Doused Flames

Doused Flames, by David Smith

Doused Flames

Your love set fire to my heart
and we danced within the flames
Our love was burnt away to ashes
but that fire will forever remain…

Your love doused out my fire
my tears fell down on the flames
The ashes of love we had
my future swept it away…

Upside Down Backwards

Upside Down Backwards, by David Smith

How can I fly so high
but at the same time feel so low…
I’m standing tall
but I always stumble then fall…
My door of emotion was opened to you
but that same door you walked out of…
That reign of love you served to me
but I didn’t deserve the teary downpour

<strong>David Smith</strong>
David Smith

Hello all! Firstly, my name is David Smith
I am a 34 year young male from sunny Liverpool in the U.K.

My main reason for my writing was at first an outlet for me to offload some weight on my shoulders. I began gradually writing more and quickly realised it helped me a lot to say what I needed to say put in ink form.

These words mean more to me because everything written or told is 100% me, bare, honest and real, there’s no specific genre to my writing/poetry. I see it more as every feeling we have had/felt… I write it.

When somebody comments of how it resonates with them on a personal level, I feel I’ve touched at least one person with my words and my story.

Feel free to follow my journey on Instagram: @wordsfrom1985 

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Lunar Eclipse

Lunar Eclipse, by Tanisha Bhatia

Lunar Eclipse, by Tanisha Bhatia

Lunar Eclipse

An aureate ink pot
lies beside my hot cup of tea,
I dip my quill
and form prints of
treacly melody,
he asks me if I’ve been up all night
I nod and give the letter,
the wind blew furiously and clouds enshrouded the moon in night sky,
I couldn’t find warmth
but my heart burnt like fire,
so I spent my time
musing all night,
but today will be different
because the moon has arrived,
my moon has arrived.

Tanisha Bhatia

I am a seventeen-year-old, a native of a country where spirituality meets science, India. Currently, I‘m a senior studying in Jesus & Mary School, Shimla. My hobbies include sharing poetry, stories, art and music, entwined with ardour, over cups of hot drinks, and intermittently performing classical dance.

I write to express the thoughts otherwise frozen in a tapestry-like mind and connect with souls. I believe the human race in diversified forms is conducive for aesthetic pleasure, embracing each other’s psyche and heart.
You can find me here on Instagram: @_tanisha_bhatia_

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Hope

Hope

Hope, a poem by Maheen Fatima

Hope

I stand there,
My back against the wall.
My eyes searching for a miracle
that would prevent me from falling.

Broken several times,
Yet I search for hope.
Maybe there’s a light to this darkness.
A torch in this lightless room.
I wonder, where’s my destiny?
I ponder, where’s the way out?

Clueless I stroll,
A fake smile on my face.
Is this world a problem
Or am I unsolved?
My endless questions will begin,
Hoping for someone who’d be answering them.

As loud as I’ll yell
I know the more I’ll be unwell.
Totally scattered, I’ll begin
To question my existence again.

I tried to change anew
Their typical thinking way.
My result would be despair, I knew.
My attempt went astray.
Clueless I stroll,
A fake smile on my face.
Is this world a problem
Or am I unsolved?

Seems like I’m living in a place where being a girl is a crime.
Ignored as a helmet, dismissed as a toy.
They say they love me,
But I don’t believe.

My interests, my goals, remain unvalued.
I’m convinced to leave.
Every ladder, I said I climbed for you.
You said, “Nope, not for me, it isn’t true.
You really don’t trust in what I do to have you.

Enough! Now I can’t really satisfy you.
Clueless I strolled,
Wearing a fake smile.
Now I realize,
The problem’s neither the world nor me,
Those are just the people messing around.

Ones that should be left to be chased by my hound.
I will start to let all of it go.
Because I just can’t hold this mess anymore.

Now I pledge, I pledge that each time I’ll break.
I’ll come out stronger and for no one’s sake.
I will prove who I am.
Because I know, I can be no less than my own champ!

Maheen Fatima

I am a 14-year-old poet and a blogger from Karachi, Pakistan. Since I am 14, I am a regular student in a middle school in my city and I do not have any job.

Writing is the only thing I am interested in and that is my hobby. I try to write as well as possible, and try to create the best pieces of writing. I am not really writing a book, but I look forward to writing a fictional novel, later when I’m almost finished with my studies.

