A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
Poem 1 of 'the colors echo' series: red. when my anger is in dire need of a leash...
“In the lion’s den, petals fall and smiles scream.”
Mirror poetry; wishes on petals: an innovative retelling about the Mad Hatter.
'gone with the wind' - not one of my good poems but I hope you enjoy it!
I thought of this at night and wrote it down as soon as I could. Forgive me if it’s nonsensical, that’s how my mind simply is.
so freaking out of my comfort zone, and so very difficult. It was hard to pin the emotions, hard to find the right words. It can sound very abstruse and out of place so please drop down your thoughts.
This concludes the color saga, thanks everyone for your attention.
9/5/20
a poem prompt given to me by two friends
the words are "fruit, season, and rot"
It often feels as though I was never meant To be the man that I have stubbornly become;
This poem is inspired and dedicated to a very special person, of whom I had just met this year but she inspired me so much. (I am sure by the title she will know who she is)
A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
Poem 1 of 'the colors echo' series: red. when my anger is in dire need of a leash...
“In the lion’s den, petals fall and smiles scream.”
Mirror poetry; wishes on petals: an innovative retelling about the Mad Hatter.
'gone with the wind' - not one of my good poems but I hope you enjoy it!
I thought of this at night and wrote it down as soon as I could. Forgive me if it’s nonsensical, that’s how my mind simply is.
so freaking out of my comfort zone, and so very difficult. It was hard to pin the emotions, hard to find the right words. It can sound very abstruse and out of place so please drop down your thoughts.
This concludes the color saga, thanks everyone for your attention.
9/5/20
a poem prompt given to me by two friends
the words are "fruit, season, and rot"
It often feels as though I was never meant To be the man that I have stubbornly become;
This poem is inspired and dedicated to a very special person, of whom I had just met this year but she inspired me so much. (I am sure by the title she will know who she is)