sorry, this isnβt my best, but itβs the first poem iβve written in a while :) hopefully thereβll be more to come!
I hope you enjoy :) I decided to have a go at a different style of formatting... what do you think?
A sweet sea once salty formed by the tears of those who never smiled.
What is poetry without beauty?
Source: https://medium.com/@caterinarossi0/the-substance-is-not-enough-8b17e18bf83b
Her wings are covered in stars
That shimmer like the Moon
Shining brighter than a thousand suns
They radiate with elegance and grace
I just wanted to put a disclaimer that I merged an old poem of mine and added few new lines. I accept criticism and anything that can help with my writing development. Have a good read <3
A poem about heartbreak, a poem about having to move on but struggling to do so, a poem about connection, a poem about uncertainty.
" Keys, headphones, wallet, phone. " I mumble in front of the door to my apartment. It's a small place in a suburban area of my hometown in East Germany.
My beautiful melancholic beach experience in the south of Italy. Calabria.
some say she was born with a broken heart, unmendable by word or deed, and now armed
I feel it creeping up my back and down to warm marrow and then up through cold bones
sorry, this isnβt my best, but itβs the first poem iβve written in a while :) hopefully thereβll be more to come!
I hope you enjoy :) I decided to have a go at a different style of formatting... what do you think?
A sweet sea once salty formed by the tears of those who never smiled.
What is poetry without beauty?
Source: https://medium.com/@caterinarossi0/the-substance-is-not-enough-8b17e18bf83b
Her wings are covered in stars
That shimmer like the Moon
Shining brighter than a thousand suns
They radiate with elegance and grace
I just wanted to put a disclaimer that I merged an old poem of mine and added few new lines. I accept criticism and anything that can help with my writing development. Have a good read <3
A poem about heartbreak, a poem about having to move on but struggling to do so, a poem about connection, a poem about uncertainty.
" Keys, headphones, wallet, phone. " I mumble in front of the door to my apartment. It's a small place in a suburban area of my hometown in East Germany.
My beautiful melancholic beach experience in the south of Italy. Calabria.
some say she was born with a broken heart, unmendable by word or deed, and now armed
I feel it creeping up my back and down to warm marrow and then up through cold bones