My poems
These are my poems I wrote from my heart.
I'm not going to be the girl that waits for the guy. No I'm not going to stop my life for that. I'm not going to be the girl that sits down and cries and refuses to go on. No I'm not going to let life get to me like that. I'm not going to be that girl that claims that I know every step, dance, move that life has. No...
this is where I'm gonna put the poems I made. This is only a way for me to release my feelings. I am not writing so that you can criticize me.
prod·i·gal /ˈprädəɡəl/ noun a person who leaves home and behaves in such a way, but later makes a repentant return
❝you are my cloud nine.❞ [a collection of poetry and prose in verse- its sole purpose to make that wonderful smile of yours appear.]
Greetings stranger, you who reads, and to all you strangers, who listen and heed. I have a problem running on the loose, but first off I'll introduce myself as Dr. Suess. Okay, no I'm not, but we rhyme alike, and I have a challenge that you must solve tyke. Well here is the question: who am I? I'll give you some clues...
This is only a small selection of Windswept The full collection is due for publication by Outerbank Publishing Group very shortly. It can be pre ordered at http://www.outerbankpublishing.com/store/#/Windswept-Poems-of-Love/p/53782074/category=14187005 A collection of spiritual poetry of the heart.
It was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51
Why do muslim women wear the hijab? Prepare to be taken through a short journey, as I explain why.
My second 'major' poetry book following on from 'I Don't Think You Know'. It's time for a change, a new year and all, so enjoy this new poetry collection. (I hope!) #125 Poetry
Here you'll find my jumbled mess of a brain's way of showing you just how completely ridiculous it is. These are the thoughts my head just can't seem to let go of, so this more like little collection of poems/ideas/things I can't seem to stop thinking about. It's is my way of trying to organize my ideas in a way that...
It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.
And I was selfishly hoping that you'd see me. Amazing, awesome, beautiful, perfect cover made by the even more amazing Perspective_ . Check out her works!! (She is an amazing writer!!)
The brave knight Sir Kay goes off looking for more dragons to slay, but when he finds one, things don't go quite as expected...
Exhilarating, heart-wrenching, intriguing, isloating and .... Feel it all happen here. Poems filled with emotion some leaving you shocked, others just lost. These moments are all different, felt deep down and experinced by many others. These moments are now memories which for others were a time of break down, happines...
One day I was really upset about something and for some reason I decided to grab a pen and paper and when I finished what I had scribbled down I was like, "hey, that could be a poem." Weird, I know right? That's how I began this whole poetry thing (without being forced to by teachers). A little while later I posted it...