Making life transfusions through poetry
Quenching the thirst of every dying creature
She gave and gave
until she turned from sea to desert
but, instead of dying of the heart, the sadness, the heartache
she took all the pain and from her own ashes
she became fire.
~Nikita Gill
Mental illness isn’t a battle to be won. Unfortunately, its a journey some of us didn’t choose to walk on.
I do feel down, just like the rest of us I feel trapped sometimes I must confess But there are always little things in my day That teach me that life…
Daily Prompts- Fireflies in a jar
In these crazy times. Hopefully, no one needs this reminder. Hopefully we are all spreading love.
Unique Poetry believes that most of us carry an untold story, and we feel that we owe it to one another to listen.
We understand poetry can enlighten, and conjure self-realization
We value the fearlessness , creativity , and humility it takes to share your work.
Unique Poetry will continue to empower , stimulate , encourage, heal, nourish, create unity, learn from and support our fellow poets.
Submit! We wanna share your voice. Submissions our open!
I feel his soul, right under the skyline. Hello beautiful readers, emerging poets, published writers. Good day everyone! Today, I’m sharing this …
Sad Sky. Poem
You can still be scattered and masterful. It’s in your DNA 🧬 ! Keep at it!
There is one thing you should know about writing. It will will inevitably lead you to terrible places, as you cannot write about something if you have not lived it. Through the most important thing to bear in mind is this: you are there as a tourist and must always remain one.
There was a very specific reason why you were blessed with the ability to translate your sentiments into words- it is to bring a voice to suffering and torment. But, do not be too indulgent with your expericance of these things- despite how addictive suffering can be- how easy it is to get lost down that twisted path of self destruction. You must emerge from adversity , scathed but victorious- to tell your story and in turn , light the way for others.
~ Lang Leav
Words fall straight to my pen
Like silk
Like silk
Creamy and Cool.
I sense my fingertips begin to dance.
Anticipating the drop of ink,
First
Melancholy
then,
Dread,
Next Anguish,
Heavy words dominate my flow
True,
Real words are the only writing I know
The words that slide off the pen aren’t easy,
I call it paper bleeding,
It’s me screaming to be heard
So, I’ll keep dancing
Leaving drops of me along of the way
No matter what people say.
They still fall
Like silk
Like silk.
When I write, it always comes from personal experience. I only know how to write honestly. It’s soul cleansing.
Don’t forget the March Journal @uniquepoetry is coming up. Get your voice out there. Share your story.
What matters to me?
Not what’s most important, but what matters.
To me, these are two entirely different things.
My answer was, I would like to leave my imprint on someone, I want someone to remember that I stood up for something, that I challenged someone to be a better human, that I loved with all my heart. These are some things that matters to me.
What matters to you?
Unique Poetry, an online Journal, has been up and running since January 1st, 2020. A personal project that is near and dear to my heart. Submit your best poetry! You can even submit it personally to me @ tina@uniquepoetry.com.
There are ALOT of talented people sharing some beautiful creations. Publish it and let the world taste it too!
Pick up the pen and write. It may not be worth much in the beginning, but a poet will always find an ending.
Mental Illness is not a battle that can be won; it’s a journey that some of us didn’t choose to walk on. Be kind, be aware, and always take care of yourself and the ones you love.
I’ve always danced to my own beat, even though at times it doesn’t make sense. Being different is beautiful! Listen to your heart, your soul, and your spirit. It never lies.
Perhaps someday I’ll crawl back home, beaten, and defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak and beauty out of my sorrow.
~Sylvia Path
Submit your poetry to us, Were ready to imprint your story for all to see.
I lost both of my brothers, June 2018, One was from a drug overdose, and five days later, my other brother committed suicide. Time doesn’t take it away. I have to go through it. I do that by writing. My poetry is a reflection of my inner being. I write to keep the demons away. I write to heal my soul. I write to keep my sanity. If you have ever lost someone you love, I’m here. I know your pain.
Two Poems by Tina Carey
— Read on www.callandresponsejournal.com/post/two-poems-by-tina-carey
I am so humbled and appreciative of these opportunities!
A drop of ink may make a million think.
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