Ask (Poetry)
WORDS: she asks herself and asks again. as her voice breaks like floral porcelains, she picks up the pieces. it
Author: Hannah Williams
Hello, I’m Hannah.
A young woman bright-eyed and bushy tailed for everything involving writing, reading and blogging.
As a budding blogger, aspiring author and personal development enthusiast, I hope to transform the digital community with passion, purpose and the power of words.
With this optimism, I aim to master the art of writing with my care-free approach to creativity.
How To Plan 2020 Goals
Hello all, This short video highlights how to prepare and plan for your 2020 goals. I have also designed a
Haiku Poetry: On Dreams and Memories
WORDS:A lucid mirageFaint elusive memoriesReason redundant. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you for watching!
Haiku Poetry: A Wasted Potential
WORDS:A book never used,Left untouched gathering dust.Potential wasted. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you for watching!
2020 Vision and Goal Planner
Hello all, As 2020 is now approaching, we begin to think more about our goals and our accomplishment. For those
Haiku Poetry: Poverty
WORDS:A hand that neverlabour. Yet clings to prayer,asks for starvation. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you
Arson (Poetry)
WORDS:at the dark red dusk, the monsoon flooded raining kerosene and paraffin trickles of oil lashed like lightning leaving imprint
Haiku Poetry: Stolen Laughter
WORDS: A stolen laughter, Becomes broken bitternessSeized from sincere souls. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you
Haiku Poetry: Language
WORDS:Echoed voice dancing,On the tepid mouth of speech.Borders are now mute. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank
Shame (Poetry)
WORDS: a shame is coming, lurking over the horizon. it hisses, coughs and laughs. wanting its presence known. brewing in
Poetry Analysis: When We Two Parted by Lord Bryon (1788–1824)
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
Lesson From A Paper Crane (Poetry)
WORDS: Examine the flailing weeks fold itself like paper;as it cuts the days, tucks in the minutes and creases the
A Simple Tool To Track Creative Writing Opportunities
This blog post will provide you with a free Excel worksheet that allows you to organise your creative opportunities in
Haiku Poetry: Soil
A split in the soil. Drought across the Saharan. Silence the nomads. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you
Injustice (Poetry)
WORDS: vacuum darkens the mind. with the skin pleading against the light, there the sears of charcoal singe the barren
Prose/Short Story: Goodbye Magazine By Hannah Williams
****Trigger Warning: Contains themes of suicide**** We’ve been doing this for the past four years, ever since we read it
The Heron Across The Black Lake (Poetry)
i. my word is a heron trying to swallow its fish but the bare bones spike against the bitter bills.
Haiku Poetry: Flames
Callous feet walked through Fire. A searing flame steaming Souls. Flames of desire Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank
3 AM (Poetry)
WORDS: at 3.am the news wades on the white Calla- lily porcheach held breath praysprobing for the serenity of the
Haiku Poetry: Silver Lining
A sombre season Where light fades and dark brightens There silver strands align. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank
How to Start a Skincare Routine: ft Procoal London | AD
Investing in my skin used to be something I thought of as vain or shallow, not because of the benefits
Haiku Poetry: Waterfall
Waterfall (Haiku) A soft staccato Smoothly singing southwards Rapid droplets dance. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank you for
Book Review: In Search of Equilibrium by Theresa Lola
Theresa Lola’s effortless ability to weave family and faith and explore the nexus of the familiar and distant in the
An Analysis of Maps by Doug Hoekstra
Carrying maps we movethrough battlegrounds and trails,roadways, displays andmuseums built of alabasteron swamps in cities marked withEuropean names Following blue
How to Use Your Phone to Save Time and Make the Most Out of Your Productivity
For some people, smartphones are more like a distraction than a blessing. If you are running a business, you might
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty Five: For Me by Hannah Williams
