by 56 members and 1535 followers This collection will be a place where group members may share their poetry. I would love to see pieces that were inspired by the ideas of other group members, but all poetry is welcome in this collection. I can't wait to see what all of our New Friends & Fellow Writers have been working on lately!
I was a late bloomer To coffee, introduced via The slow progression From hot chocolate, Advancement to a latte with two; Latte with one, Then a flat white!
Each transition marked a significant life succession; Graduation from High School, The first time I kissed a girl, Waking up from the coma, My first house purchase —
(Not that I was aware of the deeper meaning at the time)
Coffee became my driving force; searching out new experiences, cafes around the country and overseas —
Each time I held a cup In my hand, I was holding myself — And my dreams, grand Some spoken, many not Even dared.
The thirst became a daily ritual, Transforming my inner reflective space As I too matured, Softened, shaped by life and grace.
I spent a long night contemplating which people to remove from my life, the ones who drag me down. It’s time for a transformation in 2026, a chance to relieve the pressure in my chest.
Like a Maidenform bra that left an imprint, What a relief it is to let them go. My poem captures both my spoken and silent reflections. You may hear my island accent as you go through it.
This past year has been good for me, despite the COVID-19 pandemic that struck in 2020. I had a breakdown yesterday, but today I feel somewhat clear-headed. I can truly recognize certain people for who they are: bullies.
I’m refreshing my social circle for my new friends. I haven't shed many tears this year, as I’ve cut back on gambling and focused more on saving, which is positive. Unfortunately, my *** life has plummeted like the temperature in New York to freezing.
My poetry stays authentic and unrefined, yet my smile has grown friendlier towards strangers. I believe I’m starting to appreciate humanity again.
I still have a long journey ahead to rebuild something called trust. I spent another long night reflecting on my strengths and weaknesses. Growing up, I cherished the biblical tales that resonated with me. In many instances, the weaker characters are often taken advantage of by the stronger ones; being vulnerable can lead to exploitation, diminishing our self-worth and power. For what? A fleeting moment of intimacy?
Did you notice my tears in my writing? No? It's not about what you glance at, but rather what you perceive—Thoreau.(quote)
While you gaze up at the ceiling, mulling over your thoughts, the three parts of your brain are functioning together. Nevertheless, weaknesses can cause them to drift apart, making me feel as if I have lost touch with myself.
Today is for me to hear my voice. Farewell, my lover; greetings, new friends. Hello, new friends.
Gratitude I offer, To the many brave poets who have lived, Loved and let ink hover, Over and over Syllables and turns of phrases Allowing us to let our minds mingle in corners of word mazes, Inspiring our hearts To share — And move the future forward and fairer.
In the profound darkness of a frigid night, I can hear his labored breathing. He appeared to be worn out yesterday. Today, I find myself fatigued by the wounds of love, exhausted by my inability to trust in this concept we call love completely. Love is meant to be gentle; love is meant to be forgiving. While he longs to cuddle, I simply desire to rest. Inspiration for a poem strikes me unexpectedly, often during the most mundane moments.
I cherish his smile; I enjoy the sensation of his rough, unshaven stubble against my skin. As I write, I continually reinvent myself—Joy Harjo. Yet, with each word, I also remember the struggles and painful moments I’ve encountered. I think back to betrayal—Annie Lander. It wasn't merely infidelity; it was the haunting vision of my partner engaging intimately with others, eliciting their cries.
My restless thoughts persist in posing questions that elude answers. Still, I have sought divine protection for my well-being. May my fears transform into verses that help me grasp why the most agonizing experience on this earth is to love a man.
“Sometimes, giving all of your love isn't much to save a good soul; it demands soul for a soul as fair payment.” — Gurusharan Singh
Our daily prayers, Are in fact ‘dares’ That we would dare to approach God With our earthly needs; For more: More money, To buy More clothes, shoes, bags, Technologies, TVs, devices, gadgets Properties that we can conquer too; People.