"Just let yourself be free cause even 'broken wings' can fly away!!"🕊 You shot and I fall but I promise I will rise. Rise above you and rise above all with my broken wings ------------------- So friends let's set on a poetic journey Of flying in the sky with broken wings. })i({ })i({ })i({ --------------- #2= happy poems 😂😂 #7= poembook #10= poetrycollection #1= poetical 🌟🌟🌟featured on wp_poetry🌟🌟🌟 🏅winner = blossom awards 🏅Simple awards 🥈Golden arrow awards[2019] 🏅Best Poetry book = Winter zodiac awards 2020 •••••• ❌❌DO NOT COPY.❌❌ PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME. PLZ DON'T COPY ANY OF MY WORKS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION Similarity to any work is merely a coincidence. ● Pictures used are not mine. Copyrights @nira014 All rights reserved ©2018nira014

Abstract poetry for abstract people. - Cover art commissioned from Pam Steenwijk (st-pam). Contact the artist at pam_steenwijk@hotmail.com

she was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended | a collection of my poetry i've been writing from middle school to high school. excuse the superficial, repetitive, or cliche writing :,) i was like 12 when i started this. one of my most cherished pieces. treat it kindly please. -vee.

Poems, mostly. Love, sometimes. Me, always. Cover: Monica Carvalho

And suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul

i loved you then, i love you now and i think i always will. an anthology dedicated to him ✨

A collection of random poems about anything and everything.

A collection of poems I've written

Poetry for The weary, for the undecided and "can't hide it" for the somedays and will be's for the love struck and the newbies. These words will flood your mind with inspiration, how to learn to forgive, and love. Not just someone else but yourself.

"Call me sir" he demanded. "What?" I heard it correct yet asked again to make sure did I hear correct? "Don't your thick head get things at once?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows without moving his gaze from mine. No way I am going to call him sir. Thick head! It's the second time he told that. What does he think of himself? I cleared my throat and spoke. "Firstly, I'm not going to call you sir. I'm not your slave to do so. And secondly, I don't have a thick head." I protested. "Slave? Seeing a word by its abbreviation." He quirked a brow. "Your thick head has a little knowledge in it." This time he inched more close while the corner of his perfect lips shifted to a smirk. Move back, Mister! "Yes, I do see a word by its meaning," I said, trying not to fall in his gaze. (S.I.R = Slave - I - Remain) He got closer and closer and stooped near my ear while keeping his hands on the table, either side of me. I could feel his lips brushing against my earlobe when he spoke in a low deep voice. "If you don't, I'll cancel this deal." 'No! I can't let this happen.' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am either drown into the deep green sea or flew up into the bright blue sky, for sure I was lost in his blue-green eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time marched by days into months and months into a year. Everything in my life has changed but one thing remains the same. Years ago I would've never pictured my life the way it is now.