A poem about healing through love and companionship and new beginnings. I got the inspiration from when a butterfly was about to land on my head. XD Thank you for reading! <3 (Also, I think the Phobia...
Inspired by @clichepenname. An A-Z haiku series
A poem about falling or flying in order to succeed for the weekly prompt.
"It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly." -J.M Barrie
Freedom? Freefalling? Are we ever truly free, or are we forever doomed to live at the mercy... of someone... something...else
Asleep, I am someone else, transcendent, immortalised. That is the problem. In dreams, I melt, skin woolly and soft/loose like felt fibres slowly unravelling, until my face is a cotton candy blur. I ...
My first attempt at a Naani poem. Thank you @mysterygirl160 for introducing me to this beautiful form. For those like me who are worn out by what's happened on Commaful and the U.S. election.
Hurry Hurry you have no time
Hide away before the others find
And steal away the happiness you worked for
So she ducks and ducks until she can soar
-Don’t know if I cheated but like they didn’t spe...
I always dreamt of flying. Indeed, I always enjoyed jumping. As a child, I often tried to jump out of windows.
Sometimes I would like to fly, but can I fly?
A little villanelle poem about the airport before getting onto your flight for the daily prompt. A little bittersweet, yet exciting, ngl. Hope you enjoy!:)
A poem about healing through love and companionship and new beginnings. I got the inspiration from when a butterfly was about to land on my head. XD Thank you for reading! <3 (Also, I think the Phobia...
Inspired by @clichepenname. An A-Z haiku series
A poem about falling or flying in order to succeed for the weekly prompt.
"It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly." -J.M Barrie
Freedom? Freefalling? Are we ever truly free, or are we forever doomed to live at the mercy... of someone... something...else
Asleep, I am someone else, transcendent, immortalised. That is the problem. In dreams, I melt, skin woolly and soft/loose like felt fibres slowly unravelling, until my face is a cotton candy blur. I ...
My first attempt at a Naani poem. Thank you @mysterygirl160 for introducing me to this beautiful form. For those like me who are worn out by what's happened on Commaful and the U.S. election.
Hurry Hurry you have no time
Hide away before the others find
And steal away the happiness you worked for
So she ducks and ducks until she can soar
-Don’t know if I cheated but like they didn’t spe...
I always dreamt of flying. Indeed, I always enjoyed jumping. As a child, I often tried to jump out of windows.
Sometimes I would like to fly, but can I fly?
A little villanelle poem about the airport before getting onto your flight for the daily prompt. A little bittersweet, yet exciting, ngl. Hope you enjoy!:)