Another personal poem about being a goose (foolish person) when you think you can't find happiness. Hope you enjoy. :) <3
@vkpoetry
I was given the prompt "Lap" by one of my lovely readers and I hope you all enjoy!
Empathy is dying out. A poem inspired by the prompt.
rev·e·nant
/ˈrevəˌnäN,-nənt/
noun
a person who has returned, especially supposedly from the dead.
Somewhere faraway, death echoed my name, On first day, Her smirks, As a keen blade, popped my facade,
my own version of exquisite darkness which lies within my soul - with visuals.
By: Ioana Moldovan
A poem inspired by the Angel's Fall from Heaven, as described in the book Fallen by Lauren Kate.
The wistfulness of never being able to tie loose ends, because of an unexpected passing. Everyone always thinks they have more time.
How it feels to have someone you're still in love with, break up with you.
My flesh will tell you a story, of a man filled with self loathing.
"I will forget you, I always do." What a pretty little lie.
My first entry for publishing, p-please take a look, I'll use your criticism and comments to help me edit it!!! SO please, just take a minute, and leave a comment
Writing is my escape, my freedom, it...
Read about what happens to a little girl who lets curiosity get the better of her...
A poem written by myself, and my boyfriend, Xavier. He wrote the raindrop slide, and provided me insight <3
My words bounce back like endless echoes Talking to someone who isn't around
Death, waiting since your birth.
Like a heavy rain, it pours down upon the earth.
It drenches everything it touches.
Swallowing whole countries at a time
We feed it with our fear, our bombs, and our g...
Another personal poem about being a goose (foolish person) when you think you can't find happiness. Hope you enjoy. :) <3
@vkpoetry
I was given the prompt "Lap" by one of my lovely readers and I hope you all enjoy!
Empathy is dying out. A poem inspired by the prompt.
rev·e·nant
/ˈrevəˌnäN,-nənt/
noun
a person who has returned, especially supposedly from the dead.
Somewhere faraway, death echoed my name, On first day, Her smirks, As a keen blade, popped my facade,
my own version of exquisite darkness which lies within my soul - with visuals.
By: Ioana Moldovan
A poem inspired by the Angel's Fall from Heaven, as described in the book Fallen by Lauren Kate.
The wistfulness of never being able to tie loose ends, because of an unexpected passing. Everyone always thinks they have more time.
How it feels to have someone you're still in love with, break up with you.
My flesh will tell you a story, of a man filled with self loathing.
"I will forget you, I always do." What a pretty little lie.
My first entry for publishing, p-please take a look, I'll use your criticism and comments to help me edit it!!! SO please, just take a minute, and leave a comment
Writing is my escape, my freedom, it...
Read about what happens to a little girl who lets curiosity get the better of her...
A poem written by myself, and my boyfriend, Xavier. He wrote the raindrop slide, and provided me insight <3
My words bounce back like endless echoes Talking to someone who isn't around
Death, waiting since your birth.
Like a heavy rain, it pours down upon the earth.
It drenches everything it touches.
Swallowing whole countries at a time
We feed it with our fear, our bombs, and our g...