she is art;
love in all of my senses.
she who loves, nurtures and protects us at every phase of our lives - she who is our saviour.
your love soothes my soul
and lingers in my heart
she's as beautiful
as the sunset.
she will emerge
out of her chrysalis
and unfold her
wings of freedom.
one day, i will find you and that day everything will make sense.
~ poem of the year (2020) golden comma awards
you be the artist
and make me
I have a serious question... What's the deal with Commaful?
for the daily prompt, i figured why not?
((greatly dislike this one, but hey, didnt have anything else to post :')
I carry the cosmos on my bruised fingertips; its chaos lovingly bleeds into me.
For all those poets who are here, Even if you don't get so much likes or follows You should be happy because you write for yourself to express your feelings in a piece of paper... ❤
I look beneath the universe, Whirling like a cosmogyral...
Why do I write? For fortune and fame?
I never used to call myself a poet...
Many great poets have come very far because of their famous poems. Now, the world has changed, and they are no longer remembered.
This is kind of confession. What I can't say, I write.
I'm not going to abandon you so you can stop trying to tell me I should.