if i could change a thoughtand have clarity transparent like a brook i would think for me. if i could
Haiku Poetry: Seaside
Seaside (Haiku) When the weeping waves Hides its tears in bitter sands Pebbles mediate. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty Four: A Land of Honey and Milk by Hannah Williams
a silhouette shawled in titanium with footsteps soft as silk. a graceless poise pierces the back promising a land of
An Analysis of ‘On the Black Canal’ by Helen Tookey
Your boat is moored on the black canal and the woman is playing the cello for you, long low notes
Haiku Poetry: Sunrise
Sunrise (Haiku) The silent sunrise Sits softly on the lake’s ripples, Without permission. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube Channel Thank
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty Three-Journey By Hannah Williams
When the sight glazed across the journey, the lips let out a prayer so swift like the years of the
Mind, Body and Soul: A Brief Guide to Self Care
The mind, body and soul are key areas of focus when it comes to self care. This is because they
Book Review: Eye Level by Jenny Xie
Eye Level is a short poetry collection written by Jenny Xie published this year. When reading any poetry collection, I
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty Two-Lament By Hannah Williams
building hands bristled and bruised turns heaviness into light and the ugly tears streaming from the broken but beautiful hearts
Haiku Poetry: Rain
Rain (Haiku) When the clouds are crying, Land absorbs with apathy. Whilst the sea dances. Please like, comment and subscribe
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty One-Chandelier By Hannah Williams
When emotions are excessive and the mind cannot cope. Close the eyes and imagine each strand. Dangling like chandelier pieces.
Haiku Poetry: Autumn
Autumn (Haiku) Autumn sings golden, eulogy probing summer , |on its stolen leaves. Please like, comment and subscribe to my YouTube
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty- Daughter Of A Yellow Sun By Hannah Williams
The shards of bottles and debris on the road sinks into the bare feet. The crimson liquid trickles upward. The
Haiku Poetry: Grass
Grass (Haiku) Blades of emerald, Sway to the wind’s lullaby. A sad futile tune. Please like, comment and subscribe to
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Nine- Frown Lines
When the voice was stolen and she could sing no more, the frown formed and the lines found solace on
Haiku Poetry: Daisy Chains
Daisy Chains (Haiku) A honey centred, Milky petaled woven crown Youthful hands designs. Thank you for watching and listening. I
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Eight- Why Did You Follow Me?
Before deciding to walk in her shoes let her show you her feet. The callous blisters tarnished by the stones
What Origami Taught Me
To the sceptic, origami is folding paper. To the rational, origami is full of instructions. To the idealist, origami is
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Seven: Echoes By Hannah Williams
As the television transmits the news unable to peel the callous layers of her mind. She owns a seared conscience
Haiku Poetry: Lavender
Lavender (Haiku) A soft scent soothes us. Through healing in its aura, A therapy tale. You can also
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Six: There Will Always Be A Rainbow By Hannah Williams
A rainbow formed after the raindrops and the sunlight kissed the vapour. Melting the chaos and illuminating the future. A
Haiku Poetry: Cherry Blossom
Cherry Blossom (Haiku) A bold infusion, bleeds fuchsia deeply. A petal falls eastward. Please like, comment and subscribe to
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Five: No Longer Collecting Thank You By Hannah Williams
I am collecting all the thank you I have ever received. I’m gathering them up to burn it and have
Prose/Short Story: Too Late By Hannah Williams (Microfiction)
When memories become distant, the mind strives to hold onto whatever remains. Yet, I was determined not to forget. Especially
Book Review: Don’t Call Us Dead By Danez Smith
Don’t Call Us Dead is a poetry collection which I found quite heavy to read due to the depth and
An Analysis of Bitter Waters Translated By Shash Trevett
Bitter Waters (Translated by Shash Trevett) See these lines on my upturned palm. They are the rivers of tears that
Why I Write Haikus?
