recent graduate of Georgia Tech. She graduated with a B.S. in Literature, Media, and Communication. She resides in Atlanta, but she is originally from Las Vegas.
She has self-published a poetry book, Everyone can Relate, and been published in Wren’s Nest, Blood Moon Journal, and more. Her favorite pastime, aside from writing, is singing and playing guitar.
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It makes me blue, knowing how time flies, when I am trying hard to catch the moments passing by, the glimpses of happiness, fleeting like those tiny creatures in your eyes that you see when looking at the cloudless sky, clear like my mind when I try to find the right words to write about you and I.
Matěj Plachta
My name is Matěj Plachta, I am 20 years old, and from a small town in Czechia. English is not my native language, yet I found it easier to express my thoughts and feelings with. I love poetry that includes clever and unorthodox rhymes. Apart from writing poems, I also have a band and play multiple instruments.
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I think my love is meant for someone who ceased existing centuries ago, and now all I have is grief to hold in my hands and stupid poems I wrote in the washroom of my school, in the name of love.
When I look into the eyes of another stranger I hope they would smile because my lips are too cracked to give one but all they do is look away like I am not a thing to look at with compassion, like my soul doesn’t deserve this kindness.
I stay up till three thinking if only love could save us from ourselves or it is just another line, I read in random suicide letters found on the internet.
The moon hanging on my half misted glass window is just as alone as me with all the stars miles away from him. and while I cry between these four pastel-coloured walls, he hides behind the grey clouds, screaming in his own sky. that I can’t even touch.
My grandmother’s favourite flower was lavender. She recited the fragrance of it by heart, and her house was always filled with purple candles and oils. even though she never held a petal of it between her fingers, she loved it. she loved it, as people loved random poetries in the margin of notebooks. or the lit Christmas lights hanging over an empty house.
When she died, grandpa silently placed a stalk of lavender in her hand, before she was taken away. I hoped, one day I would love someone as my grandma loved that flower, too poetic to not touch its skin for a lifetime but leave its scent lingering in every poem I write.
Shriyanshi Yadav
An eighteen-year-old, who is deeply in love with poems and this beautiful world.
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These lips have lost their colour These eyes have lost their shine I know where it all went wrong But I was too frozen to move Change hurt more than trauma So I left it all as it was for you Putting on lipstick every day Wiping the tears off my cheeks You’d never know how I truly felt I’ve turned into a porcelain doll I exist, yes, but am I alive?
Serena Morrigan
Serena started writing poetry in high school as a means to deal with bullying. She only recently started writing again after a traumatic experience. By openly talking about mental health issues, she hopes to end the stigma and help people feel less alone with their struggles.
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Slithering around So grounded and oblivious Seemingly harmless.. But if you know me You will be aware At the point of insecurity To hissssssss Is the only defence I know.. The poison in me, Becoming the enemy Of my own conscience.. My love too Knows no bounds, My emotions and expressions Have the strength to crush you In the toughness of my embrace.. My exterior becoming unbearable now, The roughness from slithering through And surviving in wilderness Has worn out my skin! My encounters have matured me Beyond the layers that protect My flexible, mushy vertebrae. I am a new snake in process, Making efforts to slide through My own distressed skin. Leave me undisturbed in my solitude While I live my ecdysis of transforming! I shall still hiss, I shall still love with magnitude I shall still carry incurable venom… But yet the new version of myself After surviving this transformation: I shall hold wider perspectives I shall see through brighter visions I shall understand the importance Of maturing and sliding out Of the boundaries Of my own worn out, distressed snake-skin!
A Moment in Time by Sakina Mohammed
To feel waves of passion, Surges of spark and intensity Flowing wildly through my entirety!
To be embraced in your brawn, Enveloped in your fortitude.. Just us among wilderness and solitude!
To enamor so deep and indulgently Into your tender, warm zeal.. While all abyss shall heal!
To find undue pacifism, Beyond hope or depiction.. Feeling as though fabricated fiction!!
Such a moment in time When longevity shall freeze… While our souls solemnize in ease…
Sakina Mohammed
I’m Sakina Mohammed, an aspiring Srilankan poet, a full-time mom and a creative chaos managing a few of my own small passion projects. Poetry to me is therapy and a form of escape. I write motivational content on emotional and mental wellbeing, also on love and life realities. I wish to publish my book someday, but currently I share my work on my Instagram page: @sakinas_expressions
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In a parallel universe I hold your hand and I smile at your silly face and those pretty eyes. In a parallel universe you play me songs that you like and I begin to like them too so we sing together and dance, dance under the moonlight.
In a parallel universe we go on dates in hidden bookstores, we read poetry and pretend we understand Shakespeare.
In a parallel universe you buy me flowers and take me to the beach where we watch the sun set and the pigeons fly. The sea smells like freshness, it smells like you.
In a parallel universe this is not a dream. We’ve met and I recognise your face, I regonise your heart and I have you here with me. I hold you close.
Simona Filiposka
A 16-year-old high school student who loves reading and writing cause it takes her into an unknown inner world with endless possibilities of what could be.
She loves writing about/to her soulmate she hasn’t met yet, but she hopes one day she will. She also writes about feminism, self love, mental health and other things that run through her mind.
Besides poetry, she likes foreign languages, traveling and music!
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Something about the still of the night, brings such peace and clarity, when nothing is moving nothing can go wrong, within the grasp of silence bliss is found.
Untitled #31 by Matthew John
It’s not about the love that we had, it’s about the lives we created, by having been in love and falling entirely apart.
Matthew John
Matthew is a Poet and Author from Burlington, Ontario, Canada. At 25 years of age, Matthew plans to expand his work into a full published collection in the upcoming year. With so many shared experiences and emotions throughout life, Matthew hopes to give people a sense of togetherness through his words.
For more information, on previously published works, published short stories, and all other writings from Matthew. Follow him on Instagram @matthewjohnpoetry
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Your eyes help me see what I cannot, Your hands pacify my fading spirit. Holding my broken heart, I walk in your shadow to carry me to brighter days, where numbing pain exists no more, and your light within me stays. You lift me higher than mountains, showering me with jewels of hope, My heart holds on to pearly dreams, with you, I am stronger to cope. You draw my forgotten smiles again, and I’m drowning in glittering wishes so innate. Clouds of joy are mine to hold, Thank you for being with me, Faith.
Diana Menezes
I’m a wife and a doting mother to my son who’s almost 5 now. I have a deep passion for writing and reading, and I love penning inspirational poetry/prose on hope, life, survival, love, and everything in between. 🙂
My dream is to get a collection of my poetry published one day and sprinkle my readers with a bit of my stardust. 🙂
I’d like to end by saying… Never Give Up! Dreams do come true if you really wish them from your heart.
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You speak in thorns and no matter how I try, I cannot seem to find the roses
Taylor Wade
Taylor Wade is an aspiring writer in her late twenties. She’s currently majoring in Psychology and plans to use that knowledge to enrich her future works. At the moment,Taylor is focused on writing her debut novel but still makes time to read, binge Netflix, and teach herself how to play the piano.
As a writer, she uses her words to purge strong emotions and experiences catharsis by turning them into something beautifully imperfect. Taylor is deeply inspired by people. Especially their hearts, minds, and the dichotomy that exists inside of them.
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