This poem is for all the heartbroken lovers of the world. I was inspired by Harry Styles’ beautiful song Two Ghosts. Heartbreak, in every respect, can be a dark and confusing experience. In this poem, I capture the emotions of abandonment and lost love. How can I live without you in my life? You were
This is the second to last piece in the pride poems series. This poem is about serenity and peace and the struggle to find balance in life, whether it be in your own life, throughout a country, or throughout the world. Separate the harmonies From the added melodies The beat is for longevity The
I wrote a poem just like this when I was eleven. I spent hours and hours looking through files on my laptop and Google Drive trying to find it, but it was nowhere to be found. Sometimes, one thing must end for another great thing to start. I know that my writing has changed over
I wrote this poem a week ago, particularly for the JuneFalls Poetry Challenge. The prompt was, as you can probably guess, “With Every Breath.” As I usually do when I write poetry, I don’t necessarily think of me, but I think of the many random characters that pollute my brain. Being a writer is exhausting
This slam poem is dedicated to all neurodivergent people anywhere – no matter what the thoughts say, you are not unlovable. You are pure of heart and wonderful. Keep looking. It starts with a search. “I think I might be sick,” you type, fingers hesitant because each word, each letter you feel like, is crying
This slam poem is dedicated to those girls that are still breaking into womanhood. I know the world can get you down – folks may pick you apart for your words or your colour or your body or your choice of career or simply the fact that you are female. This is a reminder to
Slam poet Olivia Gatwood has carved words in the shape of her resilience. With performances such as Ode To My Bitch Face and Alternate Universe in Which I Am Unfazed by the Men Who Do Not Love Me exemplifying the lithe movement of her tone, there is an extraordinary approach to the way she expresses the nuances
This is the sixth installment in the Pride Poems series. This series is about the colors of the original pride flag and what each color represents. Thing poem is about art and what art is and means. True art is something to behold Everything is articulate no matter what you’re told Whether it’s a painting
To kickoff Pride Month 2017, I wrote a poem about girls loving girls. No matter what label someone chooses, it all relates to one thing: a girl falling in love with a girl. Girls are magical, something from another universe. Out of this world. The way they kiss and touch. The way they endure
20 minutes into our Calculus test and the kid behind me taps me on the shoulder. I know better than to think he’s flirting, he just wants help. “What’s the answer to number seven?” I want to tell him to figure it out himself. I want to explain to him that if he had paid
There has been this emergence, or a re-emergence to some, of far-right nationalism on a global scale. Ideas that a decade ago would’ve been thought unfathomable, suddenly gaining a new degree of validity in political circles. Globalization, world peace and liberal democracy, all facing a bizarre rejection at an alarming rate. It is as if
I originally wrote this poem for the MayFalls Poetry Challenge: Love and Lilies. After I finished, I quickly fell in love with it, and it’s easily become one of the best and favorites poems that I’ve ever written. Poetry, I believe, is meant to be interpreted differently for each person. Individual characters and individual stories