The Evolutionary Revolution

My watch stopped working. Did I care? No. What I did care about however, was that the colour of my outfit…

Thanks For Nothing

You wished me dead,

but I’m still breathing.

Submission Guidelines

Although, Poetrica is a place where you go through your own personal journey to understand, feel, and to criticise things around you, we need a few guidelines in order to be able to communicate our philosophy and to make the publication look aesthetically appealing.

THE APOLOGY.

It’s not me, it’s you. But I’m sorry.

Please don’t punch me in the dick.

I always knew this day would come.

The meaning of Poetrica

The fastest thing today is the rate of change itself, the only constant being reinvention. We are at a critical…

PDA — a poem

I’m touchy feely

PDA — a poem

Dear Future Lover — a poem

Dear Future Lover,

Theseus

Happiness is never the same twice.

Every moment or experience, a person goes through or does not, contributes to their…