poems

  • 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 Continue reading

  • 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 drops form in frontal crevicesso much to understandexcept what you… Continue reading

  • 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 choir of voices singswhere before there was only a faint… Continue reading

  • poem | stop.

    Happy pride month!! Remember that it takes nothing, and costs you nothing to be kind. :) Continue reading

  • 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 the lowest pointis the place in which you grow.there are… Continue reading

  • 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 Continue reading

  • 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 the weight of the worldwas a custom made vest.© Ella… Continue reading

  • 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 can surely tell you this,you’re journey may be different to… Continue reading

  • 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 Continue reading