These poems were all created during our workshops; and in response to the poetry prescribed during them. We welcome everybody at our workshops, regardless of experience. Some of these pieces have been created by practiced poets, and others by first timers- all are valued and appreciated 💗
Using blackout poetry @askfornicola created this thought provoking piece on our last workshop 💚 Language becomes exciting the more open minded... In your response they'll be enthralled. Rather than wishing you can dissolve into the floor, You'll wish the experience could last a little longer. Another tendency- to spray his eye contact around the room. "I can't make individual contact" The more I sense them drifting away, The whole thing starts spinning out of control. However the feedback loop to spiral upward, not down. The mental quiet allowed him to tune out the voices of doubt and feel confident. Immediately the dynamic felt at ease because the responsibility didn't all rest on him. Laughing, they radiated back. The whole thing just spun higher and higher. When that happens you know you did a good job.
This was created by the wonderful @latouchethewriter at our workshop 'It's Complicated- Love In The 21st Century' 💚 Dear Jazmine, I just thought you should know what I'm doing now, I'm quite heavy into poetry- I spend a lot of time at shows and creating verses. I just thought you should know how I'm feeling, I'm alive and sometimes kicking as life still has its ups and downs. I just thought you should know what I've been through. Since the last time I met you, there have been a few, but admittedly no one as special. That time you came back into my life after everything that happened between us was especially important to me. I just thought you should know what I wish for the future. I hope that one day we cross paths again, but this time we actually 'get' each-other. I just thought you should know what I don't miss about you. I'm glad I don't have to worry about pissing you off with something I said anymore. I just thought you should know what I miss a lot. I miss he way we used to chill the days away in our little bubble, and feeling like you were my favourite person in the whole damn world. I just thought you should know that I still talk about you at times with the fondest memories, but even with that being said, deep down I don't really think we were meant; But when it comes to you I always still have the hope. © La Touche
This piece is a beautiful web of rhythm and rhyme; it was a pleasure to have @brokenpen_ contribute to our workshop 💚 Who was I to take the leap - you held me down but with a knife - back stabber that made me bleed, Silly - to think you could of had faith in me - acting like I was a king and you played the queen, It was all make believe - your insecurites never felt safe with me, Maybe we - will kiss in eternity and make the peace, But right now you're just a page to me - a lesson learned - chapter closed - but wait were we, Even as close as I made it seem - you never met my family, Its not like I had plans for you to marry me - its not like I spoke to you about every thing that happened - be, Mine I said - but you're a free spirit so the thought now seems mad to me, I guess you were never meant for me or it could of worked but you know "its complicated - love in the 21st century" © Broken Pen
Words by the lioness that is @chelly_leroc ; she always brings a realness to our workshops and shares poetry straight from the heart 💚 The Song I Couldn't Finish: The words I couldn’t say… I couldn’t say, “Go f**k yourself!” because despite the pain you inflicted my heart still loved you. The things I couldn’t change… I couldn’t change what you did, that wasn’t for me to do. That was for you. But you couldn’t change it too, the damage was done. The walls I couldn’t break through… I couldn’t find a way to let go of the anger. It burned hotter than any flame I ever held my hand over. Now the fire was my heart & my tears were not enough to distinguish it. The feeling I couldn’t feel… I couldn’t forgive you. I definitely haven’t forgotten. I feel nothing… the ashes of my burnt love. The help I couldn’t give… I couldn’t help my mind at the time to try & find reasons to hear you out. The song I couldn’t finish… The song was about my 1st love. About you. I love harmonies & you became clashing chords. They say, “the 1st cut is the deepest” …& I say, “it is true”. © Chellz
Listen + Speak + Create + Share = Poetry Prescribed 💚 this poem is one of two written by the positive energy known as @gleemergleemz Love: What is Love? Love is fire and ice Ying and Yang combined Jump into Love within Hold it and keep it becuase it is yours I whisper, I Love myself more than you I whisper I love me until i Love you just as much When you have a deep cut, you can see the Love oozing out yearning for a touch What's stronger? Love or faith Isn't Love having faith in yourself, let alone someone else? Love is something that will be in you forever Hating every moment until your first kiss. Naa, Love is a being that drowns in trust and confidence Dies and resurrects to invite you to join the circumference. © Gleemz
Written by the incredible talent that is @poetic_toya 💚 Much To Say: I've found I lost faith Just because... Just because I played all the games Not because I wanted to be The one who at the end would say Check mate But because Back then nothing made sense to me. Now I want to find faith in the corners of your smile The smile of yours which cuts down all of my trees; Those overgrown shrubs that have slowly caressed waters in me And have now been frozen over With Elsa and Anna playing games Wanting my insides to be The ice kingdom which still wants warmth. Now my emotions are muddled, My tears flow inwardly and has been on a mission To drown me And I want to be able to share These freshwater lakes that have been flowing through me. I want just for a moment to switch our x's into kisses. Can you save me? Give me the kiss of life For I am Sleeping Beauty in every shape and form Shape shifting for you I am ready for you to hold me And whisper into my ears Make me jump back in time Where love letters were handwritten And real lovers spent forever Being engrossed in each other's souls I'm willing to be transparent I want to play board games with you And sit back with a pout When you've started to win. Let us be the poets we are Change the rules for scrabble And write love poems with our tiles. I want to attempt What I've never felt But has been spoken of by my parents. I wish you'd call more often, I hate talking on the phone, But the silk in your tone is comforting And I want to be wrapped in it more often Just for the comfort it gives. I want you To make me Breathe Because you know I'm asthmatic And you are the inhalers Brown and Blue that I need. © Careen Latoya