
Arson (Poetry)
WORDS:at the dark red dusk, the monsoon flooded raining kerosene and paraffin trickles of oil lashed like lightning leaving imprint …
WORDS:at the dark red dusk, the monsoon flooded raining kerosene and paraffin trickles of oil lashed like lightning leaving imprint …
WORDS: A stolen laughter, Becomes broken bitternessSeized from sincere souls. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you …
WORDS:Echoed voice dancing,On the tepid mouth of speech.Borders are now mute. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank …
WORDS: a shame is coming, lurking over the horizon. it hisses, coughs and laughs. wanting its presence known. brewing in …
Poem When we two partedIn silence and tears,Half broken-heartedTo sever for years,Pale grew thy cheek and cold,Colder thy kiss;Truly that …
WORDS: Examine the flailing weeks fold itself like paper;as it cuts the days, tucks in the minutes and creases the …
This blog post will provide you with a free Excel worksheet that allows you to organise your creative opportunities in …
A split in the soil. Drought across the Saharan. Silence the nomads. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you …
WORDS: vacuum darkens the mind. with the skin pleading against the light, there the sears of charcoal singe the barren …
****Trigger Warning: Contains themes of suicide**** We’ve been doing this for the past four years, ever since we read it …
i. my word is a heron trying to swallow its fish but the bare bones spike against the bitter bills. …
Callous feet walked through Fire. A searing flame steaming Souls. Flames of desire Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank …
WORDS: at 3.am the news wades on the white Calla- lily porcheach held breath praysprobing for the serenity of the …
A sombre season Where light fades and dark brightens There silver strands align. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank …
Investing in my skin used to be something I thought of as vain or shallow, not because of the benefits …
Waterfall (Haiku) A soft staccato Smoothly singing southwards Rapid droplets dance. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you for …
Theresa Lola’s effortless ability to weave family and faith and explore the nexus of the familiar and distant in the …
Carrying maps we movethrough battlegrounds and trails,roadways, displays andmuseums built of alabasteron swamps in cities marked withEuropean names Following blue …
For some people, smartphones are more like a distraction than a blessing. If you are running a business, you might …
if i could change a thoughtand have clarity transparent like a brook i would think for me. if i could …
Seaside (Haiku) When the weeping waves Hides its tears in bitter sands Pebbles mediate. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel …
a silhouette shawled in titanium with footsteps soft as silk. a graceless poise pierces the back promising a land of …
Your boat is moored on the black canal and the woman is playing the cello for you, long low notes …
Sunrise (Haiku) The silent sunrise Sits softly on the lake’s ripples, Without permission. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank …
When the sight glazed across the journey, the lips let out a prayer so swift like the years of the …
The mind, body and soul are key areas of focus when it comes to self care. This is because they …
Eye Level is a short poetry collection written by Jenny Xie published this year. When reading any poetry collection, I …
building hands bristled and bruised turns heaviness into light and the ugly tears streaming from the broken but beautiful hearts …
Rain (Haiku) When the clouds are crying, Land absorbs with apathy. Whilst the sea dances. Please like, comment and subscribe …
When emotions are excessive and the mind cannot cope. Close the eyes and imagine each strand. Dangling like chandelier pieces. …
Autumn (Haiku) Autumn sings golden, eulogy probing summer , |on its stolen leaves. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube …
The shards of bottles and debris on the road sinks into the bare feet. The crimson liquid trickles upward. The …
Grass (Haiku) Blades of emerald, Sway to the wind’s lullaby. A sad futile tune. Please like, comment and subscribe to …
When the voice was stolen and she could sing no more, the frown formed and the lines found solace on …
Daisy Chains (Haiku) A honey centred, Milky petaled woven crown Youthful hands designs. Thank you for watching and listening. I …
Before deciding to walk in her shoes let her show you her feet. The callous blisters tarnished by the stones …
To the sceptic, origami is folding paper. To the rational, origami is full of instructions. To the idealist, origami is …
As the television transmits the news unable to peel the callous layers of her mind. She owns a seared conscience …
