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Totally! Just make sure you note who your collab is with. :)

Hello, writers of poetry! The Poetry Crew has something delectable for you all. We’re running an official YWS poetry contest for Christmas! Below you’ll find four images. We want you ...

Hi guys, This thread is for the links to your entries in the official Christmas poetry contest! Remember to keep them pg-13 (which is 12+ rating) and have fun! One ...

I think most of the people in this thread already agree that poetry isn't dead, but is a changing medium which adapts in different ways to modernity. I'm going to ...

I think I'm most consistently in love with Seamus Heaney. If you look him up, try and find Digging, which I think is a very rich, wonderful poem. My tastes ...

In my dreams, you stand, teeth loose in your jaw, cold spears cutting through my lip.

Vertiginous: she stands waiting on – this ventricle's vertigo slithers. Key is keep on moving, she shakes, verbatim of her mother, plunging deep down, and it’s the vernacular of the ...

Grace, my mother said, was not for the wicked, given to the slow witted and unruly, the glossy underbelly of sociality. My mother believed in God, who sat at her ...

Have a site or method(s) you use for finding character names you absolutely love? Post it/them here! :D

Write three connecting haikus about winter. (this means each one runs into the next, although they are still separate pieces and should be able to be read as such.) Edit: ...

Sugarcane sucked sweet on railroad tracks, my sister sleepless in the night.

This heart obession crawling in to sullen mirth, we are juxaposed.

Crippled, we are loose ends to your love affair with enlightenment.

Metal wrist cupped in sleek green vine - we are the vessel of nature.

Your mother sat by the smooth marble of your tomb and wept for her son.