The word of the day was "fire" and this theme came to mind I hope you all enjoy this poem.
Grief does not make me cry. It makes me colder than before.
A poem about how certain people live in our hearts, and inspire our art without knowing it...
I love you my precious whiskers, Smokey may you be happy in Heaven Once again I love you my baby I'm sorry I should have done better.
A poem for all the drivers of there personal vehicle or public transport your family is waiting for you get back safely 😇
A poem filled with memories and love that you share with a loved one.
Spoiler: this is a poem about remembering a loved one and talking to them about it on their deathbed or after they've already pass...
She promised, and she broke the promises, discarded me like an useless object... real story of what happened to me.
TW- death, cancer
Cancer is one of the biggest villains by far
“Death is not the opposite of Life, but a part of it.” - Haruki Murakami
In the bed of recollected ghosts, Where improbable figures fit in close
Your loved ones leave behind a figure not of your design
"In an abrupt, she heard a faint whisper from behind."
The word of the day was "fire" and this theme came to mind I hope you all enjoy this poem.
Grief does not make me cry. It makes me colder than before.
A poem about how certain people live in our hearts, and inspire our art without knowing it...
I love you my precious whiskers, Smokey may you be happy in Heaven Once again I love you my baby I'm sorry I should have done better.
A poem for all the drivers of there personal vehicle or public transport your family is waiting for you get back safely 😇
A poem filled with memories and love that you share with a loved one.
Spoiler: this is a poem about remembering a loved one and talking to them about it on their deathbed or after they've already pass...
She promised, and she broke the promises, discarded me like an useless object... real story of what happened to me.
TW- death, cancer
Cancer is one of the biggest villains by far
“Death is not the opposite of Life, but a part of it.” - Haruki Murakami
In the bed of recollected ghosts, Where improbable figures fit in close
Your loved ones leave behind a figure not of your design
"In an abrupt, she heard a faint whisper from behind."