Poetry Family, This Monday, we take the Poetry Business Network to a whole new level! Introducing the Poetry Business Institute (PBI) — the official trade school for poets inside PBN. This is where we transform from people with poems into certified Poetry Business Owners ready for the global stage. What’s Changing? Starting Monday, every PBN member will enter Track 1 of the Institute: The Poetry Business Accelerator – Foundation & Documentation Certificate 🎓 Here’s what you can expect: - Video Assignments for Every Lesson & Challenge so you document your growth and create months of marketing content. - Quizzes to lock in the knowledge. - Certification that proves you’re ready for bigger gigs, higher pay, and more opportunities. Why This Matters - We’re raising the global standard for poets in business. - Certified PBN Poets will stand out to our partner network of schools, corporations, and organizations. - This isn’t just learning — it’s action, content creation, and community accountability. When It Starts 📅 This Monday — we ALL start together, no matter how long you’ve been here. We’ll be at the starting line as ONE global community, moving forward with a shared vision. Get ready to: ✅ Refresh your mindset ✅ Build your brand ✅ Document your journey ✅ Step into opportunities that match your talent 💬 Drop “READY” in the comments if you’re locking in with us Monday! Let’s make history together.

Hello everyone, Are there any Other UK Poets Here? I'm just wondering as I'd love to connect, share work, and maybe even collaborate or chat about the UK poetry scene. Please feel free to drop in and say hello if you're around. It would be great to know who's out there. Please dont leave me to feel alone :)

As a poet building a business, your voice is your brand! 🗣️ How do you define your unique voice as a poet, and how has this influenced your branding and business decisions? Drop some insight below. Your perspective might unlock something for another poet here.

“Of One Thread Woven” We are many, and yet each face a flame beneath the sun, a flicker born of different dawns, but kindled from the selfsame fire. From the cliffs of Donegal to the crowded streets of Cairo,from the drums of Ghana’s heartlands to the hush of Kyoto’s snow, we are voices carved from stone and sky, different tones, but one great choir. What strength lies in the mirrored soul, that sees itself not as a hand held out, not drawn in a fist but a bridge built wide, not burned to ash. The child who learns two names for “mother”grows a world twice as kind.The farmer who hears a foreign prayer still knows the rain it pleads for. We are not lost by difference, but found in the space between. Do not allow old flags blind new eyes. There are no borders in blood. No faith, no tongue, no myth should divide the root of love that feeds us all. We have fought, oh how we have fought, in trenches, on hills, behind bitter walls, but there’s no war more righteous than the one that ends them all. So I say, let all hearts be as open as the hills that hold up the sky. Let each soul be honoured, not in spite or indifference but with understanding. Walk beside me not behind, nor ahead. Speak your truth, and I’ll speak mine, and in the telling we’ll find a deeper truth that we are not strangers but stories unfinished, written in the same ink of longing for something that resonates to all.

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