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honeydew eyes, mulberry charades, & inarian saints. ❝ambrose like fire, sunsets, & love.❞
honeydew eyes, mulberry charades, & inarian saints. ❝ambrose like fire, sunsets, & love.❞
winter was never a sad season, we crafted it into one. (to be continued soon) [poetry] ©ethereal_quill
let me take you to the place from where you can see children's hands stretching up to the sky from the ferris wheel, let me take you to my daydreams. let me show you the world as orion sees. writing : [2021] feb 18 (2'14 pm) - july 25 (2'30 pm). posting : [2021] apr 17 (12'34 pm) - nov 19 (12'40 pm). mas ; mypoematt...
#collection 3 : open letters "aught"- anything at all ; nothing receiver's address: where our stars last crossed. sender's address: hopefully, in your thoughts. subject: welcome to aught. 18.12.20 - ongoing (slow updates) © ariettetrisdale cover credits: @Ashes_and_Dust1202
𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 &𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝑹𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 .
poetry. ❝my eyes dance across the vast sky and land on the sun as it gloriously dives its way home to the welcoming embrace of the horizon; handing over the baton to the bewitching moon.❞
winter changes a lot of things. the forest sings hymns of a frozen country, the ice shields our forgotten memories, blue seas have long to journey before they turn to mist, these are the days from an artist's messy canvas, the pine trees are covered in snow, fire-place afternoons and time that slows, the story-tales...
I'm here to tell you, the butterflies in your tummy are real. Every single person at some point of time in their life has felt it. An epiphany happens when you try to decipher and delve deeper into each feeling. The tingling sensation of those butterflies, the heaviness of the heart due to grief, the stinging pangs...
my heart whispers to me words of happiness, sadnessand despair so I write them down, turn them into poetry what about you? can you hear the whispers of your heart?
( Featured ) Heartsease - peace of mind. The one where I organize the plethora of words residing somewhere in the corner of my mind in a muddle into what we call poetry. ~ ➳ Featured on @WattpadPoetry [07-02-22] , @WattpadAnthologies [03-11-20] & @WattpadAsianFantasies [06-08-22 ] ➳ Wattpad India Awards 2020 Winner...
a collection of some of the haikus that I wrote - all rights reserved. this may not be reproduced or plagiarised.
~ There is good and bad constantly warring with each other inside you, a small voice resounds in my conscience just as my vision dips underneath the salty water, it is similar to how the land fights with the sea, the sky with gravity, the light with darkness, the fire with water. Morality is ever-changing like t...
❀ Words stuck together, making sentences sound a little better. ❀ Copyright Ⓒ 2016 by AmayaChann Highest rank reached yet. ☆ #7th In poetry 12/9/2016 ☆ ...
"Still the phoenix sits upon / The world in fearsome form, / With a crown upon her head / And the beauty of a storm." Newfound World, c. 1699: A phoenix nests on the roof of a house in a small colonial town, sending ripples throughout the community. Why is the phoenix here? Is she friend or foe? Heaven-sent or hell-b...
ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ɪ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴏɴɢ. One journey from the depths of the sea to the edges of the universe. One life that takes us in a thousand different directions yet leaves us chained as we travel. One collection of poems... to seize them all.
ocean spirit - thousands of ocean fireflies glisten as waves crash like fallen stars | Featured on Wattpad's StoriesUndiscovered List | | 1st Place in the Oasis Awards | | 1st Place in the Vintage Awards | | 1st Place in the Allen's Awards | | 2nd Place in the Phoenix Queen's Awards | | 2nd Place in the Summer Zod...
prairie dreams - a field of green, summer breeze sends, ripples across the sea, dreams perched on milkweed, flutter away
Rhyming, free verse, and haiku-like pieces. Highest ranks, #1 in Deep Poetry, #1 in Meaning of Life, #1 in Enlightenment, #1 in Conceptual.
Take my hand, come with me, I have something interesting for you to see. Poems here and poems there, Poems and books everywhere. Filled with dreams and filled with tears, Sometimes hopes and sometimes fears. So take my hand there's so much to see, Together we'll read just you and me. {All work is my own} {#1 in Poems...
These are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.
There's just something so peaceful about the late hours that brings out the creativity in me. I have had these poems in my journals and diaries for years, thought it was time somebody read them. I hope you like it..<3
A collection of dark tales and of lost happily-ever-afters. Join us as we go back to Once upon a times. Page after page, we bring you truth behind old tales modern tongues have twisted.
❝ in a world that screams a whisper goes unheard ❞ © Manahil 2017 All Rights Reserved