GloPoWriMo day 18. Prompt word: profound. A prose poem of sorts and important message during this poetry writing month.
The moths have gathered || Free verse poem under 75 words in length.
Written after being fed up by the microaggressions and transphobia I faced during a stint in the local psychiatric hospital. A prose poem and the final installment in a series.
TW: Suicide implication || Based on a story between my lover and myself. I don't know what I would do without her, my sunshine.
Your thoughts as a skull on a siren’s belt. #1 in 2nd person series.
An effort of honesty to vividly convey unseen experience.
The first touch is special✨ It could be anything— holding hands or hugging someone you like for the first time🫂
Meaning of the prose poem💝
When you touch “the one”, I doubt that anyone would actual...
A prose poem inspired by my grandma and her typical outfit.
About a month ago, a friend of mine asked me what's my definition of love. What I said to that friend is quite similar to this prose poem.
Meaning of the prose poem💖
I think it'd be quite conceited...
Presents snow as a metaphor for the fleeting moments of human existence. Each snowflake represents a unique life, and the poem could delve into the idea that, like footprints in the snow, our impact i...
You might’ve heard of the phrase “Ignorance is bliss”. Well, I expressed that in terms of death. It seems dark when I put it that way but it’s actually quite refreshing😌
Meaning of the prose poem🌫✨...
And all our broken dreams laid there. Jagged edges beckoning to be put back together. But we weren’t fixers. So instead we tip-toed around them and made believe that they never shattered in the first ...
Our forever Was never
By instanceandthephrase http://jonathanpigno.com/post/159275127994/to-this-i-do-confess
The odds of autumn described in a prose poem which is melancholic in nature.
GloPoWriMo day 18. Prompt word: profound. A prose poem of sorts and important message during this poetry writing month.
The moths have gathered || Free verse poem under 75 words in length.
Written after being fed up by the microaggressions and transphobia I faced during a stint in the local psychiatric hospital. A prose poem and the final installment in a series.
TW: Suicide implication || Based on a story between my lover and myself. I don't know what I would do without her, my sunshine.
Your thoughts as a skull on a siren’s belt. #1 in 2nd person series.
An effort of honesty to vividly convey unseen experience.
The first touch is special✨ It could be anything— holding hands or hugging someone you like for the first time🫂
Meaning of the prose poem💝
When you touch “the one”, I doubt that anyone would actual...
A prose poem inspired by my grandma and her typical outfit.
About a month ago, a friend of mine asked me what's my definition of love. What I said to that friend is quite similar to this prose poem.
Meaning of the prose poem💖
I think it'd be quite conceited...
Presents snow as a metaphor for the fleeting moments of human existence. Each snowflake represents a unique life, and the poem could delve into the idea that, like footprints in the snow, our impact i...
You might’ve heard of the phrase “Ignorance is bliss”. Well, I expressed that in terms of death. It seems dark when I put it that way but it’s actually quite refreshing😌
Meaning of the prose poem🌫✨...
And all our broken dreams laid there. Jagged edges beckoning to be put back together. But we weren’t fixers. So instead we tip-toed around them and made believe that they never shattered in the first ...
Our forever Was never
By instanceandthephrase http://jonathanpigno.com/post/159275127994/to-this-i-do-confess
The odds of autumn described in a prose poem which is melancholic in nature.