Hello and welcome to an ode poem! This is a poem I wrote for a poetry workshop class I’m currently enjoying. Would absolutely love to hear your thoughts and opinions. I’m curious, do you have an imaginary love? I guess I always assumed everyone did, so here’s a…
Hello and welcome to my latest poem, Sumatra! This was a poem I was assigned in my poetry workshop class I’m currently taking. My professor proposed the idea that maybe it’s actually an ode to coffee- one of life’s greatest gifts. Perhaps it is, as I love it…
Hello! Welcome to Nine-thirty- a “walk poem” I recently wrote for a poetry workshop I’m taking. Teacher’s and Writer’s Magazine does a great job describing what a “Walk Poem” entails. Though really, it is what it sounds like. It’s a poem that requires a walk. This poem means…
Hi friends! Welcome to one of my recent poems, Potlucks. I’m really excited because in about a week and a half or so I’ll start my 3rd university course on Poetry! I can’t wait to get back into the creative form and start pumping out some more work….
Welcome to The Screams, a poem I recently wrote. Read along down below for my interpretation of ‘poetry’ in general. Happy reading! When I tell people I write poetry, I get different deliveries of the same sentiment. And that consensus is that many people ‘don’t understand’ poetry. But…
Hello, hello! Thank you for coming to read my poem, Puppeteer. I don’t really like the idea of getting into specifics when it comes to inspirations behind most creative works, but especially poetry. I just think it really is written one size fits all- in other words, however…
Feet dangling off the dock I looked across the lake The mountains whispered once again The wind wouldn’t tell me what they said I looked across the lake I saw trees singing around a campfire The wind wouldn’t tell me what they said But they all caught…
As a 28 year old woman, I’m insanely lucky to have a great grandmother in my life who I can pick up the phone and call. Especially since, she is one of the most special people I’ve ever gotten to meet. To me, she’s love personified and I…
spindles and beams and tiny little trees that keep our house from floating up to you I’ll tie it to a blue jay and he’ll drag us up there and I’ll tell him you’re the man on the moon and he’ll have to take the journey to…
sugared eyelids brushed by cotton candy hair blowing in the wind I glide atop iridescent wings through ancient lands and kiss strangers in the sticky fog the cavalry is closing in pitchforks and hovercrafts they always come up empty time is mine utopia in my…