A Collection of Poems
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Last published Sun, May 16, 2021
So I recently found a poem that I scribbled down a couple years ago, did some serious editing, and discovered it actually wasn't half bad. My one friend actually thought it was so good that she found a poetry contest and made me write a submission. Unfortunately, 1, I can't publish it on here because it has to be unpublished, and 2, the results don't come out until the fall. However, I've gotten back into the kick of writing random poems when inspiration (or boredom) strikes and I've decided to put them on here for feedback. If you follow me for fanfiction and poetry just ain't your thing, go ahead and ignore this. I completely understand. I like to write poetry, but I hate reading it. Rather ironic, really.
Anyway, this will be randomly updated as I will be randomly writing new poems. If anyone has any requests, I'm willing to give it a shot. Even if you just give me like five words and be like "Write a poem with these five words" I'll do my best. It sounds like an interesting challenge. As long as it doesn't have to rhyme. I am incapable of writing rhyming poetry.
Anyway for the second time, enjoy and have a lovely day/night/whatever!
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