For the NAP contest, “There was a girl, soft as a dove, who tore into the world with barely a cry. Soft curls, big eyes, and black skin.”
this poem discusses on how we hope so much for an outcome but it doesn't go as planned.
The nonsensical story of a young man named Bert and of his weird dog.
This is my entry for the “Didn’t Go As Planned” contest. Also, it’s my first attempt at limerick writing and I know it’s not perfe...
This is the modern version of the fairytale Cinderella, which is a reality nowadays.
"He probably didn't plan to hurt the protesters" " he didn't mean to kill that boy"
You think of everything you could have been when you break up...but it’s not what you COULD have been, it’s what you were.
not everything happens to how it was supposed to be....
This is also dedicated to those who have lost a part of their joy
If things just go as planned, then falling in love wouldn't be the issue.
I wrote this poem when I was waiting for my turn at my therapist cabinet Because I' ll never tell him
I found myself standing at a train station, surrounded by a blinding mist, I hardly remembered anything from before, as if my memories didn't exist.
A trip goes horribly wrong as the cracks in my mental health start to show.
Source: http://wanderingbipolarbear.com/2020/07/04/example-post-3/
For the NAP contest, “There was a girl, soft as a dove, who tore into the world with barely a cry. Soft curls, big eyes, and black skin.”
this poem discusses on how we hope so much for an outcome but it doesn't go as planned.
The nonsensical story of a young man named Bert and of his weird dog.
This is my entry for the “Didn’t Go As Planned” contest. Also, it’s my first attempt at limerick writing and I know it’s not perfe...
This is the modern version of the fairytale Cinderella, which is a reality nowadays.
"He probably didn't plan to hurt the protesters" " he didn't mean to kill that boy"
You think of everything you could have been when you break up...but it’s not what you COULD have been, it’s what you were.
not everything happens to how it was supposed to be....
This is also dedicated to those who have lost a part of their joy
If things just go as planned, then falling in love wouldn't be the issue.
I wrote this poem when I was waiting for my turn at my therapist cabinet Because I' ll never tell him
I found myself standing at a train station, surrounded by a blinding mist, I hardly remembered anything from before, as if my memories didn't exist.
A trip goes horribly wrong as the cracks in my mental health start to show.
Source: http://wanderingbipolarbear.com/2020/07/04/example-post-3/