Poetry
In the Bible / a group of men conspired against a man named Daniel / jealous of all his holy Daniel was cast into the lion’s den / and while no one put you there / you must remember why you there in the first place / that is / the day you called your mother
“I first thought poetry was like the Disney Aristocats movie, the spotlight and the jazz. I literally thought poetry was this bullshit thing where you did whatever you want. That was fun but not my thing,” begins Andrew Warner, a slam poet who works with Vancouver Poetry and Button Poetry. However, the performing arts have always
Ever since the viral poetry success Rupi Kaur released her first book in 2015, a new wave of poetry has made itself known to the world. “Insta-Poetry” consists of a few short stanzas, broken sentences and odd literary devices. The poems paint small fragmented moments in a poet’s life rather than telling a full story. Due
Affinity’s March Poetry Collection E very month we will showcase the best poems from the previous month curated by our talented writers! We will also showcase awesome art! I Don’t Know What I Need.. By Ilhan Adan As I walk home, I hear the pitter-patter of every droplet of rain that hits the asphalt of
As I work through my own insecurities, there is still a part of me that doesn’t believe in my capabilities. I spend a lot of my time dreaming of the person I would like to become one day but I cannot fully be sure if I can make it possible. This poem shows the transition
I wrote this poem because when I was a child I was very curious, but could never quite find the answers to all of my questions. As I grew older, I realized that some things can never really be answered in a clear, definitive way. I wanted to see the world as something that could
This poem is based off the aftermath of when I got invited to a house party and my thoughts on it. Round and around like a merry go round My head keeps spinning and going up and down My head is turning inside out These fumes are making me go inane This music just sounds
Mum, if you’re reading this thank you for everything, even though we disagree now and then! I wrote this poem purely because as we get older, we realize that nobody can hold on to things, relationships and people the same way they did when they were younger. Independence for me hasn’t been sudden, rather I’ve grown to rely
it’s another list of names, one that’s always too long. chaotic, uncensored noise met with careless silence from officials children who must now become adults, teenagers who must now become leaders. children with nightmares, teenagers with flashbacks. someone else has done the growing up for them. they — and we — will
It is inevitable to not make mistakes in this life. Everyone holds something that they regret but consistently follows them at some point. There is no use in pretending to be perfect, because the skeletons that follow us are a constant reminder of how we do some kind of wrong, even if we do not
This is a poem about the everyday feelings of people in the world. We all love someone, and we all hate someone — it is part of life. No one loves hate, But hate loves someone And anyone. What hate does can never be undone. Anyone lives in an okay world, But someone lives in
Content Warning: Abuse, Alcoholism This is a poem about a father who is an alcoholic and abuses his daughter. Naturally, she is conflicted about what to do and has to first discern her feelings. It is hard to love an alcoholic; but it is even harder to not love your father. I was afraid of
