A collaboration of forty-two on interconnecting thoughts, emotions, and journeys! Enjoy!
"They know war
like a mother's gaze."
(TW) This might be a heavy poem for some, but it's about the lowest of humanity, based on the attack on an Afghan maternity ward. Thank you for reading x
A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
Three haikus I wrote about people I have met in the past. Thank you for reading :) <3
#9 in my Phobia Series. A poem inspired by a book and about 'metathesiophobia'. Thank you for reading. <3
Beautiful and broken just like me. I sensed it as soon as I met him. 🖤
A poem about humanity, inspired by a humanitarian crisis. Thank you for reading and please check the links in the comments! <3
A scientific and poetic view on why love and affection is imperative for human development and survival. Warning: mentions of death and mental illness.
Sources: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/a...
I look outside and it hurts what I see, It's sickening to realize it's all real.
"He knew my palm like the salt of the earth."
A poem about love, familiarity, comfort and the need for human contact. Thank you for reading! <3
Put down the swords and fight with warmth against the spite
A collaboration of forty-two on interconnecting thoughts, emotions, and journeys! Enjoy!
"They know war
like a mother's gaze."
(TW) This might be a heavy poem for some, but it's about the lowest of humanity, based on the attack on an Afghan maternity ward. Thank you for reading x
A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
Three haikus I wrote about people I have met in the past. Thank you for reading :) <3
#9 in my Phobia Series. A poem inspired by a book and about 'metathesiophobia'. Thank you for reading. <3
Beautiful and broken just like me. I sensed it as soon as I met him. 🖤
A poem about humanity, inspired by a humanitarian crisis. Thank you for reading and please check the links in the comments! <3
A scientific and poetic view on why love and affection is imperative for human development and survival. Warning: mentions of death and mental illness.
Sources: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/a...
I look outside and it hurts what I see, It's sickening to realize it's all real.
"He knew my palm like the salt of the earth."
A poem about love, familiarity, comfort and the need for human contact. Thank you for reading! <3
Put down the swords and fight with warmth against the spite