Hibernation | Ananya S. Guha
My carefully crafted words
hallucinate
in slow degrees
of protest
and hibernation.
poems about writing
Throwing Tantrums | Ananya S. Guha
Lines drawn in progression
are not poetry or prose
poetry exists in mind only
not in lines or figures. Words encapsulated in speech.
Diabolic utterances, they throw tantrums in the winds.
Step and Rise | Blanca Alicia Garza
Although I cannot see
the rest of the way,
I keep going, always forward,
stepping strongly, raising dust.
Leaving my mark along the path
Always with my head up
never looking down
Getting up if I fall.
Sowing kindness and love
for if someday I have
to take a step back
I’ll never give up
Holding my dream tight,
It won’t matter if I
make my hands bleed
My writing is my voice
and it will remain
when I’m gone.
This Poem | Angelica Fuse
I’m going to send
this poem
to everyone I know
just to see who
will give it love
and let it take root
just to see
where my words
can sprout
how green
they can be
how well watered
in this world.
I Write Daily for You | Mónika Tóth
dedicated to my nice Romanian friend Vasile
I have to tell you…
you are my poetry;
the song of my soul…
I write daily for you
you are my blessed inspiration
Thin Air | J. Ash Gamble
I fling some verses
our into the thin air,
sometimes they vanish,
sometimes they land.
I Wrote a Poem Called Wesley | Natalie Bentley
I wrote
a poem called
Wesley
who had freckles
chirped like a bird
never stopped chirping
wanted to grow
up and drive a truck
or do a job
with a name tag.
Poem | Ananya S. Guha
My wanderlust is this small
town, living with its syndromes, I grow up daily
writing a poem.
Critiques | JD DeHart
A thousand small spiders
creeping across the page.
Laden with errors, one voice
says, while another uses the word
Wit and still another says
Nowhere near ready. Send more,
Send less, Quit sending.
A thousand shards of glass,
a thousand bitter barbs and a few
roses,
and that’s the work ahead.