happy 250 days of being a member of this great community!!
i’ve grown so much since joining, and i dedicate a big part of it to writing and reflecting through poetry, so thank you for supporting and sharing your thoughts with me throughout this 250 days, love you all <33

Only the unlucky know him
They’ve heard his knock
been blinded by his warm smile
He asks for a dance
no one has ever missed the chance
As they move life is but a fleeting thought
Some are happy,
most are afraid,
but all will follow him

What can I say
I live my life day by day
Sometimes it hard to put a smile on my face
Sometimes I wonder what is my place
I know some have it harder than me
This isn’t the way I want to feel you see
I don’t want to run away and hide
I feel I get get hailed back by foolish pride
Sometimes i feel like i am in last place sometime I feel that I haven’t started the race

For there to be creation there must be chaos

Hello, I'm Joylyn. I just came across this place this morning and it looks like fun! I look forward to reading your poetry and submitting a little of mine.

walls,which i hate the most
has became the most loved one
but...
once you loved it
the freedom of yours
is far away
if the life is just that wall
so...
why did you live
so hard
but..
when i see that wall
i shall write a poem
about the wall's beauty
but never ever
write a single word
about the dark side of it

Hello everyone. I'm Manqoba an aspiring poet. Hope to share and be inspired here with all of you.


I write poetry because poems are a reflection of the hidden me, the real me.

I write so that my thoughts become words written down on an empty page.

I write to pull worlds into thd light of day, set them free, and in so doing I can no longer call them things of my imagining.

I write to express the emotions, ideas and thoughts that jump out at me.

I write to be free
I write because it satisfies me.

Hi,
Bew here. I suffer from bipolar and severe anxiety. I can only write poems when I'm in a dark place. Hope none of them trigger or offend anyone.

But this story, my dear, is just the start,
Of Sakura and Hiroshi's erotic art.
Their love, their passion, forever entwined,
A tale of exploration, bodies aligned.

In a quaint little town, where cherry blossoms bloomed,
Lived Sakura, a beauty, with passion consumed.
Her eyes like pools of amber, her touch like silk,
She yearned for a love that would make her heart wilt.

And there came Hiroshi, a man full of charm,
With eyes that sparkled like the night sky's charm.
He was drawn to Sakura, her spirit so bright,
He knew in his soul she was his guiding light.

Their paths intertwined on a moonlit night,
Underneath the stars, their love took flight.
With trembling hands, they shared their first kiss,
A moment so tender, filled with pure bliss.

As their love blossomed, so did their desire,
To explore each other, to ignite the fire.
They delved into passion, each touch a delight,
Their bodies entwined, like stars in the night.

Sakura's fingertips traced Hiroshi's skin,
Unveiling secrets only love could win.
He whispered sweet nothings in her ear,
As they danced to the rhythm of love's sincere.

They ventured to places they'd never been,
In the realm of pleasure, they found their sin.
With every caress, every whispered plea,
They discovered a world where their souls were free.

In the depths of their love, they found solace and peace,
A sanctuary where their worries would cease.
Their bodies moved together, a symphony of desire,
Their souls entangled, passion reaching higher.

But beyond the physical, their love was profound,
A connection so strong, no boundaries could be found.
They held each other close, their hearts intertwined,
A love so pure, forever aligned.

So, dear reader, let their story be a spark,
To ignite the flames of love in your own heart.
For in this tale of Sakura and Hiroshi's art,
We find that love, in all its forms, is a beautiful start.

In strokes of color, stories untold,
Artistry's magic, a world to behold.
Canvas and brush, a symphony's start,
A masterpiece born from the depths of the heart.

Each hue and shade, emotions they bear,
A language unique, for those who dare.
From abstract chaos to portraits so clear,
Art is a mirror, reflecting what's near.

In galleries vast, where dreams take their flight,
Creativity dances, both day and night.
From sculptures in stone to music's sweet hum,
Art, like a river, forever does run.

A testament to human expression's grace,
Art captures moments, a timeless embrace.
In every stroke, a soul's whispered plea,
Art's boundless beauty, for all to see.

Off and on poet/writer of 30 years. More off than on. Work in progress. Hopefully this community will help make it more on than off once again.