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It's finally snowing but I'm trapped indoors, From the window, I watch the flurries. White flakes drifting down from the heavens, Swirling, flying, falling fast.
Unseen, unheard, disappeared without a word. Lost and broken, But still hoping For affection, or a new direction. #poem #invisible.
They say I'm too young to be so sad. But this sadness is all the comfort I've ever had. I'm not alone. I'm surrounded by people, Yet isolated in my misery. I welcome sleep, a void free from pain.
Don't blindly follow what they say. The truth is hollow and easy to sway. You swallow their lies every day And wonder why the sky will never change. Don't conform because they tell you.
Wish a wish upon a star Wish a wish for who you are Wish to be forever free Or perhaps to sail away at sea Wish to become someone else Or maybe not and stay yourself Wish for love to find you...
I'm sorry, I know I said I will start a story tonight, but for some reason, it refuse to come to me, so I gotta wait patiently for it, but I came up with a poem about it, and sorry if it's long one...
I hold the metal in my hand The cold and glint of a one true friend To sow the hurt that will not mend Press down hard, hold on tight It's going to be a long long night It cuts, it bites, it breaks...
Don't promise that you're gonna write. Don't promise that you'll call. Just promise that you won't forget, that we had it all. Cos you were mine for the Summer, Now we know it's nearly over.
Thank you @blacknova for choosing me. I didn't think I'd win with that mistake... The next word is fire...
In a mountain, high above the sea, A war is raging, Continuously, For ares this is, Just fun and games, For others though, It's just ongoing pain, As the titans strike, The mountain top, Apollo...
#poem @blacknova This is my competion entry So here we are again In this exact scene My life just seems a buse And everything is a whizz Can it happen in a bliz What would happen if you tizzed. Enjoy.
Behind big golden doors stand tall and muscular people. They wear golden and white robes and have leather sandals. They wield powers and can destroy with one gesture of a hand.
Thank you so much to @Emma_33 for choosing me!. The next word is... Titans!!!. Remember to tag #poem at the end of your piece. Write my name (@blacknova) in the comments so I see your opuss.
The nature contest (#poem) is now closed. I got three entry's and loved them all. But the winner is @Blacknova with her opuss Demeter !!!!.
Remember to post any entry's to my nature contest before 7pm The few entries I've got so far are amazing-it's definitely gonna be hard to choose!.
Ok so soo far I have two enterys. One by @blacknova ,one by I think @rivers ?. That was brought to my attentions by @blacknova so please enter. Tag me in the comments and #poem in the post.
Soaring, golden corn glistens with diamond, drops of dew. Dazzling, saffron sun rays dance off a glittering, white sapphire pool.
It's Emma_33 and I've got a contest for you. Today is Sunday 13th October and the contest ends on Monday the 15th at 5.30pm.
What one calls art another calls trash. What one calls a Mere penny another calls cash. What one calls joy another calls despair. What one calls mean. another calls fair.
They told her to count daisy leaves, He loves me, he loves me not And maybe one day if she's in luck; someone just as well come claim territory of her skies.
Toffee caught some sea-breeze, he's not eating and Ondine knows he's not fond of fishes, get hold of some biddies to use in all kind of dishes, hoping he eats 'cause her pup being sick gives her a...
'My fins are not made for typing, but they float like in the sea, my Pull-Apart Bread has Gouda if not Dutch Crunch these days you see..'.
'You're not a rockstar, you don't even let me smoke in your car, I want a rockstar.' 'So you don't want to take me out for dinner 'cause you don't want to pay; kiss me goodbye I say.' 'Beg me my...
''Glitter why do you leave me. I need the pink in my cheeks, my sticking out sharp cheek-bones' The menth-breath of Frissons inside her newly black-dotted pink lungs.