An ode to National Poetry Month

Throughout this self-isolation, I've been doing nothing but tapping away on my keyboard and scrawling ideas and words out on my piles of A4 and A5 notebooks. And it's not just homework, finals, project planning, and journaling - but writing poetry.

April is National Poetry Month, and I wish I'd share some of the work that I've been writing up this past month, but I will be (hopefully) soon self-publish my collection. I have yet to spill the beans because my manuscript and the whole concept of my first book is still in development. Although, I've shared some of my favorites already on my Instagram which you could check out. :)

And, since I haven't posted any poetry in a while on my blog, here is also another favorite that's inspired by how I've been feeling in this quarantine-phase.

at eight in the morning
i sit outside with a cup of coffee
staring at the hanging daffodils
as they sway in the spring breeze
from the darkness of my kitchen
by myself at the table under the chandelier
at eight in the morning. 

i stir my cup, watching the froth 
gather in the centre as my spoon creates 
a whirlpool, stirring my cup. 
i think about my day ahead, staring
at the spinning froth, wondering
when i’ll get that assignment done;
wondering where i’ll roam to next
in this empty house, which room to go to,
which wall or ceiling to stare at. 

at noon, the beginning of peak sunlight,
i bury myself in my pillows, wondering 
when the day will become night. browsing
through the meaningless selections on netflix
looking for which book to read, what to write.
thinking about that assignment and when i’ll
get it done, especially on a day where I feel
lost and lonely under the peak of daylight. 

at six in the evening,
i awoke from a nap, looking at the time
and thinking about what to eat next.
i don’t have money for food and only
an unfinished pack of chips under my bed.
And frozen pizza in the freezer 
with red sangria from 1988. 

it’s almost midnight
the streets are usually sound and people are asleep
but the fluorescent light of my lamp
is keeping me up and i won’t sleep
the days just feels like it’s dragging
and i don’t feel like me
i want this night to end

i don’t want to feel lonely.
- n.i

What have you been writing for National Poetry Month? :)

Book Club

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*We are also still looking for people to submit their work to The Wallflower Collective as well as people to join our team! If you're interested, please go here for more info :)


  1. Wow, this is lovely, Nicole. :") I want to dabble in poetry as well, but for now I am content with admiring and appreciating words from poets such as you. Words can definitely be powerful to comfort many especially during this time.

    Stay safe and well always! Thank you for sharing with us.

    Anna Jo |

    1. Yes, poetry has definitely been helping me through this situation a lot and so I've been writing a lot! Also, thank you so much :') I appreciate your comment ❤️

  2. Beautiful poetry. I am looking forward to more of your work and ofcourse the Wallflower Collective :) I wish I have the talent in writing but it has always been a work in progress for me. Anyway, subscribed to your book club. This is my first time joining a book club so I'm so excited!

    Ann |

    1. Thank you for your comment :) And I think poetry is a work of progress for anyone - you just have to find the right time for it come naturally! And thanks for subscribing! I can't wait to release the first book for this month and start discussions ❤️


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