[🌟Featured by CoffeeCommunity in #Cappuccino; by PsychologicalNovel in #Poetic Penumbra; by WattpadPoetry in #Stygian Skies (Dark)] From, The only copyright owner of this art. To, The only comrades who pursue my spirit. Sub : A short ideology of what it's all about. Hello gentle souls, This work contains my world of...
A collection of poems grown from myth and mind. Gods, monsters, and mortal men in a variety of poetic forms. Narratives and allegories as deeply rooted in the psyches of modern humanity, as in the civilizations that planted those seeds. Songs from deep within our souls to celebrate and lament, to reflect and to heed. ...
"This is the bridge where torn hearts go - / Into the depths, they overthrow." Words of mischance and mortality | A poetry collection that acknowledges the darker side of human experience (death, dismay, disaster) but offers notes of resilience and resolution. Verses may be psychological, philosophical or political in...
She stared deep into space and went into her own world. That's when her thoughts became alive, swirling around in an array of metaphors, similies, alliteration and more. The teenage girl wanted to share this. From there her thoughts became poetry.
Poetries of love, Romance, Depression, life, joy, hatred, anger, death...all in one. Words on paper that struck my heart with emotions... allowing tears to drop...like rain from above... making my cheeks soak from tears...with an inevited need... of a soft gauze-like cotton. Wet poetry❣️❣️
Some everyday musings and poems! Third place winner in «Write On Contest 2020». Third place winner in «The Poetry Award 2020». Second place winner in «Poetry Dreams Awards 2019» with «Provider of hope». All the limericks have been moved to "My Book of Limericks"
A collection of poems about the ills and seemingly abnormalities of the world we live in. What does life entail? The dark side of the world that pierces mankind. Third place in the official awards
The sound of rain pattering against my brow, Left me nothing but unease in the soft air. The slimy fresh water dripping down my sparkling face, Showed me no kindness in the waters of salt. For I cannot any longer feel the refreshing cool of that water, But only the grinding salt on my skin. Here, in my oceans, I sin...
Here is a set of my signature poems💯. Little pieces of my thoughts🌠. Hope you love them❤.