“I Speak from the Soil of Congo” by Chanda Katonga

[tabby title="Poem"] I speak—not from a podium or palace,But from the soil, soaked in blood and silence.From beneath the green womb of the Congo,Where my bones lie broken—but not my spirit. You—who call yourselves the civilised,The democratic, the free—What freedom...

A Poem A Day Writing Prompt 11 July 2025

1 rule: SUBMIT YOUR BEST WORK "The Sphere Of Buga" "Sky Mysteries" "The Fragile Globe" Image by Leohoho Use the form below to submit For more info about A Poem A Day click here

Relativity by Chaelio Thomas

[tabby title="Poem"] How does time move(swells stretches stationary inflatesddrrrrraaaaaaaaagggggs out -drinkseverydropuntilitrelinquishes itself to the next minute)to the boy who watches the snailawaiting the arrival of the fatherwho will bring him to play catch? He measures it in slimeAs he can't...

A Poem A Day Writing Prompt 10 July 2025

1 rule: SUBMIT YOUR BEST WORK "Diamonds Are The Lie" "Marketing Stones" "Manufactured Luxury" Use the form below to submit For more info about A Poem A Day click here

Fallen Things by Zahra Ali

[tabby title="Poem"] The sky wascloakedin gray.the cloudswere weeping.As I walked today,tears began tofall on me—and they mademe fertile.I saw golden leaveslying crushed,flattenedby footstepsthat never paused.Nature oftenheld me,gently even whenshe grieves,And I wondered—If God had told usThat fallen thingswere sacred,Would wehave...