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ElloraOct 7, 20202 minFrom Ear to Eye to Mouth From Ear to Eye to Mouth Ellora Sen Artwork by Luna Bongers If my ear were a gateway, I’d welcome you to step into my mind. To see all...
Iris SeltenrijchMay 3, 20201 minPoetry on Sunday: Lost TrainLost train I have lost track You have held me back I am a disrupted train alongside the railroad But don't worry, no passengers present,...
Isabel BruijstensApr 16, 20201 minIt's a strange timeIt’s a strange time A time in which, doors are shut and curtains are closed A time in which, screaming thoughts are silenced by but one...
Iris SeltenrijchApr 12, 20201 minPoetry on Sunday: HopeHope Today I spoke to the sun She understood me She ensured me to remind Remind myself that everything Everything will be okay After all...
Iris SeltenrijchMar 8, 20201 minPoetry on Sunday: Dirty MenDirty men There are dirty men around the world Ones that desire a secret thought They think They imagine They express They disturb They...
Ya BoyMar 5, 20201 minIn Commemoration of Black History MonthExcuse me, I might be second place, but a podium finish is worth the acknowledgement. Silver may not be its weight in gold but a bit of...
Iris SeltenrijchMar 1, 20201 minPoetry on Sunday: SometimesSometimes Sometimes I wonder Is this it? Sometimes I wonder This is it Sometimes I wonder Nothing at all Sometimes I wonder What if you...
Iris SeltenrijchFeb 16, 20201 minPoetry on Sunday: Ocean BlueOcean Blue The colour of the long lost waves Waves that have seen faces in unknown places Every face tells a hidden story, a hidden truth...
Iris SeltenrijchFeb 9, 20201 minPoetry on Sunday: SunflowersSunflowers When we feel the sun We feel the same We are together in that spark of light It is a comforting thought not to be alone I...
Writing & Journalism Co.Feb 11, 20191 minBlackA poem by the winner of the Chug 'n Write: Boris Simonse Black The void of abundance Plenty with lack Rich with empty Absent with...
danielcxuJan 17, 20191 minLove UnrequitedI feel your touch in the wind, But you blow past me. I hear your name in the rain, But you fall past me. I see your face in the clouds,...