A small collection of poems

We lived, we loved, we lost. The five stages of grief.

ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴇᴍs ᴀs ᴘᴇʀᴇɴɴɪᴀʟ ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ Storms are temporary. They come and go, but when they hit us, we may not be prepared. These poems may seem bleak and dark at first but as you read along, you'll realise that all we have to do to get over such hurdles in our lives is just to embrace the storm. I hope you find you find meaning in these poems just as I have and I wish all of you every happiness. -'AMN **ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs 'ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʟᴇsᴛɪɴᴇ sᴜɴʙɪʀᴅ', ᴀ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴇᴍ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪsʀᴀᴇʟ-ᴘᴀʟᴇsᴛɪɴᴇ ᴄᴏɴғʟɪᴄᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴢᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇs ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. © apostropheA (2014)

#163 spiritual (13/03/16) #148 2013 (27/06/20) My first collection of poems I thought I would like to share with you all. So excited to go into it and be guided by what God says through His Word and the Holy Spirit.

A series of poems that had been locked in my notebook, it's been rather lonely for them. From sad and depressing poems to light and romantic poems for all you poetry lovers out there.

A poetry collection about silence and things not said