The Artist

The Artist

The Artist by Maryam Haniff

The Artist

See her brush
as it moves swiftly across the paper

Sliding with such charm from place to place
filling the paper with so much grace

Twisting and turning as the picture unfolds
whirling and twirling is the brush she holds

Mixing the colors in her own way
The perfect one, on her paper she lay

Color after color she now sets free
Slowly revealing an enchanting beauty.

<strong>Maryam Haniff</strong>
Maryam Haniff

Maryam Jameela Haniff of Guyana, South America is an emerging poet whose dream is to heal the world one poem at a time. She has used poetry as her expression of the world around her from the very tender age of 8.

Her first collection of poetry entitled “Silver Linings” is available for purchase locally and will soon be available worldwide.

She is also the founder of Emjay – a brand that creates poetry tailored to a given client’s needs.

She is happily married with two adorable daughters. Maryam enjoys reading, writing, learning and baking.

You can follow her on Instagram @heart_whisperer24 and Facebook @Emjay
Her work is dedicated to all those seeking light in this dark world.

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Temptation by Madalina Schiopu

Temptation by Madalina Schiopu

Temptation by Madalina Schiopu

Temptation

The bite you left on my neck is healing.
Right about now, it feels so appealing
To turn the other cheek, let you back in.
Drop inhibition, commit the deadly sin.

Lose myself with you, enjoy this dream.
Touch too much, your name to scream.
But I remember, in the mornings you go.
Passion dies left alone in the afterglow.

I cannot give only half, or just a quarter.
There is only chaos now, soul in disorder.
Pain of this bruise was only temporary.
Worst is unrequited love, heavy to carry.

Madalina Schiopu

Madalina Schiopu is a Romanian poet and prose writer based in London, UK. She is a member of The Poetry Society UK. She started writing as a hobby at 14, since 2015 she has been writing professionally. Madalina came to London in 2010 to study and decided to stay when she fell in love with the city.

She graduated with a BA in Public Relations and has worked in several fields throughout her career. She now works as a Bookkeeper, and while she enjoys her work, the day jobs have always been a means to an end. Madalina loves the nights as they allow her to focus on her passions: music, reading and writing. The Muse is always invited for midnight coffee. 

Madalina takes inspiration from the brutality and gentleness of life. Her writing delves into the war between lust and love, life and death, hope and bleakness, and compels the reader to not shy away from the rawness of life but to just live. 

Her writing has the right balance between heart-wrenching pessimism to soaring and contagious optimism, this duality, she says, representing an accurate description of her old soul. While she is still in her late twenties, she matured early as her life was jolted by the loss of her parents, her Father when she was only 14 and her Mother when she was 26. Their loss almost destroyed her, but in the end, she honoured her parents by making their legacy one of beauty, survival, hope and all- consuming love. She has a sister and brother and dog, Dexter, a Jack Russell Terrier, whom she loves with all her heart, and in this little family she finds her comfort and joy. 

Poetry runs in her blood, as her father was also a poet. Since his passing, Madalina wanted to get published as a tribute to her dad, and in 2019 she achieved this by having her poetry published in ‘Misplaced Devotion’ by Ambient House Publishing. She is now working to transition to make writing into a career to realise her life-long dream. 

You can find Madalina’s work on Instagram with the handle @quintessence02 or follow the link to All Poetry, the web’s largest poetry writing group: https://allpoetry.com/Madalynne

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A Breathing Dream

A Breathing Dream

A Breathing Dream by Nishal Aroskar

You are the dream
I searched for with closed eyes

in a fogged mind,
filtering out all the dreams
to uncover the depth
you cradled in,
focussing on your outline
as you slowly bloomed into
the colour of heaven
and unfolded into a
breathing constellation.
And now that I have
found you-
you are inked on my heart,
your soul tattooed over mine
and I could make love
to your shadow
even in the dark.

Nishal Aroskar

Hello there. My name is Nishal Aroskar and I hail from the beautiful land of Goa, India. My pen name is, however, ‘Word Mermaid’. I chose a different name while showcasing my poetries on my social account because I am a different being as a poet. 

