Poetry On Medium

It is with great honor that we announce the release of the first edition of our magazine, Untitled. To access the digital version of the magazine, please visit: https://issuu.com/birdhousemag/docs/final_final_final_ On behalf of BirdHouse, we would like to thank all our contributors for their amazing work, their generosity in allowing us…

Micro-Poetry — I’ve been told it’s a far better life as a minimalist to downsize despite outcries from a hoarder who has double fisted everything, even string to save just in case for a rainy day that never comes, despite the downpours. © Connie Song 2022. All Rights Reserved.

Poetry — decibels ring like white noise listen He has selective hearing or should I say listening? I know sign language and with one flick of the wrist he knows exactly what I mean. © Connie Song 2022. All Rights Reserved.

She loved to draw but an amateur she was Whenever she found her words at a loss Brush and paint were her way of spilling out thoughts But people paid little heed to her art Only a slurry of colours was what they thought. But then he came and adored…

Sometimes I feel like am holding on to you, Making you hold on to me, By desperately haunting Your dreams and musings. Putting my love out there, For it enough to graze the fabrics Of your cotton shirt. Have you ever enjoyed the distant pain So much so that, it’s like music playing, As you soar through this earthly life? As this sweet torment continues it makes you wonder, Is life really anything more than being

In this day and age, does Poetry really matter? — Have you stopped to embrace the tick tock of your heart? Do you give thanks for each day you get to sip your coffee and board the train? I still tap-tap the keys of a sticky, untidy laptop, a messed-up mind. I speak of bouts of unrequited love and mental illness…