A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
This is about how memories fade over time i think lol. This is also the sequel to yesterdays poem :)
On the Butterfly Effect.
Minute poem inspired by @mythicalrommie's prompt: "𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎."
𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘:
ELEGY written in quatrains; 𝑨𝑩𝑨𝑩-rhyme scheme, iambic pentameter. // 𝘈 𝘓𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘳...
#3 in my Phobia Series.
A very short piece on 'chronophobia', inspired by recent events such as the Sudanese massacre with a message at the end. (#BlueForSudan.) Thank you for reading. <3
A collection of poems based on hope and despair, for @hayha's prompt #5. A bit lengthy... 😅
If you enjoyed these pieces, give them a thumbs up and let me know your thoughts in the comments. I love h...
Lost syllables, lost love letters, swept away into a coma of endless time.
Time will keep robbing from us until we are simply strangers once again...
It seems like there's simply no way to forget you.
I find it best to learn one's lessons but not dwell in the past any longer than necessary in order to keep moving onwards!
When one allows to be forgotten, it could mean they've forgiven
A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
This is about how memories fade over time i think lol. This is also the sequel to yesterdays poem :)
On the Butterfly Effect.
Minute poem inspired by @mythicalrommie's prompt: "𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎."
𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘:
ELEGY written in quatrains; 𝑨𝑩𝑨𝑩-rhyme scheme, iambic pentameter. // 𝘈 𝘓𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘳...
#3 in my Phobia Series.
A very short piece on 'chronophobia', inspired by recent events such as the Sudanese massacre with a message at the end. (#BlueForSudan.) Thank you for reading. <3
A collection of poems based on hope and despair, for @hayha's prompt #5. A bit lengthy... 😅
If you enjoyed these pieces, give them a thumbs up and let me know your thoughts in the comments. I love h...
Lost syllables, lost love letters, swept away into a coma of endless time.
Time will keep robbing from us until we are simply strangers once again...
It seems like there's simply no way to forget you.
I find it best to learn one's lessons but not dwell in the past any longer than necessary in order to keep moving onwards!
When one allows to be forgotten, it could mean they've forgiven