POETRY COLLECTION

Nanesha05

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Última publicación dom, mar 15, 2020

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Poems that I wrote once upon a time! Every poem is a different one. There is no connection.

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Blue Romantic
Tragically hopeless. Incredibly hopeful.
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When I Can't Do Anything Else
When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]
She Follows the Birds to Freedom
Just a broken soul's poetry trying to break a cage of silence.
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midnight thoughts (poetry)
• always a poet never the muse• These are the collected thoughts of an ordinary teenager who loves romanticising everything.
Blooming Words
words don't write themselves Instead, they grow and bloom in the minds of us all
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Arcadia
Spilled thoughts, letters from no one, stories of another time, another place. - || H.R. : #50 in Poetry ||
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*SCREAMING IN SILENCE*
THIS IS A BOOK FULL OF POETRY I WRITE. THESE ARE MY PURE EMOTIONS. TRIGGER WARNING (suïcide, depression, death, love, pain, childhood trauma, trauma, father issues...)
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Poetry Of You
Poems of my heart and soul.
MEMORIES, OUCH!
Once upon a time, I never thought I'd say that phrase, as stories often end with a happily ever after. But this story didn't even have an ending, and I apologize in advance for whatever happens in it. So, grab a seat and let me share my side.
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I Hate Poetry.
i'll break my own heart in remembering. (amateur poetry spanning from a very long time ago to now)

Blue Romantic

Tragically hopeless. Incredibly hopeful.

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Blue Romantic

When I Can't Do Anything Else

She Follows the Birds to Freedom

midnight thoughts (poetry)

Blooming Words

Arcadia

*SCREAMING IN SILENCE*

Poetry Of You

MEMORIES, OUCH!

I Hate Poetry.

SCREAMING IN SILENCE