Artofpoetry hikaye

Not all thoughts fade. Some echo. Some haunt. And some turn into poetry.

Have you ever wondered what it's like to be dead, without the belief of the concept of heaven and hell? Same. Read my thoughts about it through this poem.

im a poet/artist/writer/singer/songwriter and i wanna share my works, mostly my poetry here!

This is a book with a bunch of poetry I wrote. I don't write poetry very often but when I do I'll post it here :) All the poetry I feel comfortable sharing will be here. I am far from good but I do enjoy writing it and I'd like to get better at it so feedback would be appreciated <3 Most of the poems are in English, some are in dutch. Enjoy reading! Dit is een boek met wat gedichten die ik heb geschreven. Ik schrijf niet zo vaak gedichten maar als ik het doe dan post ik ze hier :) Alle gedichten waarvan ik me comfortable genoeg voel te delen zijn hier. Ik ben niet bepaald goed maar ik vind het leuk ze te schrijven en ik zou er graag beter in willen worden dus feedback zou fijn zijn <3 De meeste gedichten zijn in het Engels, sommige in het Nederlands. Veel plezier met lezen!

haikus made for you. Made during the nights/ early morning hours wherein I found myself unable to sleep. Apparently because my mind's on overdrive and was overflowing with various ideas. Enjoy! with love, JC xx

words are power never forget your words. prose and poetry some are fantastical some are born out of harsh realities all for the love of literature 🌼

A collection of short poems that will be updated

Let your heart beat, Your eyes open, Your soul fly, And your imagination navigate. For every line is garish, Every rhythm we pluck, Every word we whisper, And every poem we cherish. ****** These poems and random thoughts are truly written by my heart. I hope you would love it as you voyage through the words that satisfy and touch your soul ❤. Merci! ❤

The art of poetry. Interpret these as you will. Thank you to all, blessed be. If you have any ideas or concerns or wish to converse with me, please contact me.

The poems of a caged voice, waiting fo freedom.