
Poetry of any kind is beautiful!

Making life transfusions through poetry
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!
You can still be scattered and masterful. It’s in your DNA 🧬 ! Keep at it!
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.
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.
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.
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
Wine comes in at the mouth, and loves comes in at the eyes; that’s all we shall know for truth before we die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.
W.B. Yeats
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
Poetic Medicine: New Voices
— Read on poetrypill.blogspot.com/p/new-voices.html
Stop and pause for yourself sometimes. Breathe, take in this beautiful life and all its havoc. Your still here, find your purpose, and ride it until the wheels fall off.
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