Some ideas which caressed my mind and now are written as poems. A wisp of air on a summer day, A Bone of salvation for a dog stray, Give this poem a fair chance,what do you say? Cover by @JariaMirza14 🥇 in special categories,best blurb in poetry,in the floret awards. 🥇 in the upcoming writers awards for poetry. 🥇...
Love letters to him, is just my attempt at vocalising all the thoughts that I wish I could say to him. It's me trying to be poetic and romantic and failing mostly. To everyone who has fallen in love, and detested it; This is my piece to you.
When something tragic happens it's often said we lose a piece of ourselves. How far would you go to find these lost parts of yourself in order to be whole again? **This book is for the Open Novella Contest 2020. Welp, we made it onto the longlist, which is like getting the bronze award. Not too bad for a first draft a...
Poetry can give an insight to the soul of the writer. Or the reader. Poetry can touch on the feelings you don't want to admit to, and those you wish you could celebrate. On life. On time. On what it is to be you. Here's Pieces of Me, a poetic introspective that connects us all. Praise for Pieces of Me. "Beautifully wr...
𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮) 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 /anthologies of prose and poems/
May the sea bring us back. Book 3 of my first poetry series For more books like this, follow @Licornesses.
"i live not here, but in dreams of where i could be." in which the thoughts rise from the bottom and reveal themselves in a way that i am still captured by its beauty of being stuck in insanity yet growing up only to bloom into a flower it never thought it could be.
Highest ranking #72 in poetry. silence was mine. Sparklingly eyes and fake smile. Normal they thought. But my insanity wasn't mine to wear... It was an infestation of the mind... A disease to my own existence. A torment to my own soul. The thoughts that run through a silent mind. Madness ... Craziness ... They were al...
Poetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartbreaks made her heart what it is now. Whatever her heart is now.m She...
a collection of my poetry...it is surely not a master piece but a good one I anticipate........
Simple poems of my own Feel free to correct it if it had any mistakes Don't forget to comment, vote & share
