Poetry🖋️

  • 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 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 | 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 | division

    the inevitable division of humansis not always born out of greed or hate, it is a slow differing of opinion, that spreads from state to state. and those with no… Read more

  • poem | rebellion

    I started a rebellionand titled it Mine.it held every daughterwomen and sister you would findbut our rebellion did not runon violence of any kindour rebellion ran on the voices of… Read more

  • poem | astronaut

    I fly above the oceansand high above the groundI bathe myself in starlightthe silence safe and soundI close my eyes and listento the murmur in the cloudsand the gentle whisper… Read more

  • poem | stardust

    when earth was first createdand everything went ‘bang’the stars that all explodednow make up your heart and brain.and that twinkle in your eyewhen you’re happy or excitedare the stars that… Read more

  • poem | beauty (noun)

    you say you’re not prettybut how would you knowwhen you’ve only ever seenwhat the mirror shows? andI don’t know who put the ideain your headthat beauty starts withthe length of… Read more

  • poem | magic

    I know you don’t believe in magicbut how can you even saythere is no such thing as magicwhen you see it everyday?I know you’ve seen the trees bendunder the weight… Read more