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poem entery

Just a collection of poems..... they might be a little dark whoops lol

The Search for happiness can only be find When you fight the ashen days and leave it behind Find the light thy need Take the strength to feed Your core with happiness And sadness beneath To hold your hand and breathe Life. Poems about self discovery, love, life, me and us. Update once a week. #199 in Poetry ( 25-1-17) #175 in Poetry ( 26-3-17) #135 in Poetry ( 27-3-17) #95 in Poetry ( 29-3-17) #79 in Poetry ( 30-3-17)

A poem about summer

ADDED TO WATTPAD COFFEE COMMUNITY POPOURRI COLLECTION - 2018 Bits & Pieces. It is a collection of noodles, stories never completed, thoughts I may have from time to time. It's a dump of past 'creativity'. Have a look anytime you like and please comment in any way you see fit, adhering to common sense and good manners. The contents are not to be used in any way without my permission.

Poem , a short review on life.

For any free verse poetry I might write.

...and now my Tears turned into Words which I have stucked in my Heart for no one will see the Scars. Written by ZelleLushLife

✨Broken things can be mended with gold plated words.✨ Highest ranking : #26 in poetry. I hope you feel good as you turn the pages. Do vote !

This is my first 'book' here and I really had no clue so this title is meaningless, it's something I just came up with spontaneously and this was the peak of my creativity and it's pretty lame but the cover is nice so I don't feel like changing it. Some of the things were written when I was 14 so pardon the cringe but I believe the latter works show considerable improvement. Cover credits @Areeb_Ahmad

A poem about the beauty of summer.

》A collection of poems, mostly romance 》Highest Ranking # 35 in poetry -- 7/18/2017 》Highest Ranking # 41 in poetry -- 7/17/2017 》Highest Ranking #47 in poetry --7/15/2017 》Highest Ranking #60 in Poetry --7/14/2017 ---------- We all get bored. And sometimes, when you're bored, and when nothing occupies your thoughts, sudden memories of the past resurfaces. Memories of joy Of adventure Of exitement Of love Of friendship And everything in between. There are also those memories you would love to erase forever, but can't. Memories of sorrow Of despair Of pain Of heartbreak Of loneliness And everything in between. But you know, no matter how happy or sad these memories are, you wouldn't want to take them away given the chance. Because deep inside, we all know that these memories are a big part of what makes us who we are. Even if the pain is too much, or the joy too bliss. So here I am, a bored teen, waiting in a long line at the groceries, looking back at the past and finally spilling them into words.

❝my tears and heart started to write down their own words 'cause my hands refused to do so.❞ Highest Rank: #41 on Poetry by 7-7-17 Written by ellethetic COMPLETED

Your time's running, what will you say? What will remain untold? HR #64 in Poetry