HER BOOK OF POETRIES
A compilation of poems that I wrote throughout the days.
Sylvia Plath Poetry is a book filled with the content of Sylvia Plath's poems. Sylvia Plath was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. Plath's work often was singled out for the intense coupling of its violent or disturbed imagery and its playful use of alliteration and rhyme.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. (Poems) Notice: This contains themes of sorrows, pain, death and suicides, if you aren't comfortable with it, please don't report, I've already warned you.
❝ I step amongst another paradise, as the amicable arms of nature engulf me. Some say it is quite unwise, to set such balanced beauty free..... ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Welcome to "Balanced Beauty" a hearty storytelling poem, which describes nature in a exquisite and mystical way. From th...
["I'm lost in a forest of thoughts and the trees are in flames."] Poems of some sort and thoughts and feelings and questions that will never be answered. Highest ranking: 73rd in poetry - 23.2.16 *cover made by @-misadventures*
❝ Giggles erupted past my mouth, Lies slithered past your tongue. Our relationship soon headed south Then the truth sung.❞ •┈••✦ 🖤 ✦••┈••┈••✦ 🖤 ✦••┈••┈••✦ 🖤 ✦••┈••┈••✦ 🖤 ✦••┈••┈••✦ 🖤 ✦•••┈••✦ 🖤 These poems capture raw human emotions in many different scena...
the kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023
Poetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.
a bottle. her heart. they have something in common. a bottle cages something inside, holds it. her heart cages the pain, the sadness, the ink. ink of black lies, betrayal, regret, the overwhelming thoughts. it bottles everything and anything, until it overflows. it bursts open, pouring out the emotions. when she open...
Self-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leaves the sadness of my soul unseen''
when you still have this tiny, tiny bit of hope inside of you that they will learn how to love you again, even if there's this bigger part that knows: they never will. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #19 in poetry 」
it's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.
❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]