You can follow her work on Instagram: @maheen.writes

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She Built a Wall

She Built a Wall, by Ashley Thompson

She Built a Wall, by Ashley Thompson

She built a Wall
One after another
Until she built a box

There she stays
Stored away
Without any doors or locks

No one cares to figure her out
Who cares what she’s all about

Her only company
Her cries and screams
Because she can’t get out

Love Is

Love Is, by Ashley Thompson

Love is a blessing, Love is a curse
Love can be better, Love can be worse
Love can make you rich, Love can leave you broke
Love can be the punchline, Love can be the joke
Love can be as cool and refreshing as iced tea
Love can be robust like wine
Love is to choice, as back is to spine
Love is a rebel that crosses the line
Love can be angelic, Love can be demonic
Love is a drug that makes us all a bit moronic

Ashley Thompson

I reside in Topeka, Kansas. I’m a homemaker devoted to my son and spending time with family.

My focus for writing began in my teens and into my adult life as a creative outlet to relieve stress and express my innermost thoughts.

Readers can follow me on Instagram: @ashrthompson1

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An Unconventional Date

An Unconventional Date, a poem by Tejashri Pathak

An Unconventional Date

One fine evening they both met
Strangers to each other

She was a delicious blend
Of sultry hot and dark
With an unforgettable taste

The moment poet’s lips
Tasted her for the first time
A creativity residing within
Started oozing out smoothly

Towards the end of their date
Poet felt an instant burst of energy
An exquisite parting gift from her

<strong>Tejashri Pathak</strong>
Tejashri Pathak

Tejashri Pathak an electronics engineer by day and an accidently turned poet. Her journey to walk on the route started by scribbling some words in her journal.

She belongs to a small town from Maharashtra state in India.She always enjoyed the company of books. She has completed her Masters in Engineering and worked as an assistant professor in an engineering college.

While writing the research papers and her project thesis she realised she could do something with words but it took her 3 years to actually start creating poetry. She loves to convey raw emotions through poetry.

Currently, she is planning to publish a book of her poems and her future plans include writing a fiction novel. She has an Instagram account where she shares her creations: @soul_lost_in_poetry_

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Bloom

Bloom, written by Haikal Sean

Bloom, written by Haikal Sean

Bloom

Learn to leave things as they are.
In the unaltered, you will find beauty and authenticity.

If you pluck a flower, it dies and ceases to be what you love. Beauty is lost the moment you try to change it.

Know that when the flower is ready, it will bloom. People are no different.

Haikal Sean


My name is Haikal Sean. I’m from Singapore.
Aside from writing, I enjoy reading and mediating. I’ve always been interested in psychology and philosophy because it deals with the human condition.

My writings are very much centred on this theme. While I regard writing as a creative outlet, I also see it as a way to connect with others by talking about the things that matter to all of us.

I am currently publishing a book that will feature a collection of my writings. You can follow me on Instagram @haikalsean for all my works! :)

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Forest

Forest, written by Catherine Fasoro

Forest, written by Catherine Fasoro

I paced myself through a forest of fire,
Where the woods served a purpose of
Destruction.

Hunger and thirst parades
my body. There is no nutrition to satisfy
this hunger. No stream to quench this
Thirst. The blazing fire of an insidious
forest surrounds me, I am waiting on it
to consume me.
Run! Run!

With a shy strength I ran towards the unknown,
However trembling by the hoarse roar
of flames chasing me.
Run! Run!

The muttering of my panicked soul
Alert me. I looked ahead, and all I saw
was pain and horror.
Every tree reminded
Me of fear and sorrow.

But I grew tired and
Weary. I fell on to my knees. Desperate to
catch a breath, yet all I inhaled was
Toxic fumes from the unforgiving flame.

I became confined to my knees.
Then a steady voice told me to look up at
the sky. As I raised my head towards the
vast atmosphere, the blessed rain poured from
the sky putting to death that insidious fire.
As that rain tapped my face, I felt whole again
I closed my eyes to immerse myself in its gentle touch.
When I opened them, I was at home.

Catherine Fasoro
Catherine Fasoro

My name is Catherine Fasoro. I am a 19-year-old university student studying English Literature and Creative Writing in the UK. I am originally from Nigeria and lived there for 8 years until I moved to the UK 11 years ago with my family. 

I started writing at 16 and writing came randomly to me. I was outside with a pen and paper and suddenly felt the urge to listen to what my soul was saying and translate this into writings in a paper. After this experience I became in love with poetry.

Since then, it has become a denomination of therapy for me. It is a way to express that part of myself that yearns to use art as a passage to come out. 