Writing haikus has been a simple yet complex process because I am aware that the English form of haikus is
An Analysis of ‘The Silver Swan’ by Anon
The silver swan, who living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat, Leaning her breast against the
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Four: Of Who We Are By Hannah Williams
What do you say to me? When you’re done selling broken dreams? Whilst tears fall down my cheeks like bitter
Prose/Short Story: Red Soil (Micro Fiction)
The footpath leading to the lake where she walked barefoot with the red soil discolouring her bronze skin. As the
Prose/Short Story: The Telling Gaze Of A Caged Bird
Solitary is bitter to starving souls searching for freedom but freedom is what I have always dreamt of. A world
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Three: Imagine By Hannah Williams
Imagine a garden An elusive garden. You walk past the willow tree It reflects your silenced state. Yet you do
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Two- The Seed By Hannah Williams
A seed seeking sunlight swells and sweats. Through its seed coat. Shooting taproot in the soil. Submerged it pokes its
The Children’s Society Writing Competition- What Does It Mean To Be Awkward?- (Character Ideas And Writing Prompts)
The Children’s Society has launched a campaign known as Seriously Awkward.This competition seeks short stories inspired by the awkward stage
An Analysis Of ‘A Guest May Come’ By Vojka Djikic
A Guest May Come by Vojka Djikic (Translated by Chris Agee) Hold on tight to me And we’ll find the
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty One- Broken Tears By Hannah Williams
A droplet of despair Dripping from once-dried tear ducts. Flowing frequently A flimsy attempt to hold them Piece it together
Book Review: You Took The Last Bus Home by Brian Bilston
This collection titled ‘You Took The Last Bus Home’ by Brian Bilston is a funny collection of poems. Although this
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty- Peace Stood Still Like A Tree By Hannah Williams
Peace stood still like a tree Asking the wind to call all nations both bond and free. A valley of
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Nine- Dear You By Hannah Williams
Sunset and sunrise can be as beautiful as hellos and goodbyes. At each instance, it doesn’t matter if your heart
Book Review: Between Clay and Star (Various Writers and Translators)
Between Clay and Star is the first major poetry translation book I have read and much to my surprise, it
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Eight- Accent (Haiku) By Hannah Williams
Speech tangled in tone. A vivid sociolect. Culture chants deeply.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Seven- Lavender (Haiku) By Hannah Williams
A soft scent soothes us, Through healing in its aura. A therapy tale.
My Week At Tŷ Newydd (Writer’s Retreat In Wales)
Last week, I attended the Tŷ Newydd Emerging Writers Programme. This took place from the 4-9th June 2018. This experience
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Six- Illusions By Hannah Williams
When the moonlight reflects a mirage Wait for the sun to say it’s an illusion. Don’t rely on the mind
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Five- Not So Toxic By Hannah Williams
A song of poison spewed on the silent lips. She gathered it and let it salsa on her tongue. Then
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Four- The Kiss By Hannah Williams
I expected the earth to shift And oceans to be set adrift. At the spark of our lips Under this
Book Review: The White Book by Han Kang
The White Book is a short collection of prose which exudes the writers meditation on the topic matter of
5 Real and Honest Quotes Written By Me
I‘ve always loved quotes and find inspiration and wisdom in them. So this afternoon, I have decided to sit down
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Three- Acceptance Will Be My Duty By Hannah Williams
Like a peacock spreading its feathers, I span out my feelings. Like hands holding each other, I long for this
23 Things I Learnt In My Twenties
It can be very difficult going through your twenties because you are becoming a young adult. It involves figuring out
