Poetry🖋️

  • poem | choir of voices

    come spring the warm wind brings not one falling blossom but masses on the run.a melody and weak strum was where we begunnow watch as it blooms into tales and love.a… Read more

  • poem | stop.

    Happy pride month!! Remember that it takes nothing, and costs you nothing to be kind. 🙂 Read more

  • poem | my tears are not comparative

    you said you’ve been through worselike my struggle wasn’t realas if the broken layers of my heartcould never fully heal.but when I cry at night to songs that promise hopeI… Read more

  • poem | absence of light

    I think to myselfas I close my eyesagainst the ageing night:there is never any gain of darknessjust an absence of light© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer Read more

  • poem | “Love You”

    To the people I have said “love you” to and they have said it back,I do not disagree, that “I”is a heavy commitment far too momentous for our mouths:we dissolve… Read more

  • poem | the thing about being us

    I wrote this one for my sister who is leaving for university, but I hope a lot of people can relate to having someone they have always looked up to. Read more

  • poem | home is such an innocent sentiment

    Home is such an innocent sentimentbut yet the all encompassing desirefor it grips us in its clawsalways looming over our shoulder as the dreaded figurehiding behind dad-proofed closet doors,We remember… Read more

  • poem | dreams

    maybe our dreamsare just reality in the wrong time-zonethe wrong hemisphere of compulsionand magnetismyet somehowwe know deep downin the dark lightless fracture of dreams,that we existin more ways than we… Read more

  • poem | Roe v. Wade overturned

    5:30 pmMy nanna wants to talk about itbut I steer the conversation back tomy ACT score(state mandates don’t feel so personal when theyturn out in your favor)the ocean is very… Read more

  • poem | the skies we miss when we aren’t looking

    I hear it’s rather beautifulin the dusk andin the dawnwhen the world exists betweenstates of quiet and noise© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer Read more

  • poem | when you sit with sylvia plath at lunch

    and when sylvia plathsits with you at lunchhave you found yourselfor lost the world?(probably both)pages crinkle in placeof conversation scrapsand words bloom into poem drafts,it’s not so quietin the library:dew… Read more

  • poem | perspective

    don’t you think it’s funny,that from standing on the ground, the earth seems quite large, and not the slightest bit round, but if you go a bit further, and look… Read more

  • poem | sound of silence

    what is the sound of silence?is it the laughter of despair?or is it the quiet sound of forgivenesstravelling through the air?does it make trails down her cheeksfrom all the words… Read more

  • poem | mending melodies

    you tell me you will fix me,but am I really broken?all I need is a dose of songsto heal the torn and stolen.© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer Read more

  • poem | scars

    my scars tells the storyof everywhere I’ve been,of all the trying times I’ve gone throughand all the places I have seen.but a scar isn’t always on the outsidesometimes it’s the… Read more

  • poem | love letter

    if I wrote you a love letterwould you read it once throughhearing me read itsounding just like I do?would you fold it up smalland put it in a boxwith other… Read more

  • poem | rock bottom

    there’s a place you feel you gowhen it feels like you have failed,when everything stacks against youand nothing has prevailed.it’s said to be the lowest that anyone can gobut maybe… Read more

  • poem | destination

    the right roadis never easybut let me tell you this,a crumbling pathis easier to walkthan one that doesn’texist.© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer Read more

  • poem | madness

    There is so much adventure waiting for us, and I cannot wait to go find it. Let me know if there is something specific you want me to write a… Read more

  • poem | heavy

    how can silence be so loudwhen we learned it was quiet,not meant to make a soundor cause any riots.how can silence be so deafeningor a crushing pressure on my chest,like… Read more

  • poem | we stand

    there’s no eloquent way to say “murder,”you don’t need to surround it by verbs and nouns, coddle it with peacekeeping adjectives, or crush its power into the ground.the harshness of… Read more