sorry, this isnβt my best, but itβs the first poem iβve written in a while :) hopefully thereβll be more to come!
I hope you enjoy :) I decided to have a go at a different style of formatting... what do you think?
A sweet sea once salty formed by the tears of those who never smiled.
A poem about heartbreak, a poem about having to move on but struggling to do so, a poem about connection, a poem about uncertainty.
" Keys, headphones, wallet, phone. " I mumble in front of the door to my apartment. It's a small place in a suburban area of my hometown in East Germany.
What is poetry without beauty?
Source: https://medium.com/@caterinarossi0/the-substance-is-not-enough-8b17e18bf83b
I just wanted to put a disclaimer that I merged an old poem of mine and added few new lines.
Her wings are covered in stars
That shimmer like the Moon
Shining brighter than a thousand suns
They radiate with elegance and grace
About something unresolved quite frequently in the author's habits and felt feelings all over while writing.
some say she was born with a broken heart, unmendable by word or deed, and now armed
I feel it creeping up my back and down to warm marrow and then up through cold bones
My beautiful melancholic beach experience in the south of Italy. Calabria.
sorry, this isnβt my best, but itβs the first poem iβve written in a while :) hopefully thereβll be more to come!
I hope you enjoy :) I decided to have a go at a different style of formatting... what do you think?
A sweet sea once salty formed by the tears of those who never smiled.
A poem about heartbreak, a poem about having to move on but struggling to do so, a poem about connection, a poem about uncertainty.
" Keys, headphones, wallet, phone. " I mumble in front of the door to my apartment. It's a small place in a suburban area of my hometown in East Germany.
What is poetry without beauty?
Source: https://medium.com/@caterinarossi0/the-substance-is-not-enough-8b17e18bf83b
I just wanted to put a disclaimer that I merged an old poem of mine and added few new lines.
Her wings are covered in stars
That shimmer like the Moon
Shining brighter than a thousand suns
They radiate with elegance and grace
About something unresolved quite frequently in the author's habits and felt feelings all over while writing.
some say she was born with a broken heart, unmendable by word or deed, and now armed
I feel it creeping up my back and down to warm marrow and then up through cold bones
My beautiful melancholic beach experience in the south of Italy. Calabria.