Five Activities You Can Incorporate In Your Alone Time
In my teenage years, I have certainly underestimated the importance of alone time as I thought it was cooler to
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Two- The Glass House By Hannah Williams
Look at my glass house but don’t throw stones For sticks and stones may break my home. This fragile abode
An Analysis of ‘Harlem Hopscotch’ by Dr Maya Angelou
One foot down, then hop! It’s hot. Good things for the ones that’s got. Another jump, now to the left.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty One- I Am Abstract By Hannah Williams
I am abstract. So you’d need to extract, What I mean with songs, paintings, words and emotions. My mind works
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty- Dear Daughter By Hannah Williams
I will not be able to calm the storm Nor promise you that I’d walk on water. Yet if you
Book Review: Helium By Rudy Francisco
Helium is a short poetry collection written by Rudy Francisco. It explores various facets of life such as love, mental
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Nine- Limbo In A Promise By Hannah Williams
At a cross way with a cold chorus, Promise was left to be pious. On the right hand of promise
Prose/Short Story: Why She Left You
The lunar light shone bright on her under that icy winter moonlight. She felt the light. She felt it. It
Book Review: Kingdom of Gravity by Nick Makoha
Kingdom of Gravity is a poetry collection written by Nick Makoha. This collection explores a range of topics such as
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Eight- The Financial Crisis By Hannah Williams
The world has felt your wrath before. We felt your violent shake and your ravenous storm. We give new names
Prose/Short Story: The Reflected Lamplight By Hannah Williams
The reflected lamplight shone on. It shone directly on me. It provided a simple illumination in this dark hour. In
An Analysis of ‘Beatitude’ By Nick Makoha
Beatitude By Nick Makoha (2017) When a rebel leader promises you the world seen in commercials, he will hold a
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Seven: Consent by Hannah Williams
I say it with her. I say it for her. Then I let her say it with and for herself.
Prose/Short Story: I Bought Death Instead of Beauty By Hannah Williams
Iknew society was absorbed with beauty and I learnt that from a young age. On this youthful summer day, I
Book Review: Animal Farm By George Orwell
Animal Farm is a political fable which highlights the downfalls of some political and economic systems. Specifically in the book,
An Analysis of ‘Death Ain’t Nothing But A Song’ By Donte Collins
my mother moved out of her body decided it was no longer worthy it couldn’t contain her laughter she couldn’t
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Six- Name Power By Hannah Williams
An unjustifiable criteria Determined by a crooked line Spewed out to split the equator into two. I’ve heard the names
An Analysis of ‘One Continent to Another’By Grace Nichols
Like the yesterday of creation morning she had imagined this new world to be bereft of fecundity No she wasn’t
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Five- Take Me By Hannah Williams
Take me to the river To wade by the water in the winter moonlight. In the depths of the river
Book Review: The Sun And Her Flowers By Rupi Kaur
The Sun And Her Flowers is a poetry collection written by Rupi Kaur. This collection deals with a range of
An Analysis Of ‘What The Dead Know By Heart’ By Donte Collins
What The Dead Know By Donte Collins (2017) lately, when asked how are you, i respond with a name no longer
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Four- The State Of Mind By Hannah Williams
I looked into her eyes and smiled. But what could smiling prove. When I could see me in her eyes.
An Analysis of ‘What Were They Like?’ By Denise Levertov
What Were They Like By Denise Levertov 1. Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? 2. Did
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Three- The Great Silence By Hannah Williams
My mind is awake My mouth is numb. My soul a lake, I’m deaf and dumb. My mind is awake.
