Amina BakerI wish you loved me, as much as I did for you.I only thought grief was reserved for those who had lost someone, not for those who never truly had them. Yet you’re still here, but I…Nov 27
Dwayne GoldenThe Hill We Climb: Amanda Gorman’s Poem and Its Profound RelevanceOn January 20, 2021, the world witnessed a remarkable moment of literary brilliance and social significance. Amanda Gorman, a young poet…May 31, 2023
Tell Tell PoetryTell Tell Submission Series: where to submit if you are a young poetWatch out world. Young poets are on the rise and we’ve rounded up our top journals and magazines for young adults to submit their work to…Jul 5, 2021Jul 5, 2021
Rebecca OwenA ripple ~I gaze down at my reflection looking up to me, rippling at the disturbance of a fish swimming just below the surface. The water couldn’t…Jul 18, 20201Jul 18, 20201
Rebecca OwenThe fear of the unknownThe pier was deserted not a person in sight, the dark clouds separated seeping mere moonlight. The monstrous black waves lashed the planks…Jul 17, 2020Jul 17, 2020
Amina BakerI wish you loved me, as much as I did for you.I only thought grief was reserved for those who had lost someone, not for those who never truly had them. Yet you’re still here, but I…Nov 27
Dwayne GoldenThe Hill We Climb: Amanda Gorman’s Poem and Its Profound RelevanceOn January 20, 2021, the world witnessed a remarkable moment of literary brilliance and social significance. Amanda Gorman, a young poet…May 31, 2023
Tell Tell PoetryTell Tell Submission Series: where to submit if you are a young poetWatch out world. Young poets are on the rise and we’ve rounded up our top journals and magazines for young adults to submit their work to…Jul 5, 2021
Rebecca OwenA ripple ~I gaze down at my reflection looking up to me, rippling at the disturbance of a fish swimming just below the surface. The water couldn’t…Jul 18, 20201
Rebecca OwenThe fear of the unknownThe pier was deserted not a person in sight, the dark clouds separated seeping mere moonlight. The monstrous black waves lashed the planks…Jul 17, 2020
vaani_t09JOHN’S JOBSHey all! Today’s blog is where I will be sharing a poem I wrote. This is the first poem I have written (at least a poem which makes…Jun 1, 2020
AmiMy First Ever PoemWhen I was young, around ten years old, I was fascinated with the idea that it was impossible to find the end of a rainbow, yet…May 24, 2020
Rebecca OwenTimeTime stalks us, creeping behind us with whatever we do, wherever we go. A predator hunting it’s prey, leaving only history to show.Apr 2, 2020
