Poetry Pocket Print
How to stop being such a perfectionist & just create art
Katelyn Brunner 2021
Understand you won't get perfection on the first try
Give yourself no expectations
Schedule in create time (with no limitations)
Create purposefully ugly artwork
Use cheap art supplies and typically 'childish' mediums
Your Gaze
Seol Hanyang 2024
Let me give it time to think.
Recalling my memories,
In the blink of an eye
Remember our precious time together?
Hand in hand, the violet night was ours.
When I first saw you, I saw twinkling stars through your eyes.
You are the first star of the night sky.
Like a meteor shower,
You make me smile on a lonely night.
The sense of comfort and peace.
The moment at night, the moment with the moon, this moment with you.
You are my cosmos for eternal night.
You are my last love in my dream.
I bid you a sweet dream.
The Pandemic
Fatimah Hafsah Ahamed 2024
As time trickles away,
Moments like these turn into memories.
Distant, but not forgotten.
There’s still hope for a new day,
When we can step outside once again-
And explore the world, like we used to before.
Discover new places, new people, and culture together.
And just as each drop of water fades like a forgotten memory
– we will enjoy each moment
And slowly see the darkness turn back into light.
There’s still hope on this road ahead,
And although it has taken a year away from us,
We will meet our loved ones again soon – both you and me.
Until then, please. Don’t give up. Hold on.
For just as the sun does every day – we will rise again together.
Need a prompt? Let’sdo descriptivewriting
A common grounding technique for anxiety if focusing on the 5 senses
5 things you can see
4 things you can hear
3 things you can touch
2 things you can smell
1 thing you can taste
Use these things to describe a scene for creative writing, whether it’s where you are now or somewhere you imaging being.
The real and unreal
Samanda Mularachchi 2023
Bliss, pure bliss!
In the imaginary tunnels of a utopia
I find bliss.
All colours of a euphoric dream,
With the lingering smell of burning steam.
I smile for a while,
Before I hide for a time.
The world in grey is a curse of the times, We didn’t realise when we heard the last chime.
I now walk in a steaming tunnel,
Carrying the memories of a healing oracle, distinguishing the real from the unreal between the wheel and the blue ciel.
Lord! I hate the real! A world so cruel!
I’d rather be at the river, drinking the ambrosia of an imaginary heaven.
The Gen Z Guide to Love
Jasmine Kaur 2024
We belong to the 'replied to your story' kind of love. Where at the end of shared playlists a tender hug awaits, We belong to the 'tagged you in a meme' kind of love, Hoping that the algorithms align our fate.
We belong to the ‘Taylor Swift hits different’ kind of love, Where every beat and every lyric feel like a signal from above, We flex on TikTok and simp over our crush's post on the 'Gram. Oh and the candle night dinner dates?
Well, they have been replaced by N etflix and Chill and some Spotify jam! We belong to the 'maintaining our snap scores' kind of love, Falling asleep on late-night calls and making memories we’ll always think of.
We go on some casual delulu trips and tally our situationships
We are forever caught in the dance of likes and emojis
Losing track of time as we scroll through countless feeds and stories. We belong to the kind of love where holding a hand and sleeping under the stars seems a lil too extra, We'd rather swipe right and left, fill our chats with hesitations and flirtations because we belong to the Text-era
So let's swipe and ghost, Smile and post,
And slay on that popular trend
Until that true love slides into our DM
