Is it for the crown? Is it for the throne? Is it for a piece of your name to be carved in stone? Or is it for the stories? For the smiles in the  glories, purged in the flames of your victories?

Mo deteste bann Lindi. Mansonz ki zot trikote lor enn lasemenn prodiktif. Zot manier vini san anonse. Mo’nn rans ar zot mani detrir bann plezir Dimans. A krwar pouvwar larzan se sel exkiz anil mo dezir pionse. 

Here at Strofié, we believe that writing verse isn’t about forcing your thoughts into rigid structures or following ancient, dusty rules. If you want your voice to leave  a lasting mark, forget the boundaries of academic poetry for a moment. Here are 4 tips to build up the perfect verse for a powerful Strof...

Morning breath tastes like unfinished dreams,
Alarm clock screaming like the city got beef.
Eyes half-open, I scroll through a thousand lives
While mine still loading like weak Wi-Fi grief...