Lavender (Haiku) A soft scent soothes us. Through healing in its aura, A therapy tale. You can also …
A rainbow formed after the raindrops and the sunlight kissed the vapour. Melting the chaos and illuminating the future. A …
Cherry Blossom (Haiku) A bold infusion, bleeds fuchsia deeply. A petal falls eastward. Please like, comment and subscribe to …
I am collecting all the thank you I have ever received. I’m gathering them up to burn it and have …
When memories become distant, the mind strives to hold onto whatever remains. Yet, I was determined not to forget. Especially …
Don’t Call Us Dead is a poetry collection which I found quite heavy to read due to the depth and …
Bitter Waters (Translated by Shash Trevett) See these lines on my upturned palm. They are the rivers of tears that …
Writing haikus has been a simple yet complex process because I am aware that the English form of haikus is …
The silver swan, who living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat, Leaning her breast against the …
What do you say to me? When you’re done selling broken dreams? Whilst tears fall down my cheeks like bitter …
The footpath leading to the lake where she walked barefoot with the red soil discolouring her bronze skin. As the …
Solitary is bitter to starving souls searching for freedom but freedom is what I have always dreamt of. A world …
Imagine a garden An elusive garden. You walk past the willow tree It reflects your silenced state. Yet you do …
A seed seeking sunlight swells and sweats. Through its seed coat. Shooting taproot in the soil. Submerged it pokes its …
The Children’s Society has launched a campaign known as Seriously Awkward.This competition seeks short stories inspired by the awkward stage …
A Guest May Come by Vojka Djikic (Translated by Chris Agee) Hold on tight to me And we’ll find the …
A droplet of despair Dripping from once-dried tear ducts. Flowing frequently A flimsy attempt to hold them Piece it together …
This collection titled ‘You Took The Last Bus Home’ by Brian Bilston is a funny collection of poems. Although this …
Peace stood still like a tree Asking the wind to call all nations both bond and free. A valley of …
Sunset and sunrise can be as beautiful as hellos and goodbyes. At each instance, it doesn’t matter if your heart …
Between Clay and Star is the first major poetry translation book I have read and much to my surprise, it …
Speech tangled in tone. A vivid sociolect. Culture chants deeply.
A soft scent soothes us, Through healing in its aura. A therapy tale.
Last week, I attended the Tŷ Newydd Emerging Writers Programme. This took place from the 4-9th June 2018. This experience …
When the moonlight reflects a mirage Wait for the sun to say it’s an illusion. Don’t rely on the mind …
A song of poison spewed on the silent lips. She gathered it and let it salsa on her tongue. Then …
I expected the earth to shift And oceans to be set adrift. At the spark of our lips Under this …
The White Book is a short collection of prose which exudes the writers meditation on the topic matter of …
I‘ve always loved quotes and find inspiration and wisdom in them. So this afternoon, I have decided to sit down …
Like a peacock spreading its feathers, I span out my feelings. Like hands holding each other, I long for this …
It can be very difficult going through your twenties because you are becoming a young adult. It involves figuring out …
In my teenage years, I have certainly underestimated the importance of alone time as I thought it was cooler to …
Look at my glass house but don’t throw stones For sticks and stones may break my home. This fragile abode …
One foot down, then hop! It’s hot. Good things for the ones that’s got. Another jump, now to the left. …
I am abstract. So you’d need to extract, What I mean with songs, paintings, words and emotions. My mind works …
I will not be able to calm the storm Nor promise you that I’d walk on water. Yet if you …
Helium is a short poetry collection written by Rudy Francisco. It explores various facets of life such as love, mental …
At a cross way with a cold chorus, Promise was left to be pious. On the right hand of promise …
The lunar light shone bright on her under that icy winter moonlight. She felt the light. She felt it. It …
Kingdom of Gravity is a poetry collection written by Nick Makoha. This collection explores a range of topics such as …
The world has felt your wrath before. We felt your violent shake and your ravenous storm. We give new names …
The reflected lamplight shone on. It shone directly on me. It provided a simple illumination in this dark hour. In …
Beatitude By Nick Makoha (2017) When a rebel leader promises you the world seen in commercials, he will hold a …
I say it with her. I say it for her. Then I let her say it with and for herself. …
