i grieve for memories, mostly.☆☆☆☆these poems are messy attempts to decipher my feelings about messy things.(also I love criticism, plz be mean
"in this world, i am as solid as silence."☆☆☆☆☆☆this is my second poem collection on here, so if you like these, check out still, none the wiser!!
- Poems by a twelve years old / written in 2016 - - - -There are a million poetry written, of all sort.This book holds poetry, that was written for a girl. A stranger, created in ones mind, hidden from the rest of the world, until now.It holds poetry written about pain, healing and love. Simple they could be, or somehow, weird and strange. But that's how she is. How she will always be.*A poetry book.*A poetry book about a stranger.*All rights reserved.*Completed.
Step into 'Ink and Insight,' where words flow freely, capturing the essence of everyday moments in lyrical form. This collection explores a variety of themes, offering poems for every mood and occasion.
Sometimes You have to close your eyesAnd pretend you're alrightTo fully understand the meaning of sadness -Me 2020EndBest Rankings have gotten:#1 in Rhyme#2 in Prose#3 in Poetry#13 in Poetrycollection
6th poetry compilation of a lot of various poems. they vary from depressive poems to happy ones. What can I say? I'm a broke college student trying to get somewhere in life.
Random poems about moments , feelings , and anything in this life!🌿🖋️
❝In the death of me, I found solace. ❞What readers say: "Starkly honest, seeing the naked soul of your own, relishing the sorrows of being alive.""A mystic poet is born!""Keep it up. Keep being alive. Keep writing."Poetry of the past of me. Lyrical verses from the mouth of Narissa.HIGHEST RANKS:#1 in Book of Poems#1 in Book of Poetry#1 in Wattys Poetry#blackopalawards2019 #blitheawards2019 #serendipityawards2019 #thelitawards2019
I could write a million poems, about this stranger,with deep blue eyes,often messy hair,A tall figure,and an expressionless face.I could write,But I'm afraid to.Because it feels like if I start,It'll take forever to stop.*A poetry collection of eyes and silent stares, written at the late hours sometimes, when all is quiet, or at the beautiful evenings, just before sunset, with noises all around me. *Cover by @Hamna20*All rights reserved.
When you're in dark times, sometimes there can be solace in not knowing what's to come.Highest rankings: #1 in freestylepoetry#29 in encouragement#29 in tomorrow#36 in uplifting
(NOT HOMOPHOBIC OR ANTI-LGBTQ+)But Ana loves girls, and loving girls in that way is wrong.
Words pent up too long could no longer be contained. One day they decided a filter wasn't going to stop them. It was the birth of an epic explosion.
Another late night kick of inspiration. I'm going for uplifting, let me know your thoughts.A poem about going through life.
A collection of short poems about a failed love, letting go and falling in love again.
Bonnie clearly remembered the day that she met him.The day that she fell for him. The day she found him.The day she got her Clyde.
A compilation of words from the deepest corners of my soul, from the simplest things in life, from fears and dreams, from love and heartbreak, and from feelings I can't fully explain, but that you might be able to relate to, or not.
Because just having a lot of poetry is never enough.Twi·light /ˈtwīˌlīt/ noun: (That magical hour:) The soft glowing light from the sky when the sun is below the horizon, caused by the refraction and scattering of the sun's rays from the atmosphere.(Completed)