Cups
I sit on a windowsill, cup in hand. The cup is attached to a four hundred mile-long string that if its path was traced would lead to your hands, where you sit, holding a cup. I try to shout so you…
loney is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 4 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees loney in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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