Poetry to me is about discovering my strengths as a loner, noticing the ignored and celebrating it through words and an immense act of spirituality. I write not just to liberate myself but also my readers. I am a storyteller (fiction writer) too and bedtime stories have been my angels since my childhood.

My hobbies include reading and gardening and I’m a firm believer in the power of positivity and love. You can find me on Instagram (@wordmermaid) where I regularly post my work. I’ll be soon working upon my first book.

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With Words

With Words

With Words by Samantha Tumblin

Divine me with words of undying devotion,
mesmerizing lines of poetic commotion—
frenetically metric aesthetic emotion.
Romance me, perchance, shifting tides of my ocean,
to align with moonlight, subside the erosion
of my corroded heart, long hardened and broken.

Emboldened by love, clothed in tapestry’s woven
by the tales you have spun and the rhymes you have spoken,
I clamor, enamored by your grammar ambrosian.
It’s absurd how some words can just spurn an explosion!

Samantha Tumblin

Sam is a 30-something year old part human, part mythological creature.  Born, raised, and (mis)educated in Florida, she also lived in London, UK and Philadelphia, PA before moving to New England about 10 years ago.  While she would rather be living off the land and her writing, she works full-time as a therapist at a psychiatric hospital.  

Sam first started writing poetry at age 7.  She has gone through different periods in her life when she has written prolifically followed by lengthy periods of writer’s block.  After about 10 years of not writing anything beyond the occasional journal entry, she started writing again in June 2019 and has no intention of stopping.  She tends not to adhere to any particular poetry style but has a penchant for employing rhyme and alliteration as well as for using humor, satire, surrealism and absurdism in her writing.  She considers her poetry to be more conceptual rather than emotional.  She has yet to be published (until now).

Aside from writing, Sam also enjoys spending time with her husband and friends, hiking, kayaking and paddle boarding, weightlifting, attempting to make crafts, and educating herself about social justice issues.  You can find more of Sam’s writing on Instagram via @colourful_anomaly.

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This Letter

This Letter

This Letter by Marcus Taylor

This is a letter, to you and to me
Before we have a final kiss
I wrote words for you. My notebooks are in a stack
Read them in my voice. Read them with your heart
In your heartbreak, this poet will come back

This is a letter, to you and to me
Many things needed to be said out loud
But I let anger take over my words
I wish to take back nights our bed was split
And have mornings of love with the birds

This is a letter, to you and to me
Throw away the unopened mail
Keep my love. The materials will collect dust
Reminders of what we have are not in things
What I leave can be helpful to someone. This is just

This is a letter, to you and to me
I wrote all of these poems
To help me say I love you in a cool way
Sounds better when said in poetic form
Hold my love so this poet can come back to you one day

<strong>Marcus Taylor</strong>
Marcus Taylor

Born and raised in Atlanta/Decatur, Georgia, Marcus Gregory Taylor, the one and only Brown-Eyed Soul Man, pours his soul into creativity. Marcus gives his voice and invites the audience to be his company.

With compassion for those who feel left out, Marcus writes and performs at churches, schools, venues, and events with an inspirational message.  
I have developed a new hobby which is engraving wooden and metal objects. I hope to make my own table one of these days. And I recently picked up photography as well.

I have a job at Ga Tech, by day. But writing and sharing my creativity is my work. I like to distinguish the two. I have self-published one book, “The Wait is Over”, and have a few chapbooks: Being Single is Cool, 14 Ways This Poet Says I Love You, and Seasons. I also have a podcast, Soul Fever, and two spoken word albums.
Instagram:  browneyedsoulman

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Void by Jaserah Syed

Void by Jaserah Syed

Void, Painful Lines of my Face Tell a Story by Jaserah Syed

My exoskeleton today,
Is like a paper, where a
two year old has
written his story of pain
in straight lines.

Indecipherable.

My kitchen sleek
And clean, like my face.
The shelves hide, my fate
for the day.

Void of emotions

The stranger in me,
A frustrated lethargy.

Whilst the real skin,
Hanging out on the
Cliff. Sipping coffee.

