inamorato[in-am-uh-rah-toh]noun, plural in·am·o·ra·tos.a man who loves or is loved; male sweetheart or lover. 7/7/17- #896 in Poetry8/7/17- #859 in Poetry9/7/17- #745 in Poetry10/7/17- #686 in Poetry11/7/17- #651 in Poetry23/7/17- #580 in Poetry24/7/17- #433 in Poetry26/7/17- #397 in Poetry27/7/17- #382 in Poetry28/7/17- #369 in Poetry…
This is just a little Text I wrote why I love books so much..…
life is made up of more than just passing moments of chaotic sounds but rather an entire melody through all the noise if one can only open their ears and hearts to its' call....| English poems with Italian titles / Copyright © 2021-2022 Elishia C. Xalfa |…
poems of love, the unrequited kind. with an occasional anxious, lonely, self-loathing mind. and a touch of crushing on the forbidden and wishing on anything so that one person would be mine.…
Neither salt nor sugar settles on your tongue. Only this blood of mine does. Neither I nor she fills up your heart.Only these tears of mine do.[POETRY/PROSE]…
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More poems to write, more stories to tell. Letting life speak for itself.Start: October 23, 2023Finish: June 28, 2024…
Original poems written by yours truly.Writing poetry helps me let out my emotions and feelings when I'm feeling a certain way. I hope you enjoy<3…
In the echoes of words and letters,Sweetness and bitterness linger,Scars bleed unseen,Smiles adorn a facade serene.In 'Unheard Scream's' pages,Unveil the unspoken thoughts in ages,With bleeding pen, creation's art,Poems heal, mending this broken heart. -ResNullius#2 SPOKENPOETRY#3 MgaTula/10/11/2020#1 MgaTula /10/12/2020#1 SPOKENPOETRY/10/15/2020…
Deep-rooted during the author's sleepless nights when emotions are high and words are profound.A collection of random thoughts and feelings about life, love, and letting go. All beautifully captured in poetry and prose.…
Entre clases de un jueves cualquiera (ágora de la facultad)…
IN WHICH HE FELL IN LOVE WITH THE WRONG ONE. [Cover by @lets-defeat-the-huns]all rights reserved 2017 LeiLani Lopez{Highest ranking:: #41//shortstory}…
The name Asmodeus is believed to be derived from the Avestan language, where it a combination of two words meaning 'wrath' and 'demon' or 'divine being'.According to the Renaissance Christians, Asmodeus was the King of Nine Hells. In Binsfield's classification of demons, he is said to be one of the seven princes of hell. Each of these princes signified one of the seven deadly sins. Asmodeus signified the sin of Lust. In Jewish and Islamic lore, he is the king of demons.In summary, he is the primary antagonist, the evil of all evils, and maybe that is why the name attracted me so much.I believe poetry comes from two places- either in appreciation of beauty or in rendition of darkness. Who better to recite it than the King of Hell?[Ranked #31 in Poetry on 10 Nov'17.]-FINISHED-…
Every day a letter for you about you and me.Thoughts in an over-thinker's head.…
When you can't paint with colours,Paint with words;When you can paint with words,Do you really need the colours?Achievements:#11 in Poetry (23/9/26)#13 in Poetry (22/9/16)#14 in Poetry (28/7/16)…
Being in love with your best friend isn't the ideal life situation but for Zora, it's her only life situation. Secretly harboring her feelings for her best friend, Sierra, Zora pours her emotions into her journal in the form of poetry. After years of keeping her attraction for her friend at bay and trying to deny her feelings by forcing herself to love a boy who unconditionally loves her, Zora's favorite emotional outlet becomes the cause of her life falling apart as the truth finally comes out.*****It was happening again. It was dark, sunset, I waited for her to be done with volleyball practice 'because she was my ride'. Somehow we wandered from the gym to the football field and we were sitting at the very top of the bleachers staring at each other. Her dark hair mirrored the direction of the wind, the setting sun being replaced by the brightness of her smile. We were sitting so close I could feel her warmth. It was an unusual situation. Friends don't do this. We held eye contact for a long time before I couldn't take it anymore and just closed my eyes. It wasn't real, she was just my friend. Then, I felt her tuck a strand of my curly hair behind my ear. That with the chill of the night sent shivers down my spine and a swarm of butterflies attacked my stomach. I reopened my eyes. If she didn't want me, why did she look at me that way? I held her hand and I held it for so long because I didn't know if we'd have another moment like this. We talk and laugh and she tells me I'm pretty and I ask her if she'd just noticed that and we laugh again. I realize the feelings I felt in that moment were not just the intense feelings of attraction that I felt every time I was with her. Warmth flooded to my face and if it wasn't for my dark complexion, my blush would be noticeable. I look into her dark-colored eyes and I come to the conclusion that I'm royally fucked and I'm probably also in love.…
Poetry dug from my trash bin. [[Featured in Random Reading List by @WattpadPoetry]]-----AWARDS under Poetry Category:🥇 1st Place, Sunflower Awards 2019 🥈 2nd Place, The Water Awards 2019🥈 2nd Place, Creative Awards 2019|First Edition 🥈 2nd Place, Majestic Awards 2019 🥈 2nd Place, Soul Awards 2019🥉 3rd Place, The Writer's Oscars awards 2019🏅 Judge's Favorite, Acheron Awards 2019🏅 "Honorable Mention for "REM" in EWA Poetry Contest ------All rights reserved by @Tankytoon, except for images contained in this book.Copyright of images, including cover art, belong to their rightful owners, and are attributed accordingly, or used in accordance with the rules of Creative Commons licensing as "fair use."Altered, filtered, or edited images are copyrighted by the author in its final form.…
× Poetry ×You need to read this gddmn book in order for you to feel what I feel and to share each other's feelings.…
