It's fading away quickly, I'm trying to remember every little detail possible before it's completely gone from the tracts of my...

Aren't prompts supposed to make poetry easier to write? Then why is it so difficult for me to pick one and make my brain think of some...

Today is yet another day, When I'm screaming internally, Because I cannot believe, How I keep destroying my own garden, By digging my own...

I've hundreds of prompts saved for writing poetry on, But not one resonates to the deepest feelings of my heart, Not a single one has the...

All along, Even when winter was on, We were blooming. Even under the snow and earth, Laying silently, Even in the harshest summers,...

What is a poet outside of their poem, But a metaphor of all the unfinished poems and rhymes? They are all the symphonies of the...

I guess there's no right time, For words to say, For words to hold back. I guess there's no way, For me to go, For me to stay back.

Sometimes our own faith isn't enough for facing all the challenges in our lives. Sometimes, we just need someone other than us to believe...

Love tastes like you, Scented like petrichor in spring, Blooming with smiles, Holding on to every inch, Heart over skin, You. Heartbreak...