Poesy Stories

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Bliss of precious childhood. Short Poetry.

𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠, 𝐵𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑠. 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑀𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑆𝑒𝑙𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚, 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑉𝑖𝑜𝑙...

this is about sleep deprivation and crying

Dumping my truths here🤎

..... ... Soft, like feather. Innocence and Chastity Entwined together. That angelic beauty, Similar to morning air, Some resemblance of purity. ...... .. ...

A compilation of the poetry I've created in life. some are short and quirky; maybe even satire. While others; hefty, speculative and life lessoning. I often use extended...

❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for...

a line of story expressed in poetry based on the series of arrange marriage wala pyaar.....

a dream ?

Мои авторские стихи/ хокку/

this is how about we are everything but ourselves . . . . . . . . . you can find this on Social Spirit (the_swan_queen) and on Medium (Ana Frassinete)

||Short Story | One Shots|| ||Ongoing I Sporadic Updates|| Like how cameras capture moments, so do words. With words, memories and moments are held as captives of time...

welcome to my world come on, open the book but don't get crazy, please.

The poems in this book are all originals by me. And this is my first time doing something like this so if it's awful it's me. But anyways I hope you enjoy! ...

L'arbre, végétal banal Ou bien échelle du bohneur Nous l'aimons l'été empli de fleurs Voici un poème à la manière de Francis Ponge.

Al narciso più bello che ci sia. All'uomo più esteta che abbia mai conosciuto,che ha creato il suo impero...che si assolto nella sua arte

My first book of 31poems. Collective Verses full of rhymes, depth, symbolism, inspiration, stories of new beginnings- January 2016 Happy Reading Poetry Lovers! ❤..Many...

These are the products of my own imaginations and experiences, dressed in a poem to hide the pangs within me.

pausing us