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.
I walk side by side these no name sojourners. But we're not home yet. No, we're not home yet.
If peopleโs mind were like landscapes, His mind would be a forest.
Wanderlust souls and dreamers like me may be be able to relate to this....we have many wishes, wishes that would never come true, but when we are alone we do dream about them or atleast i do. :P
The way she survived was like poetry So sad, but yet beautiful in the saddest way
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.
I walk side by side these no name sojourners. But we're not home yet. No, we're not home yet.
If peopleโs mind were like landscapes, His mind would be a forest.
Wanderlust souls and dreamers like me may be be able to relate to this....we have many wishes, wishes that would never come true, but when we are alone we do dream about them or atleast i do. :P
The way she survived was like poetry So sad, but yet beautiful in the saddest way