Iknew society was absorbed with beauty and I learnt that from a young age. On this youthful summer day, I …
Animal Farm is a political fable which highlights the downfalls of some political and economic systems. Specifically in the book, …
my mother moved out of her body decided it was no longer worthy it couldn’t contain her laughter she couldn’t …
An unjustifiable criteria Determined by a crooked line Spewed out to split the equator into two. I’ve heard the names …
Like the yesterday of creation morning she had imagined this new world to be bereft of fecundity No she wasn’t …
Take me to the river To wade by the water in the winter moonlight. In the depths of the river …
The Sun And Her Flowers is a poetry collection written by Rupi Kaur. This collection deals with a range of …
What The Dead Know By Donte Collins (2017) lately, when asked how are you, i respond with a name no longer …
I looked into her eyes and smiled. But what could smiling prove. When I could see me in her eyes. …
What Were They Like By Denise Levertov 1. Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? 2. Did …
My mind is awake My mouth is numb. My soul a lake, I’m deaf and dumb. My mind is awake. …
You will hear thunder and remember me, And think she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the …
Lost. In the deep sea of my own desire. In the fortitude of peace my soul longs to retire. Hope …
Dreams soar high on the mountain top. Holding onto hope so it never drops. Liberty flowing in harmony with the …
Heavy with child belly an arc of black moon I squat over dry plantain leaves and command the earth to …
A dream is a living legacy which cannot be killed by death. Transcends emancipation. It transcends liberty. In fact, it …
I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way, But left me none the wiser For all she …
Stage one is characterised by fear. The entity that floats to a mind. Inviting itself in and out like a …
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand …
Why live in denial? When you could be free. Why live in denial? When you could just let situations be. …
Denial is saying yes when you mean no. Whilst the choice rests with you. The choice lies peacefully as you …
We sit on benches As the words in my throat clenches Some on the field. Where daisies and dandelions …
Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made. Ask me whether what I have done …
I know even though I don’t live on the estate. Devolution is the politician’s word for recreate… Rebrand and make …
This blog post will analyse the poem ‘On My First Sonne’ by Ben Jonson which is written below: On My …
Defying the estate stereotype, Jack decided to be the perfect prototype. He went to university. Just to face employment adversity. …
Preparing for success is one of the best things you can do for yourself . Why? Because if you prepare …
In this blog post, an analysis of the poem ‘My Father Is A Retired Magician’ will be made. The poem commence with …
Our people are broken; But what would happen if the community had spoken? If it had said we are here …
I remember putting so much effort into childhood and youth. For I perceived it as the core of my root. …
I rested calmly by the sea shore. Content with where I am I dare not ask for more. Until the day I was picked up from the beach floor. To skid upon the water like one, two, three and four. So I discovered life anew.
The Elements By Hannah Williams© What is beneath the soil? Is it gold? Is it minerals? Is it oil? …
Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus. So who lives on earth? Men are from Mars. Women are from …
A grain in the Sahara is me. Take a handful to see. That I am distinct. But me and the …
A city where dreams can be snatched. Even when your ambition is matched. Your dreams mean nothing in the city. …
I walk by Aylestone meadow. Where birds sing and the tree’s follow. The woodland’s air I breathe The canal bed …
At this hour I learnt to weep silently. Sitting in the silence. Speaking with my darkness. My remedy for a …
I wore moodiness as a dress. With a matching headband called stress, My handbag conceals my emotions which are a …
I know there is love within me. I know its there but others cannot see. For this love is …
The next project in my art and craft series is the matching tablet cover and phone cover. To create your …
I’m a lonely ocean. Kissing the shore. Moving with its motions. Longing for more. I’m a lonely ocean. Looking for …
My Guilt By Dr. Maya Angelou My guilt is “slavery’s chains,” too long the clang of iron falls down the …
The emptiness absorbed and trickled down my window pane. The floor accommodates her in times of loneliness and despair. To …
Today I decided to embark on a creative process by creating an over-the-book bookmark. To create your own, you will …