histórias de Haiku

Vuoi un assaggio dall'Ambrosia? Vieni qui affianco a noi... Poesie per tutti i tipi di persone immaginabili. E forse anche quelli inimmaginabili. -- Copertina creata da me. Immagine usata in copertina: Circe offre la coppa a Ulisse, John William Waterhouse, 1891.

epistolary | completed rainbow confessions #1

epistolary | completed rainbow confessions #2

This is a compilation of haiku poems. So, if you love poems and words, then this might be for you. Hope you enjoy reading!

epistolary | completed rainbow confessions #3

A poetry collection written originally by the author. A collection of poems through Haikus composed of thirty (30+)pages. You'll see after you read the whole book, its not that long so... Enjoy!!! ✅ follow ✅Read ✅ Comment ✅Vote ✅Share Wattpad best ranking ⭕ #1haikupoems #10Poetry #15haiku #3 in lightinthedarkness #9 in meaningoflife #83 in darkness

A collection of poems written by my shitty self. used to be reborn Poems are arranged from old to new. Thank you for the reads and votes! 28/9/15

Atsumu was a frail kid, that escaped the orphanage and got invited to work as a secret agent. He meets another name Sakusa Kiyoomi that is carefree and dangerous. What will he do now? How will he live his life? CREDS TO THE PERSON THAT DREW THE COVER!! this fanfic is NOTHING like haikyu! The characters and the settings are NOTHING like the real series. If you dislike that, you may skip!

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

I feel the way your metaphors glow but the label that held you is gone.

poetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. "he felt a desire to investigate through poetry the subjects of pain and death" • all are written by me but are inspired by other things •⚠️possible trigger warning⚠️

yet another found edition of a Wandering Bards Compendium, following the life of the Red Vicar Maxx , and how he found family , in moss ? Will the Vicar burn his lantern bright , or will he , if but for a moment , allow something more than ash to stay in his wake. Writers note , this is part 1 of "songs sown in greene" , with editing and part 2 comming tomorrow (15th feb) , enjoy and let me know where to improve in the comments , would be greatly appreciated:)

When the mist subsided, your eyes found me again.

I wandered among the resting and found beauty where sorrow grows.

Through snow I move, but with you the world becomes an ocean to surf together.

I feel everything more than I admit.

I will stand beside you as the evidence that you were never imagined, you were always inevitable.

•Short. •True. •Love Short formed-stories reflects an authors unspoken thoughts. . . .

People stayed far from you, the rare one yet my hand brushed you, and I witnessed the fragile bliss they never saw.