A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
A poem about the act of femininity and womanhood. Thank you for reading! <3
rev·e·nant
/ˈrevəˌnäN,-nənt/
noun
a person who has returned, especially supposedly from the dead.
Don't really have a fitting description for this so... Read to find out :P
Feedback is always much appreciated 💜
“Ember amber, do not condone — o’ bare bruises fire!”
A villanelle for @wafflecatz ‘s “Fire Contest” on the prompt ‘Ashes’.
A short seasonal poem, about nature's very own winter ballet...
they let me die.. you made me reborn. (first handwritten poem! photography skills might be atrocious haha)
Life is all about maturing. At some point, we'll have to leave behind our past self behind. Even so, its hard to say goodbye...😊
That empowering moment when we finally find a reason to live...
I have a spoken word version of this poem on my YouTube channel: https://youtu.be/yFeDjR4QW4M
As dust becomes what was once ash. Memories of old slowly fade in the past.
A song of resurrection and redemption through Christ. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading. God is good!
I hold out hope that things will change, that when I look on the past I won’t be touched by pain. I take with me a joy, a chance to live a life of truth. Rewrite myself in peaceful poetry, resolve mys...
A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
A poem about the act of femininity and womanhood. Thank you for reading! <3
rev·e·nant
/ˈrevəˌnäN,-nənt/
noun
a person who has returned, especially supposedly from the dead.
Don't really have a fitting description for this so... Read to find out :P
Feedback is always much appreciated 💜
“Ember amber, do not condone — o’ bare bruises fire!”
A villanelle for @wafflecatz ‘s “Fire Contest” on the prompt ‘Ashes’.
A short seasonal poem, about nature's very own winter ballet...
they let me die.. you made me reborn. (first handwritten poem! photography skills might be atrocious haha)
Life is all about maturing. At some point, we'll have to leave behind our past self behind. Even so, its hard to say goodbye...😊
That empowering moment when we finally find a reason to live...
I have a spoken word version of this poem on my YouTube channel: https://youtu.be/yFeDjR4QW4M
As dust becomes what was once ash. Memories of old slowly fade in the past.
A song of resurrection and redemption through Christ. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading. God is good!
I hold out hope that things will change, that when I look on the past I won’t be touched by pain. I take with me a joy, a chance to live a life of truth. Rewrite myself in peaceful poetry, resolve mys...