A free verse poem about music and the symphony of a soul, on prompt: delight. Hope you enjoy! :D <3
A terrific tanka collaboration with @skye on the majesty of the morning. Enjoy!
Can your hear that symphony? Poetry Form: Vers Beaucoup.
~Follow the sound of my voice~
Thank you @imagianrywriter for collabrating with me π
Are You Ever Going To See The Ending Of Your Great Unfinished Symphony? -This Is Directed For A Close Friend, And You Know Who You Are.
If she must be depressed At least make it to a good soundtrack
Life is a lot like a symphony. Some parts of it are really hard to play, others quite easy, and some parts that are slow. Sometimes you get tired of writing your symphony, and you just want to end it....
His lips carefully brushed against mine, so slow... so gentle... so plush. There were no sparks, as they describe it in poems. No fireworks or explosions. It was a soft ballad. An intricately composed...
Hi, so itβs 1:30 in the morning and Iβm wondering why Iβm still up- I should probably go to bed nowπ΄
Life is a fantasy within reality, presenting impossible feats but keeping it real. π·π¬οΈπͺοΈπ
a big book sits on my desk today / the pages are stained and the edges are frayed
A free verse poem about music and the symphony of a soul, on prompt: delight. Hope you enjoy! :D <3
A terrific tanka collaboration with @skye on the majesty of the morning. Enjoy!
Can your hear that symphony? Poetry Form: Vers Beaucoup.
~Follow the sound of my voice~
Thank you @imagianrywriter for collabrating with me π
Are You Ever Going To See The Ending Of Your Great Unfinished Symphony? -This Is Directed For A Close Friend, And You Know Who You Are.
If she must be depressed At least make it to a good soundtrack
Life is a lot like a symphony. Some parts of it are really hard to play, others quite easy, and some parts that are slow. Sometimes you get tired of writing your symphony, and you just want to end it....
His lips carefully brushed against mine, so slow... so gentle... so plush. There were no sparks, as they describe it in poems. No fireworks or explosions. It was a soft ballad. An intricately composed...
Hi, so itβs 1:30 in the morning and Iβm wondering why Iβm still up- I should probably go to bed nowπ΄
Life is a fantasy within reality, presenting impossible feats but keeping it real. π·π¬οΈπͺοΈπ
a big book sits on my desk today / the pages are stained and the edges are frayed