Third poem on "When I saw a girl I felt like....." series
at the heart of war (for the revive haiku contest round 3 and for @innovativewingsβ contest) this is very horrible and nobody can prove me otherwise *sighs*
no love, no glory- her tragedy, his story. (written from two perspectives)
This poem is dedicated to all the girls around the world who is fighting patriarchy, misogyny, and all the odds that's pulling them behind. This poem was heavily inspired by the story of Malala Yousaf...
This time we'll enjoy together ! * PART 1 CLOSED *
A small attempt for @innovativewings's contest :p (Prompt: Melancholic season)
A poem about my deteriorating mental health while in lockdown. Hope y'all like it and I edited the background pictures by myself. For @innovativewings' contest. Prompt: lockdown
"Stygian feathers of lacquered silk."
I found myself as a goddess when I desired to be. But there was no independence in my life
short one for you all today <3
Inspired poem on a beautiful girl, waiting for her love and some metaphors are her literal words!!!
An acrostic poem about SEPTEMBER , made by me..βοΈ
For the second round , conducted by @innovativewings
One thing you can't hide , is when you're crippled from inside
-John lennon
Prompt : bereaved
Third poem on "When I saw a girl I felt like....." series
at the heart of war (for the revive haiku contest round 3 and for @innovativewingsβ contest) this is very horrible and nobody can prove me otherwise *sighs*
no love, no glory- her tragedy, his story. (written from two perspectives)
This poem is dedicated to all the girls around the world who is fighting patriarchy, misogyny, and all the odds that's pulling them behind. This poem was heavily inspired by the story of Malala Yousaf...
This time we'll enjoy together ! * PART 1 CLOSED *
A small attempt for @innovativewings's contest :p (Prompt: Melancholic season)
A poem about my deteriorating mental health while in lockdown. Hope y'all like it and I edited the background pictures by myself. For @innovativewings' contest. Prompt: lockdown
"Stygian feathers of lacquered silk."
I found myself as a goddess when I desired to be. But there was no independence in my life
short one for you all today <3
Inspired poem on a beautiful girl, waiting for her love and some metaphors are her literal words!!!
An acrostic poem about SEPTEMBER , made by me..βοΈ
For the second round , conducted by @innovativewings
One thing you can't hide , is when you're crippled from inside
-John lennon
Prompt : bereaved