Writing is something I take seriously and hope to have a career in. I desire to become a published author with novels and poetry collections. I have the intentions of writing a book and have already mustered ideas about this novel and also a title. Writing to me is a gift that I want to use to bring about light in this world. Through writing, I want to make a change in the world, using it as a voice for many who resonate with what I write. 

Another love of mine is dance. Especially contemporary dance which I regard as an art, which to me is poetry which uses movements instead of words to express emotions. Overall, I am an INFP overloaded with many ideas and constantly trying to find meaning in life.

You can see her work on Instagram: @c.fpoet

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Cold Hearted

Cold Hearted

Cold Hearted by Jaimee Boake

Cold Hearted

steps crunch into snow
disrupting the silence of a world weighed down by cold
and exhaled frosty breath lingers in the air
like the icy ghost of a last kiss
before disappearing without a goodbye

Fortitude by Jaimee Boake

Fortitude

Rolled out like a welcome mat
I let you in without thinking-
didn’t realize that with each step you took/
I would shrink.
Now your footsteps are
etched like a tattoo along the memory of my spine/
and I’ve struggled to shrug
your weight off my shoulders
but finally
I am starting to straighten
stacking vertebrae
on top of vertebrae on top of vertebrae
like the stones of a fortress wall
so you’ll never walk over me again.
Jaimee Boake
Jaimee Boake

Having long been fascinated with reading and writing of all forms, Jaimee Boake is a high school English Language Arts, Creative Writing, and Leadership teacher in Sherwood Park, Alberta. 

When not working she loves playing sports and board games, hanging out with her dogs, spending time with family, and drinking lots of coffee. 

She is happiest, always, in the mountains. More of her work can be found in Purple Fire Publications Write Connection Magazine. Instagram: @jaimeeannethology 

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Lemonade Eventually, I Guess

Lemonade Eventually, I Guess, by Cortni Merritt

Lemonade eventually, I guess

Life gifted me many lemons, but
I didn’t know what to do
with them.

I don’t particularly like
lemonade.

I thought, “I’ll give them to some friends,”
and then had fewer, but the rest continue to hang
in the basket

<strong>Cortni Merritt</strong>
Cortni Merritt

Cortni Merritt is a mom and entrepreneur living in Orlando, FL. She earned her M.A. in English literature and has served as an editor, ghostwriter, and book coach for 100+ fiction and nonfiction authors.

Her poetry has been featured in Bear Creek Haiku, Ariel Chart, Halcyon Days, and Former People, and she self-published her first collection of haiku and accompanying artwork, Slices of Silence, in 2019.

Cortni posts poetry and details of her writer’s journey on Instagram: @cortni.m.dreams.

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Final Road Trip

Final Roadtrip, written by Lina Heller

Final Road Trip, written by Lina Heller

Final Road

maybe one day
you’ll get in your car
and never come back
as this road finally takes you
where you were supposed to be all along
maybe one day
you’ll get in your car
all alone, but never lonely
you’ll turn on the ignition and start driving
without hesitation
with no destination and no restriction
just you and your car
maybe you’ll make friends along the way
maybe you’ll pick up some hitchhikers
and who knows, maybe you’ll even find love in some stranger’s eyes
but even if you’ll just stay on your own
you will wake up one morning
somewhere you’ve never been before
where no one knows your name
and you’ll feel free
like you never have before
you’ll find beauty in not belonging anywhere
you’ll find happiness inside yourself again
you’ll be that person, that you love so much
but said goodbye to so many days and nights ago
along the road you will find yourself again
hidden somewhere between bushes and stones
between the eyes of strangers and small villages
you will find yourself
standing in front of a dirty restroom mirror
looking at a completely new person
wild and free
smiling despite the knots in her hair
smiling, no matter what
one day
you’ll get in your car, and never look back

Flood, by Lina Heller

Flood

I can go days
without thinking of you
but then, out of nowhere
my mind gets flooded with all these memories and pictures of you
and no matter how high and how strong I build my walls
eventually they’ll always cave

<strong>Lina Heller</strong>
Lina Heller

I’m 20 years old and from Germany.
Currently, I‘m studying literature, art & media at university.

I’m music addicted, happy when it rains and I love photography.

Writing has always been my way of talking without having to open my mouth. It is my way of coping with reality; I guess. I hope, that someday I’ll get to publish my own poetry book. But until then I’ll fill page after page of my grey notebook.

My Instagram handle is: @writingsbylina

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