Poetic Tales and Responses | Rupi Kaur

This post is inspired by Naomi Besa, she asked a few of her friends to respond to some Rupi Kaur poems from The Sun and Her Flowers. Their responses inspired me to do a poetic response of my own. I have picked a poem from each of her books (Milk and Honey, The Sun and …

Poem | While you Were Sleeping

I saw you, watched you close your eyesAnd slip into unconsciousnessInto the place between life and deathI saw your soul wander, run up the hills and swim the oceansIn the valley between life and death I was with youWatching youMaking sure you did not wander too farI held your handFought lions and tigers and bearsThey …

Poem | Deep Blue Sea

I do not want to do this without youI honestly don't even want to tryTo phantom what the outcome will be if I do this by myselfBeen down this road before and these streets frighten meThe water looks alot darker than I rememberIt has gotten colder since the last time I was hereThe light blue …

Poem |A Love Like your Presence

I want a love like your presence, A love so strong it brings me to total surrender, and weakens my knees. A love in whose presence I cannot stand. I want a love so reckless it pursues and chases after me, A love that overwhelms and brings me to repentance. I want a love for …

Better | An Independence Day Poem 🇿🇲

You deserve better than to be kept a secret, To be saved as plumber or laundry service, and reduced to nothing more than a guilty pleasure. You deserve a love that claims you from the rooftops, Walking hand in hand and kissing in the middle of the street. A love that loves you in the …

The Meaning of Love | A Valentine’s Day Poem.

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Pretend | The Chronicles of a Broken Heart.

Let's pretend it is as easy for me as it is for you That forgetting you is something I will eventually do That soon I will find someone too. Let's pretend I don't wake up everyday wishing I could go back to sleep That mornings hold joy for me, when really they are the worst …

Forgetting you |Reflecting on lost love.

The picture is slowly starting to blur... When I close my eyes it's not you that I see first. A week ago it all came rushing back. I forgot just how deeply embedded you were inside me, Every pavement and street holding memories of you and me, Long walks in the moonlight, and endless conversations …