the beautiful sun lights our way through the world, it's time we give it some proper credit. In this poem we try to showcase the beauty and the fierceness of the sun

Most of us look past the moon for we hardly see her since we busy ourselves during the night and overlook her beauty, so for those that take a glance at the moon, this poem is for you.

A year to the oath is a year forgotten. Where we stand is only between your left brain and your most used hand. If there ever was a time to run for the hills, simply stop and open the door.

I never stopped to notice my color, until a thin crease in the opposite sex’s eye started to pierce at me.

This is the first poem I've ever written. It’s about memory, mortality, and the quiet ways we carry each other, even without knowing it. I hope it finds you gently.

In a world where simply existing as trans can feel like an act of defiance, this poem captures the quiet fear, daily courage, and constant tension that come with living authentically. It’s not just a reflection—it’s a reminder of the stakes. Read it to understand what it means to be visible in a world that often looks away.

I once thought that humans could never fall in love after 3 days, that it was even impossible. Until I met you and had to spend the next 7days together.

This is a poem about my wanting to live a more tragic life with the intention that I may better understand peoples' struggles and give them a way to more easily express their feelings to others.

Just a little poem about dreams. Many often want to share their dreams, but the fear of sharing hinders them. When they get rejected, they "kill" those around them but convince themselves it's the world's fault.

In tough times my father would always tell me a saying his mom used to tell him, being “this too shall pass.” After a heart shattering break up, the theme of something such as a thunderstorm passing becomes prevelant. With this I chose to create a thorough and symbolic piece to share to the world. In the times of healing, its important that the lord walks with you even in valley of death.

He picks up what I put down. He talks for me, while I complete his every sentence. It isn’t fear that stops a woman from loving more. But. I can say, it is knowing that she must uncomfortably sacrifice day in and day out.

I know im the bad guy. Trust me the voices in my head have played those words on a never ending loop. Its basically elevator music at this point. My heart wants to break as the guilt and self hate settles itself in my joints. My bones threatening to snap themselves just to feel something. The rolled up herb in my hand burns as it stings my throat and the smoke coats my tongue. Everything starts to float away in every exhale i take. I know Im the bad guy. The tears of others are building up in my memories teasing my own to start running. The words that fell out of my mouth and onto your plate were so sharp that it shatters. I know im the bad guy. And as youre struggling to pick up the pieces i look at you. No emotions are allowed to peek through my mask. The same mask that i had designed when i was a little girl.

A Biblical poem for those who feel they are too lost to be saved. A reminder that we are never to late to receive gods love & mercy.

Go online and look at art. Find a piece of art that speaks to you in some way. For your poem: think about HOW you want to connect with the art.

I came here chasing quiet. Not escape— just a kind of stillness I couldn’t find in crowded rooms or glowing screens. And the fjord was waiting. It didn’t announce itself. It just was. Stretching wide beneath a sky soft as brushed steel, holding silence like an old friend it’s never had to impress.

This poem is written about changing yourself completely after a relationship. Leaving the version they remember of you. Being the best person you can be. Changing everything you can about yourself to leave the person unable to recognize you. (Please be kind I am a 14 year old poet so this may not sound the best but I am trying my best to progress everyday.)

Just created this new space for me to share all my thoughts, ideas, art, writings, and my movie recs. Here’s one of my fav poems I’ve written:

i really don’t know what to write here but these are my thoughts on the feelings of rejection, and how selfish rejection can feel. enjoy

"the gardener" is a poem that I wrote back in 2022. It mentions a man who takes care of his flower garden, and uses rhyme and metaphor to convey the lives of the flowers. The poem shows the gardener's life cycle as it comes to a close. This poem was actually the first poem I ever wrote, back in my sophomore year of high school. It is almost entirely the same as it was when I wrote it, with only a few minor adjustments. I hope you enjoy :)

Feeling lost, then this is the poem for you hope this poem helps, and I hope you enjoy it also, this poem is a little sad but worth a read.