FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING
I am his siren, and I sing out for him; FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING is a collection of poetry. © 2017-2018 ally maková, all rights reserved.
I am his siren, and I sing out for him; FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING is a collection of poetry. © 2017-2018 ally maková, all rights reserved.
Highest ranking in poetry collection: #14 on 3/18/19 Highest ranking in poetry contest: #27 on 3/30/19 Highest ranking in letter challenge #2 on 10/14/19 These are a series of letter type poems, I have been writing, not to any human in specific. I was originally inspired by the Dear Simon letters, and decided to do a...
words that drizzles, falls, and showers like raindrops through me but doesn't fall visibly.
HIGHEST ACHIEVEMENTS #1 in experience #1 in expressions #1 in expressyourself #1 in latenightthoughts #1 in reality #1 in thoughs and feelings #1 in poet #1 in expressions - #2 in thoughts and feelings #2 in poet The ABC Collection-BOOK 1
sometimes the random things that come out of your mouth can be quite beautiful c. commicle 2016
when you still have this tiny, tiny bit of hope inside of you that they will learn how to love you again, even if there's this bigger part that knows: they never will. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #19 in poetry 」
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 [/𝘄əː𝗱/] n., plural noun: words express (something spoken or written) in particular words. 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 [/𝗹ʌ𝘃/] n., an intense feeling of deep affection. © 𝗭𝗮𝘆𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟵.
lo·cu·tion ləˈkyo͞oSH(ə)n/ (n.) " a particular form of expression;" 《 a collection of poems and prose. 》 highest rank - #7 in Poetry ♡ #3 in Prose ♡
A Poetic series. . With Every passing breath, I sink even deeper into a pool of my own darkness. . *Whispers* "Not your usual poetry"
Welcome to the completely random assortment of Shower Thoughts~ Nobody really reads descriptions, but if you are, hi and welcome! Thank you for deciding to come read my book :) I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it. __________ (PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING: None of these Shower Thoughts are from my o...
Just little props (poems/songs) I've written to open the eyes. *I don't own any of the media work (art, etc)
War breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said here. STARTED: The second of January, 2018 COMPLETED: The sixteenth...
Poetry These are the things that pop in my head The things that end up going bump in the night No some of it won't make sense And may not seem to go in order But that's just the way the mind works Randomness all the time It's more like dairy of daily thoughts
Sophia Lane is the queen of oversized sweaters and perfectly brewed cups of coffee. She's beautiful and delicate and so painfully misunderstood, but her innocent stare holds a savory secret. She's unforgivably and irrevocably in love with her European Literature Professor. ...
it's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.
at 1 past 1 in the am when the world is falling apart what would you think about?
When the sun sets and they can't see me, can they hear me? * * || "Poetry" by an invisible girl. || * * * Highest Ranks: #6 in poetry [8/26/20] #11 in poetry [3/10/17] #10 in poems [12/23/2022] #1 in poems [08/03/2024] * * *Art posted in this book is drawn by me, they should not be used for any other purposes than th...
he was made of a solar substance so splendid and sumptuous that ethereal stars envied his everlasting existence
A compilation of short poems and quotes written by yours truly. Highest: #1 in poetry All Rights Reserved © John Schorwinson 2017 Marvellous cover made by @soundthealarm
a collection of poetry written by a 17 year old finally starting to heal herself instead
"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016
She's a teardrop. She's the wind. She's the summer, and the winter. She's the cold coffee. She's everything, and, at the same time, she's nothing.
poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry