These are just a collection of poems by one of the most popular and critically respected American poets of the twentieth century, Robert Lee Frost. (March 26, 1874 - January 29 1963) All rights belong to Robert Frost.
contrary to a deluge, these are tender thoughts relished for their sweetness & conciseness 2020 © rosy
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.❞
{WATTY'S 2020 WINNER & EDITOR'S PICK.} Hopeless romantic and aspiring writer Mare Atwood has fallen madly in love with her childhood correspondent. There's only one catch-she doesn't know who he is. When the beaus of Star's Crossing return from boarding school to begin the courting season, Mare is determined to uncov...
seasons of ruin had flooded my flimsy plastic veins two years ago when he took his last breath. the sinking feeling of tar black grief ripped and gnawed my insides as my heart slowly crumbled and collapsed. but nothing had ever effected your golden glow which pierced right through my disintegrating bones and fermentin...
a collection of poetry I wrote lol [lowercase intended] started: 30 august 2023 ended: [ongoing]
biscuit basket. is a meadow upon the one thousand and twenty three days of summer. pick up your baskets and let's go find some fruits for lunch. enjoy your summer here. [lowercase intended] 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱: 25 April 2021 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱: 24 July 2022 1st place in The Sky Awards 2021 (July Edition) 2nd place in Bluebird...
❝ the sun watches what I do but the moon knows all my secrets ❞ . . . ⎯ achievements: #1 in poetry - march 14th, 2022 #3 in the dead poets awards 2020 . . . ☆ completed on july 25th, 2021
LIKE THEM; the cunning, the strong, the rational, the sensual, the rash. POE19 [151016]
Strawberry Seeds is a poetry book with poems harvested in strawberry fields, Where nothing is real... ✨
Neither salt nor sugar settles on your tongue. Only this blood of mine does. Neither I nor she fills up your heart. Only these tears of mine do. [POETRY/PROSE]
xvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
( ☀︎ ). ━━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐓 ❝ our love was weeping under moonlight, and weeping under sunlight. your memory slipped from my mind in spring and summer, and my memory slipped from your mind in autumn and winter.❞ 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳...
bathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces
