The heart of a canopy lives inside of an imagination that a mind couldn’t find. We’ve got it all figured out, when we’re dressed in a suit and tie and nearly 6 ft deep.

Jahnae Nelson Jan 26, 2025

A distant lover. Is she having an unfailing desire to a lover's lasting promises? Maybe the shattered frame will fall and the picture will break apart no matter how full it seems..

Jahnae Nelson Oct 09, 2023

If you cover your face with both hands long enough, then you might as well keep them there. These hands aren't no use touching another soul, another single living body. With these hands that I place below my feet, I too, don't want to breathe. There's light in the shadows, but shadow, don't you get to tracing me.

Jahnae Nelson Dec 01, 2025

A dark poem about the internal wax poetic of an addict alone in their apartment. Trigger warning: alcoholism

Emma Beckley Feb 06, 2025

A poem I wrote about how out of place one might feel during certain times of a sobriety journey. Que sera, sera

Emma Beckley May 19, 2025

This is a stream of consciousness text about watching an emergency happen through your apartment window

Emma Beckley Feb 09, 2025

This is maybe a screenplay. Short story. Who knows. It will find its way. Or die in obscurity. Either way. Comments

L, Back from outer space to push the blade in my back deeper still? I was just starting to think about a life without you. I even thought maybe starving myself of affection had become habitual. Maybe it was time to end. And you show up not like I asked. Not for me. You came back to prove that god is absent.

If you struggle it will only make it worse I don’t want to hurt you but I will if you insist. ………..

As a black man I was taught how Africans were brought to America by boats and ships and at first it started off as a job then it turned into something much worse. Even though we’re free now, we still feel the harsh waves and frightening thunder.

Elijah Johnson Apr 01, 2025

My name is Elijah Johnson I am a young man from Mound Bayou, MS I grew up in a town enriched with black excellence in our history.

Elijah Johnson Mar 26, 2025

{Sometimes, when you live, a part of you still dies. Sometimes, when you die, a part of you still lives.} a memoir about my attempt on my life and the consequences I had to face from it.

Al Davis Aug 05, 2025

{How happy I was / Until I found out that now / I had two right gloves} a poem about the concept of perfectionism.

Al Davis Dec 17, 2025

{But sometimes I wonder / Is it really true / Am I really afraid of you / Or I am I afraid of your memory} a poem about processing trauma.

Al Davis Dec 16, 2025

Prompt: 3 Things People May Pass Judgement On. 3 Things That Actually Describe You. I decided to write about my experiences with anxiety, and how I often fear I do not fit into a conventional mold, especially in school. I also wrote about my experiences having 2 moms, as people are frequently homophobic towards me for the way I was raised. This was for an assignment in my Writer's Workshop elective, so a specific structure is evident. Let me know what you think!

My Raw Beauty Jan 23, 2025

Sonnet with rhyming scheme. 14-line poem with a strict rhyme scheme and meter, traditionally expressing a single idea and often concluding with a shift in thought. The two main types are the Shakespearean (or English) sonnet, with three quatrains and a final couplet (rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG)

My Raw Beauty Nov 25, 2025

Think of a story you know well or a story that has been told to you by another person. Why did you like that story or not like it? What made it memorable? See if you can make the story more interesting, unique, or powerful by retelling it through character dialogue.

My Raw Beauty Nov 25, 2025

and life stays in a constant cycle that no one appreciates, dreaded the person goes, and the next to have them doesnt appreciate their “world” toasters pop bread, and people leave but i hope i dont ever lose you because i wouldnt want my electricity as a toaster, and my heartbeat as a human

they never give away the water to the people whos water is scarce whilst others drown im thirsty...

i want a mirror but the mirror breaks not physically but the unbearable pain breaks it the monster in the end, will not abandon me i live with it, as i destroy every mirror

Sometimes it's hard to remember that you are not your disorders, but when the bad times shuffle off, turning it into writing can help you deal with them better.

The nostalgia of childhood, it's a very bittersweet thing for some. I'm part of that some, so I wrote a poem about it.

Generational curses can be destructive and difficult to live with. Sometimes I wonder if I'm strong enough to ignore it.

This is a declaration of self-belief, resilience, and an unwavering commitment to a divinely guided path. It's about recognizing one's inner power, rejecting negativity, and rising to fulfill one's true potential.

Netasha Bartell Jul 31, 2025

A mother's finest work of art will always be her children. This explains exactly that from my point of view.

Netasha Bartell Jul 19, 2025

Raw and emotional portrayal of being trapped by overwhelming grief and frustration. Wanting to communicate but knowing it would all go misunderstood.

Netasha Bartell Aug 10, 2025

Simple poem that came to mind

Arclight Scribe Oct 05, 2024

An old poem from years ago that speaks about the costs of living for material things and placing money and possessions above connections with other peoples.

Arclight Scribe Oct 05, 2024

A poem that came to mind as I sat out watching the leaves fall and dance with the wind one day.

Arclight Scribe Oct 05, 2024