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well... i took the cover photograph
random teenage emotions!! yay! all poems are about bri unless otherwise stated❤️
A collection of acrostic poems I was inspired to write by @1137xyz. She writes a similar(also a far more better) collection "Just Acrostics". "An acrostic poem is a type of poetry where the first, last or other letters in a line spell out a particular word or phrase. The most common and simple form of an acrostic poem...
a place for all that japanese poetry i love so much and plan to write lots of 221017 - (and suddenly this is not only a japanese poetry collection anymore)
Taste my desire for life and love, adventure and honesty, on my chapped lips and tongue. Drink from me, the light of unseen tomorrows. Empty me of all that I made myself of; what I think I am. I am a huge zap between reality and imagination. Bridge me already. **** Highest ranking in Poetry-#12 ©VioletEden2015
A bit of an lol - a comedy about a favourite Doctor of mine!! :o)
This is a collection of poems which I wrote in my school days. It's been a long time since I left writing and now I want to write again but for that I will have to re-discover the passion for writing and I think that I should compile all my poems and make it a book as these poems are the ones I wrote while growing up...
This is a book of poem which contains poems with different thoughts in various forms.I hope you enjoy reading. THANKS A LOT for this beautiful cover Dev :) @m_the_sparkle © Lakshya Khare All Rights Reserved.
Sunshine and butterflies and a lonely girl with no hope, running barefooted among the clover only to mope Sunshine overhead and butterflies fluttering all around, all she could see is sorrow as she tumbled to the ground.
. {Lurking in the shadows, dancing in the dark, evil minds taken by the simplest spark } A sequel to the first collection 'My Stars'. This is dedicated to those lurking shadows who haven't yet stepped into the light. -under construction-
Here is a poem about someone who likes the moonlight. There isn't much more to say so I'd better say, "Bye."
A poem about a girl that is inside in the mirror , got trapped herself in the mirror. She is having a great pain inside her , ( and you can relate "inside her" as the mirror).
A poem I wrote when my grandma died. Her name was Doris Elmer, and I loved her very much. Rest In Peace, grandma!!!
. { My stars, in jars, along with stars } Every star in this jar I call my heart, holds my scars. The only way to tell you about each and every star, is by sharing it in a form of a poem. This is my collection of poems. All the poems of which you may read, are all written by me, comi...