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Rising tensions around the globe, in conjunction with worryingly lax treatment of nuclear warfare by the U.S. President, has led to a re-excitement of Cold War-era fear and anticipation. This has been a major source of anxiety for many people, myself included. Thus, the poem explores these apocalyptic ideas as a way to elaborate on this
Photo Credit: vivaciouspeople on Tumblr Heartbreak can be rough, even if that heartbreak is solely based on a crush that you thought you had a chance with. Finding out that the cliche romance novel scenario you made up couldn’t really turn out as you planned it to can be a bummer to say the least.
This poem was inspired by the many black boys we lost between 2012 and 2016 to police brutality. This is for them. You don’t know this but when you leave the house and don’t pick up the phone I panic. Baby your black skin can get you into a lot of trouble. When you said
This poem is the first in a series based off of the colors of the original pride flag. Each color of the flag represents something. The intended purpose of this series is to showcase what the original pride flag was and what each color stood for. When life goes in the direction Of showing one
I wrote this poem simply to get my emotions out over my past relationship. I needed an outlet to deal with my thoughts and the pain. With the person I was with, nothing felt real. It was all empty. It was wasted love. I was born in the last days of August. Hence, I’m a
When it comes to social interaction, you learn a lot of lessons the hard way but you get to a point where whatever you learn outweighs whatever it was that got you there. And this is just that. I read through this now and I feel the growth. And I’m grateful for that every day. you
I really like the way you speak. Your lips have a way of moving over words ritualistically and that excites me. I listen to your music when I miss you. Bumping Summer Bunk under a Strawberry Moon, Soundcloud held the soundtrack to our summer love, summer lust, summer story, whatever you want to call it.
TRIGGER WARNING: This article refers to domestic abuse and suicide. This may be triggering to survivors. Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath’s relationship fascinates many. Even now, many delve into the personal lives of the pair to untangle their poetry. Plath and Hughes’s relationship have been of interest to the literary enthusiasts for several years as
I wrote this when I was 16 and needed an escape, so I decided to write a self portrait of myself by describing my body features while also describing how I felt mentally at the time. Your body’s features have a life of their own and they describe you who are in every way. ————————————————————
The sun is warm against my skin, I watch from my window as the roses blossom. Water I feed my friends that grow from soil, Lushly green and beautiful. Air fresh and warm, Carrying the soft scents of spring. Right is the time when I serve my tea, Sweetened with honey and a bit of
This poem was written to address the topic of Van Gogh eating yellow paint. The intentions of this poem are to touch on the fact that it is believed he ate yellow paint because yellow is a “happy” color and it would put the happiness inside him, but to showcase his real reason was because
My relationship with my alleged mother tongue Arabic has been everything from challenging and isolating to welcoming and loving, especially having English feel like home to me when in fact, sometimes it feels like it’s not mine to claim. So, after listening to Melissa’s poem, I wrote this in a frenzy at 3 am. If