An Analysis of ‘ You Will Hear Thunder And Remember Me’ By Anna Akhmatova
You will hear thunder and remember me, And think she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Two- The Stages of Negativity By Hannah Williams
Lost. In the deep sea of my own desire. In the fortitude of peace my soul longs to retire. Hope
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty One- The Dreamers Song By Hannah Williams
Dreams soar high on the mountain top. Holding onto hope so it never drops. Liberty flowing in harmony with the
An Analysis Of ‘In My Name’ By Grace Nichols
Heavy with child belly an arc of black moon I squat over dry plantain leaves and command the earth to
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty- What The Dream Taught Me By Hannah Williams
A dream is a living legacy which cannot be killed by death. Transcends emancipation. It transcends liberty. In fact, it
An Analysis of ‘Along The Road’ By Robert Browning Hamilton
I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way, But left me none the wiser For all she
Sunday Stanza: Poem Nineteen- Stages Of Denial By Hannah Williams
Stage one is characterised by fear. The entity that floats to a mind. Inviting itself in and out like a
An Analysis Of ‘Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep’ By Anon
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand
Sunday Stanza: Poem Eighteen- Why Live In Denial By Hannah Williams
Why live in denial? When you could be free. Why live in denial? When you could just let situations be.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Seventeen- Dreaming In Denial By Hannah Williams
Denial is saying yes when you mean no. Whilst the choice rests with you. The choice lies peacefully as you
Sunday Stanza: Poem Sixteen– Community Observations By Hannah Williams
We sit on benches As the words in my throat clenches Some on the field. Where daisies and dandelions
An Analysis of ‘Ask Me’ By William Stafford
Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made. Ask me whether what I have done
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifteen- I Know Even Though I Don’t Live On The Estate By Hannah Williams
I know even though I don’t live on the estate. Devolution is the politician’s word for recreate… Rebrand and make
An Analysis of ‘On My First Sonne’ By Ben Jonson
This blog post will analyse the poem ‘On My First Sonne’ by Ben Jonson which is written below: On My
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fourteen– No Job For Jack By Hannah Williams
Defying the estate stereotype, Jack decided to be the perfect prototype. He went to university. Just to face employment adversity.
How To Prepare For Success
Preparing for success is one of the best things you can do for yourself . Why? Because if you prepare
An Analysis of ‘My Father Is A Retired Magician’ By Dr. Ntozake Shange
In this blog post, an analysis of the poem ‘My Father Is A Retired Magician’ will be made. The poem commence with
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirteen – If The Community Had Spoken By Hannah Williams
Our people are broken; But what would happen if the community had spoken? If it had said we are here
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twelve- Important Nothings By Hannah Williams
I remember putting so much effort into childhood and youth. For I perceived it as the core of my root.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Eleven- Stones By Hannah Williams
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.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Ten- The Elements By Hannah Williams
The Elements By Hannah Williams© What is beneath the soil? Is it gold? Is it minerals? Is it oil?
Sunday Stanza: Poem Nine-Mars and Venus By Hannah Williams
Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus. So who lives on earth? Men are from Mars. Women are from
Sunday Stanza: Poem Eight-Small But Mighty By Hannah Williams
A grain in the Sahara is me. Take a handful to see. That I am distinct. But me and the
Sunday Stanza: Poem Seven- Empire State Of London (An Interlude To Society) By Hannah Williams
A city where dreams can be snatched. Even when your ambition is matched. Your dreams mean nothing in the city.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Six- The English Dream By Hannah Williams
I walk by Aylestone meadow. Where birds sing and the tree’s follow. The woodland’s air I breathe The canal bed
Sunday Stanza: Poem Five- Until We Killed Me By Hannah Williams
At this hour I learnt to weep silently. Sitting in the silence. Speaking with my darkness. My remedy for a
Sunday Stanza: Poem Four- Moodiness (I Wore It As A Dress) By Hannah Williams
I wore moodiness as a dress. With a matching headband called stress, My handbag conceals my emotions which are a
Sunday Stanza: Poem Three- Love (Within Me) By Hannah Williams
I know there is love within me. I know its there but others cannot see. For this love is
Project Two and Three: A Tablet Cover and Phone Cover
The next project in my art and craft series is the matching tablet cover and phone cover. To create your
Sunday Stanza: Poem Two- Lonely Ocean By Hannah Williams
I’m a lonely ocean. Kissing the shore. Moving with its motions. Longing for more. I’m a lonely ocean. Looking for
A Critique Of ‘My Guilt’ Poem By Dr. Maya Angelou
My Guilt By Dr. Maya Angelou My guilt is “slavery’s chains,” too long the clang of iron falls down the
Project One: Creating A Bookmark
Today I decided to embark on a creative process by creating an over-the-book bookmark. To create your own, you will