Jaserah Syed

Jaserah Syed is a 22 year old student living in India. She is highly mesmerised by science and studies the same. She believes her love for writing poetry and reading comes from her mum. She lives during and loves the night; it is when she does most of her writing.

Jaserah wishes to have at least one famous published book (whispers also have a few patent research papers) before life’s end.
You can read her work at @jaz__writes on Instagram).
http://www.instagram.com/jaz__writes

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Brothers by Cody Bassett

Brothers by Cody Bassett

Brothers by Cody Bassett

Normally I
Go by
The alias of:
No one.
To 3 people at a pub
I was

The invincible,
Unkillable,
Eternal superman.
I was a soldier with alcoholism
Sipping tea
Because I
Was stronger than what plagued me.
I was Cody.
I was the one who
Would outlive everyone
Else through
Sheer willpower.
To these 3 I was
A person.
Those days I curled up
And begged for Death
Seemed far away
Even though they
Were just yesterday.
I want to thank
The Marine and
The Airman
For supporting
This wounded
Soldier

<strong>Cody Bassett</strong>
Cody Bassett

I am Cody Bassett born in Jacksonville Florida, moved to Houston when I was 16 and joined the army at 19 as a signal soldier.

I write because I love doing it, sometimes it’s planned and sometimes it’s spastic (like my thoughts are). For the most part, I do things depending on my mood. I play chess and read or watch movies in my spare time. I am looking to get a few books of poetry published in time, but I’m in no rush.

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Trial of Faith

Trial of Faith

Trial of Faith by Jasmine Barrett

church waters alight
purple pleads guilty
spirit flames glowed
sunset entity danced

Jasmine Barrett

Jasmine is a young poet exploring innovations and modernist movements in poetry. She is a third-year university student, studying English Language and Linguistics, with Creative Writing at Kingston University, London. Alongside poetry and studying, she is also passionate about human rights, the environment, and mental health.

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Little Emotions

Little Emotions

Little Emotions by Mudit Sehgal

Early morning chirping
Those careless whispering
Passion to fly
Not to cry
Emotions were easy
Days were crazy
Thought was to fly in the sky
Cute emotions & careless dreams so high
Days tend to grow
We behaved so
Mind so inquisitive
Questioned often
Without a doubt even
Everything as is
all tend to believe in…
Days were early
With a mind of a child
When everyone was a like-minded child
Days and nights all were wild
Breeze was always mild…

Mudit Sehgal

Mudit Sehgal is 33 years old and works as a Chartered Accountant based out of India.  He has an in-depth interest in writing, especially poetry.  
A qualified Chartered Accountant, he works with a CA Firm at Delhi, India’s Internal Audit Department.  

He developed an interest in writing when he joined college, but kept his writing personal as he always found it tough to show to others. He kept his work private until he wrote some poems and quotes that he shared with family and friends who praised his work. Recently, he began sharing his work on WhatsApp and Instagram.  With some encouragement from his Uncle, who told him poetry is an art, you won’t be able to hide it, even if you want to, he now has dreams to one day get his work published. 

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Tantrums of Life

Tantrums of Life

Tantrums of Life by Navya Sharma

My words weave poetry 
making it the frontier of my agony.
These warm days won’t 
make these winters go
that have settled in me 
just like the rust making
the metal weak.
These stars wont be 
my remedy anymore
for it reminds me of you.
These poetries won’t help me anymore
for you are not meant to
be written
in between these lines.
You are boundless
that even 26 syllables
Fall short for you.
This sky is not the same anymore
for I am not sharing
it with you.
My heart ask for days
when it will shed all these heartaches 
and summers will be back again,
when you and I
Will meet again.

<strong>Navya Sharma</strong>
Navya Sharma

I am Navya, an 18-year-old daydreamer from Delhi, India. I am an occasional Narcissist and Jane Austen enthusiast.  I love playing with metaphors. My hobbies include writing poems and reading books. 

Honestly, writing is very important for me because it helps me to express myself. For me, writing is that gentle wave of ocean that soothes the seashore. My Instagram is @ely.nav

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