Our Mission

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!

Obsessively, Incessantly with maddening hunger!

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.

Eyes

When you look into my eyes,

what do you see?

The debris from all the tragedy?

Thats only part of me.

Like a detainee,

I’m trapped inside.

Denied feelings of happiness,

only a slight will to survive.

I’m only here

because,

I plea

for sanity.

For my mind to not take over me

with negativity

to give me dignity

to fight another day.

Strength, not captivity

Ability, not anxiety .

I want to write words that need

to be heard, without them getting

blurred.

Let me transfer the good

for all that are misunderstood.

I want to RISE

Thats what I want you to see

when you look into my eyes.

Published

Unique Poetry Site Launch

Poetry writers submit and get your words out there! I know how it feels, I’ve been there myself, but now being published so many times I have joined forces with some great editors and I’m excited to be apart of Unique.

I look forward to reading your work!

Founder/Editor

T.Carey

From the ashes she became

Before she became fire, she was water

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

Today

It bites at me like a hungry snake

Asking, ” what can I take today?”

your sanity?

your drive?

your will to survive?

As soon as my feet hit the floor

I’m begging my demon for no more.

“I can’t handle it,” I say

It’s okay; you’re going to take it anyway.

Today I do not fight so I go back to

bed, I’d rather lie dead instead.

I cover my face so you can’t see, it doesn’t

matter because you’re within me.

“One day, I will get rid of you, I say

but not today.

© T. Carey

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