“Poetry in a loop, silver bangles and hoops” – Zora Howard


Sonnet 43, after Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 43 is an amazing poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning on love. In it, she details the ways in which she loves her beloved. The poem is captivating, calling its readers to join the author in the celebration of love and the object of hers, I absolutely love it! As an ode to Elizabeth Browning […]

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For Charity

I wrote this poem for a friend of mine who was going through disappointment. I have subsequently found that it has been a pillar of strength for me when I go through stuff I don’t understand or disappointments. I hope it will do for you what it has done for me….. Silence. All that remains […]

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Pieces of me…POEM VERSION

I give you pieces of me,without restraint. Unbarred. All there is. I give those unbattered, unbruised,unabused parts of my soul. The parts that are reserved for unselfish,lavish, extravagant love. I give you everything, even if it is but the little that remains untainted and untamed in me. Will you delicately cup it in your hands. […]

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Make-Believe

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BUHLE

Beauty that one should see in themselves is now left to the admiration of those who see nothing but a piece of ‘ass’ in her. Yet if they stopped objectifying her to see her for who she really is, then they would have to look with eyes far greater than those appearing on their faces. […]

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I AM BECOMING.

I EXIST, I AM, I AM HERE, I AM BECOMING, I make my own life and no one else makes it for me. I must face my own shortcomings, mistakes, transgressions. No one can suffer my non-being as I do, but tomorrow is another day, and I must decide to leave my bed and live again. And […]

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Lessons

I’ve learnt to praise you for who you are.                                                                                   To love you in all […]

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HANDS….

Palms, engraved with years of slavery. Blood sweat and tears carried through my palm lines.                                                           Telling tales not of fairy tales but of struggles.       […]

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She is YOU

  She wears her black with pride, Turns her head after every stride. She is beauty. She wears her scars as jewels. Stretch-marks, her point of showing off. She laughs with ease. She knows who she is and whose she is, Fear is terrified of her, She is power. She swings her hips from side […]

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