After the amazing Write Tribe Festival of Words challenge, I have literally run out of ideas. So as I try to figure out topics…

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After the amazing Write Tribe Festival of Words challenge, I have literally run out of ideas. So as I try to figure out topics…
I have always believed that poetry is the language of the heart. The words have never failed me before, but now, often I end…
I lost a Summer last year, and few Autumns before, now all that resides in the cracks of my heart, is a fragment of Spring, ever…
Slowly she smoothens his dusty clothes, arranging them in the wooden stand, along with tiny shoes and plastic cars, never will sparkle his electric…
A ghost? A Wraith? Or a Memory? Sad love poem – about longing and waiting, across seasons, in the form of Pantoum poetry form…
Update: 14 Jan 2022 – I tried to write a poem from a different perspective. Someone who is terminally ill but also ostracised by…