winter changes a lot of things. the forest sings hymns of a frozen country, the ice shields our forgotten memories, blue seas have long to journey before they turn to mist, these are the days from an artist's messy canvas, the pine trees are covered in snow, fire-place afternoons and time that slows, the story-tales are hushed on every street, the winter bird hums a song so sweet, these are new beginnings and the end of times- those days when winter arrives. A mini collection of poetry and prose to read by your window sill during cold winter nights. 25 in poetry, January 7th 2021. mypoemattic © 2020.

pyrrhic victories © 2019 fighues

Kalopsia [ka-lop-se-a] Greek (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. Poetry. Mostly intertwined with Tales of Greek Mythology. "Will wonders never cease When my muse saunters the velvet night, And prays to the moon for fine dreams, With the voice of a thousand angels singing a symphony?" "You obliterated her heart Ruined her morality Invaded her thoughts without permission And filled her senses with poison." "A single flower, the Hyacinth To be here for all time, Til the earth goes for the long rest, And til we all are dying, And on its softest petals, I inscribe my sorrows "alas" For all time." #1 in free verse as of 1/21/21 #4 in poetry as of 3/24/22 #1 in dark academia as of 10/5/20 #1 in romanticism as of 11/18/20 #1 in light academia as of 1/16/21 #12 in poet as of 1/20/21

you're so lovely.

❝My emotions start to descend down my heart, falling right onto filthy sheets of paper❞ » Shortlisted for Wattpad India Awards 2021 » Featured on WattpadPoetryIN »Featured on WattpadMuticultural [poetry] © ethereal_quill Highest Rankings: ★ #1 in poesia ★#1 in poetrylove ★#2 in shortpoems ♡_______________________________♡ #1st Place in The Multi Awards #2nd Place in The Three Quill Awards #3rd Place in Blue Awards 2021 ♡_______________________________♡

vanilla scented poetry

[ TO AMÉLIE, THE MOON ] floating listlessly to mars, recounting the story of two lovers separated by stars. i've told this one before, haven't i?

i'm the lustrous beam that peers through your window. february 2019

poetry. ❝my eyes dance across the vast sky and land on the sun as it gloriously dives its way home to the welcoming embrace of the horizon; handing over the baton to the bewitching moon.❞