a poem for feminists!
A poem based on the quote: 'real men cry'. (And I tried rhyming in a looooong time.) Thanks for reading. :) <3
Even a carpenter can't sand away the splinters in her heart, fix the broken pieces as she traces her fingers along the wooden edges of the crib.
On the Butterfly Effect.
Minute poem inspired by @mythicalrommie's prompt: "๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐."
A poem I wrote about the negative experience of growing up. Thank you for reading <3
A short poem about idk what really but it's a free-write, thank you, good morning/evening/night <3
๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐:
ELEGY written in quatrains; ๐จ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฉ-rhyme scheme, iambic pentameter. // ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ...
๐ค๐ท๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ แดสษชแดษชษดแดส ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ แดแดสาแดแดแด
There's an 88% chance you'll never look at this rhyme the same again *evil laughter*
๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐๐ช: ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
It seems like a lifetime ago, but perhaps it's because the clock stopped ticking the minute he walked out the door.
It's all fake, the claims of love Marriages made by the purest doves
A poem based on the quote: 'real men cry'. (And I tried rhyming in a looooong time.) Thanks for reading. :) <3
Even a carpenter can't sand away the splinters in her heart, fix the broken pieces as she traces her fingers along the wooden edges of the crib.
On the Butterfly Effect.
Minute poem inspired by @mythicalrommie's prompt: "๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐."
A poem I wrote about the negative experience of growing up. Thank you for reading <3
A short poem about idk what really but it's a free-write, thank you, good morning/evening/night <3
๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐:
ELEGY written in quatrains; ๐จ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฉ-rhyme scheme, iambic pentameter. // ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ...
๐ค๐ท๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ แดสษชแดษชษดแดส ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ แดแดสาแดแดแด
There's an 88% chance you'll never look at this rhyme the same again *evil laughter*
๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐๐ช: ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
It seems like a lifetime ago, but perhaps it's because the clock stopped ticking the minute he walked out the door.
It's all fake, the claims of love Marriages made by the purest doves