ethereal; poetry
i could never do you the disservice of calling you beautiful you, my dear, are ethereal -- a collection of short poems, from a relatively tall girl
i could never do you the disservice of calling you beautiful you, my dear, are ethereal -- a collection of short poems, from a relatively tall girl
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]
It's a shame how they're considered muses and at the same time their blood taints the canvas. (#57 in poetry on 18/08/2016) All rights reserved. © DirectionerRia17
Pass the poems please, Pile them on my plate. Put them right in front of me! For I can hardly wait. To take each tangy word, To try each tasty rhyme, And when I've tried them Once or twice, I'll try them one more time. So pass the poems please, They just won't leave my head. I have to have more poems, Before I go to...
❝ If silence is golden, What is noise ? If silence is golden, What is a whisper ? If silence is golden, Why don't we treasure it more ? ❞ - F l o a t i n g T h o u g h t s A place where my beautifully weird thoughts floating around in my mind are posted. Highest rank :- #62 in Poetry Cover by :- LovemeLovemenotAG ●...
❝ Don't be scared to write in ink. Bleed your thoughts, Let it carelessly infuse Between the spaces of blank paper. ❞ - I n k e d S o u l An assortment of short poems. Highest rank :- #01 in Poetry Cover by :- LovemeLovemenotAG ● ● ● Please do not copy my work without my approval. ● ● ● Have a great day!
❝Pictures that bleed more words than your lips would ever say.❞ (#27 in poetry on 09/08/2016) [© Quotes are mine; the pictures aren't.]
It is easy to lose yourself around the bright lights if you have got dark soul. Words are masterpieces carved from the blue of our souls and sprinkled with midnight regrets. ...
Each page dyed With thoughts smeared with star dust Each verse constructed with, Meticulously chiselled sentences...✍ Drown into this mesmerizing ocean, From which, You won't want to rise whatsoever.☺ To be formal: A poet isn't a person itself. She is a pile of pages , her veins...