🐰Happy Easter 🐰 🐣 NATIONAL POETRY MONTH EVENT “The Truth You Don’t Say Out Loud” Let’s skip the surface today. No perfect lines. No trying to sound like a poet. Just truth. The kind you don’t post. The kind you don’t say. The kind that sits in your chest and waits… Your challenge: 👉 Write a poem about something you’ve never said out loud. • A regret • A memory • A truth you hide • A feeling you don’t show No filters. No masks. If it feels a little uncomfortable… you’re in the right place. That’s where the real poetry lives. 🖊️ Drop your poem below and if you’re brave enough… Start it with: “I’ve never said this, but…”

My vision focusing Landing on every line Deep in perspective My mind goes til the end My mind once full of idle chatter Screeches to a halt And silence staggers in My breathing calms My heart follows Then peace floods my veins One by one my chakras tune Like a guitar in a smoky room And I’m wafting Through the veil I step With no intention or wish Just here to accept And be as grace The world drops away And I am one with myself Gifts of light bestowed upon me And I sit Still and perfect Nothing else matters Than this moment in time And space The space is my freedom My sanctuary My hOMe Here I am Human But one with the stars Bursts of energy Capture my heart My soul My destiny -poem. Lisa Karasek

Happy Saturday ✨ I’m curious to know who some of your favorite poets and writers are. Who inspires you and why? I love confessional poetry, so my greatest influences are Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath. I also love the interesting, exciting use of language of e.e cummings and how he bravely compromises its syntax. The brevity of William Carlos Williams is also fascinating. Ocean Vuong is a newer poet, but combines intimacy with grime, with ordinary life and experiences. What about you?

I wake up and I kiss the day winking my eye at the sun in the sky I wave seductively at the looming trees It's no wonder they wave back at me I giggle confidently as I strut my strut and I move my hips to the beat of the wind I'm not in a rut The sun knows me by name kisses me Victory knows me intimately So I kiss the day flirt with it I make it mines @ Copyright, Tolbert, M D., All rights reserved

This is beautiful work, @Faiza Writes You didn’t try to force anything here and that’s exactly why it works. The whole poem feels like a slow exhale… like something heavy finally loosening its grip. “Courage is not a shout, it’s just the simple turning of a key in a stubborn lock.” That line right there… that’s the spine of the poem. Simple, clear, and it hits hard without trying to. I also love how you stayed consistent with the tone nothing feels rushed or out of place. The imagery is soft but intentional. “Acceptance tastes like clean rain” is one of those lines that just lingers. If I had to push you a little further? I’d say maybe tighten one or two spots just to sharpen the impact but honestly, that’s refinement, not correction. This feels honest. And honesty always wins. Really strong piece. 👏