Why I Write Haikus?
Writing haikus has been a simple yet complex process because I am aware that the English form of haikus is …
Creativity
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 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 …
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 ‘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 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 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 One- A Trail Of Someone By Hannah Williams
The emptiness absorbed and trickled down my window pane. The floor accommodates her in times of loneliness and despair. To …
