Old Soul, New Bones: A Gathering of Thoughts
Simple poetry, nothing more.
That's the thing with being the quiet girl, only papers know what I say. Part I of The Zeros. | was featured | #3 in poetry |
Between sunsets and sunrises are a bunch of poems that may mean nothing or may mean everything. Between sunsets and sunrises I am not afraid of the dark, I am fond of it. Part II of The Zeros. Made it to the wattys shortlist!
Years ago, Stranded in a place where the mountains touch the sky, Stuck in a seat between space and time In a metal bird that couldn't fly, I met a woman with heavy, chocolate eyes... --------- Please enjoy this book of poems, an ongoing collection of my poetic rambles about everything between daily observations and d...
The boy who has Good accent, Hazel eyes, Manly voice and Plays the piano Knows how to play On my heart, too ... This is a collection of my poems. The book is not edited. [14/9/2017] #6 in poetry [25/5/2017] #9 in poetry [15/4/2017] #18 in poetry. Copyright © Eman Hany Poet : EMAN HANY
As the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
A collection of poems written by me, most are true events from my life; others are things I imagine
❝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 ]
❝don't play with my feelings.❞ a collection of short poems and quotes. ✨ #9 in poetry [12/02/18]
Sieve through the words of my bleeding heart , dodge the arrows of my anguish and devour the pages that set my heart on fire. Words written over the years by a child dealing with mental health issues. Now words written by a woman living through her mental health issues. Depression and anxiety can be crushing but l hav...
take a long, good look into my healing heart and melodrama mind. breathe in my sweet, scented words and hold them close to your bleeding, scaly skeleton aching for emotion; they'll cradle your aching soul and sing mellow lullabies you've never even heard of. stand back and delve into my hideous self: take my broken, f...
"why are all my poems about you?" {highest is #3 in poetry} {cover by @wallflower_r} {completed}
"I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still." - Sylvia Plath ( All Rights Reserved) NO COPYRIGHT in any way shape or form. Must have written consent from me. Only quote if you give credit ❤️ Some featured photos aren't mine⚠️