Loosely inspired by ๐ฑ๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐
๐๐'๐ โ๐ป๐๐ ๐ช๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐
โ. "๐๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ค๐ต ๐ถ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ."
๐ฅ1st P...
๐ฅ ๐
๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐๐ซ of @astraeus โPoetry Contestโ; ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ผ๐ฟ๐: ๐ธ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐. โ๐๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐๐บ๐ฃ๐ช๐ญ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐโ ๐ข ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต. ๐ โ ๐ง๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ช๐ฅ๐บ๐ญ๐ญ...
A collaboration between @hayha and I based off of the word "Hiraeth" which means longing for a home that you never knew or one that ceased to exist. Hope you enjoy!
Short poems are the only kind of poems I seem to be able to write.
Three years ago, it was the day before her wedding
*Sequal to "Is Honesty the Best Policy?" So I'd suggest reading that first if you haven't already*
Consumed by wanderlust, and my internal struggle with it.
The journey of self discovery through the trials of life - traveling inward.
Gracefully and beautifully, she tenderly cured my wounds.
From https://wayfarerpoet.blogspot.com/
A new semester begins in my daily HUMSS life and one of my subjects, Creative Writing, requires to write short stories weekly. I decide to share it and some future stories that I will made in Commaful...
I walk side by side these no name sojourners. But we're not home yet. No, we're not home yet.
A poem based on my incoherent, depressive ramblings.
I also haven't written a poem with a rhyme scheme in ages wooo!
If peopleโs mind were like landscapes, His mind would be a forest.
Loosely inspired by ๐ฑ๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐
๐๐'๐ โ๐ป๐๐ ๐ช๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐
โ. "๐๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ค๐ต ๐ถ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ."
๐ฅ1st P...
๐ฅ ๐
๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐๐ซ of @astraeus โPoetry Contestโ; ๐ฟ๐๐พ๐ผ๐ฟ๐: ๐ธ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐. โ๐๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐๐บ๐ฃ๐ช๐ญ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐโ ๐ข ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต. ๐ โ ๐ง๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ช๐ฅ๐บ๐ญ๐ญ...
A collaboration between @hayha and I based off of the word "Hiraeth" which means longing for a home that you never knew or one that ceased to exist. Hope you enjoy!
Short poems are the only kind of poems I seem to be able to write.
Three years ago, it was the day before her wedding
*Sequal to "Is Honesty the Best Policy?" So I'd suggest reading that first if you haven't already*
Consumed by wanderlust, and my internal struggle with it.
The journey of self discovery through the trials of life - traveling inward.
Gracefully and beautifully, she tenderly cured my wounds.
From https://wayfarerpoet.blogspot.com/
A new semester begins in my daily HUMSS life and one of my subjects, Creative Writing, requires to write short stories weekly. I decide to share it and some future stories that I will made in Commaful...
I walk side by side these no name sojourners. But we're not home yet. No, we're not home yet.
A poem based on my incoherent, depressive ramblings.
I also haven't written a poem with a rhyme scheme in ages wooo!
If peopleโs mind were like landscapes, His mind would be a forest.