I'd give you the sky
This is probably one of the best poems I've never written... 😔
You turn wonder to winter
I called to you in raging storms and hurricanes
In sickness, not in health do we part
I just made you up to hurt myself / and it worked
Inside the diary of PoeEternal
First freestyle non-rhyme of the year
My prompt was the song "Willow" from the film High Life
Continents are pulling to get away
I found a new way to hurt
Everything is a game
His love has no conditions
You inspire the fuck out of me whoever you are
Fish in the sea (freestyle poetry)
There's always danger chasing treasure but he's worth the risks
Dropping that freestyle rhyme like it's hawt!
A collection of poems reflecting doubt and despair
You don't have to keep searching, you don't have to keep hurting
So, his words may not be written for me but they affect me like they are...
Spaghettified by your verse
I'm slowly chipping away at the madness
Love he sends
Ask my heart
Poetry, journal entries, secrets and confessions
Several short rhyming poems with anger as a theme!
One guess what's inside this box!
Those lies lying between your teeth
Rhyming poetry + cat photos (meet Annie)!
We're on towers burning bridges, losing hours and our riches
I miss coming up for air (a freestyle)
A romantic rhyme 🙂
These depths you send me to are pressurized (freestyle poetry)
Round me up as bedrock for your feet (a freestyle)
Lies and blood are guaranteed
I was rotten until he turned me into something beautiful. He is magic. (Freestyle poetry)
There are armies bleeding tears which swell and swallow whole moons (freestyle poetry)
original poem + digiart
The gardens do not grow the way they used to
Your words have sharp edges
What are dreams but avenues of despair
There's a dim dot glowing...
A battle between depression and unrequited love
There's so much of you and so little of me
Saline tears, darkest fears
For the one I adore
Angsty poetry cuz I never grew up and never will.
She's a fucking dilettante
When the muse becomes a fuse, light that bitch up and run
Do you ever read something and feel like it's written just for you?
I always feel like somebody's watching me...
I told him I loved him and then I failed to exist....
It's March? Fuck. Still love him...
I wrote this freestyle for my Instagram but felt like it belonged here...
My walls are thick and dusty but he's breaking through
Poem + digiart
These non-rhymes I do are a rare event. Hope you like! 🙂
To whom does his words belong
God's drawing a painting and it's you before my eyes
Freestyle rhyme about mistakes and those who dwell amongst them
After midnight freestyle
Hello excuse me, uhhh sir, no don't go *sigh* (Are we doing digital lovers yet? Plug me in)
A complete freestyle
Words fire like bullets
Hope is a fragile thing
His indecision is final / I am the Goddess of Confusion
Love and starlight
Dark places, dark thoughts, freestyle ache
Freestyle midday rhyme about depression and love
We are a modern-day Romeo and Juliet; I just hope we get a better ending, they died... (a freestyle flow)
We haven't learned a thing...
His heart is cold and dilapidated 🖕
Poetry is sacred
Everyone thinks they got me figured out
Dreaming of his kiss...
Truth makes noise (early morning ramble + snap)
Friday afternoon freestyle freeform 🙂 + a few added snaps because it's my birthday weekend!!! 😃
Poem about love and devotion, the greatest subject of all. 😚
Do you guys meditate? This is the equivalent of me sitting in a circle with stone and giving us a journey to travel on... Freshly written this morning, freestyle. It was meant to be a non-rhyme but oh well, a bit seeped out. I hope you like!!!
I'm starting to believe them when they say "ignorance is bliss"... knowing things suck! This poem was written in freestyle, I like giving myself the freedom to flow. Age of reason, no doubt!!
Try my love on and wear it awhile.
a poem about trying to forget
If we don't take chances then who will?
a private poem from my vault to share for April Poetry Month (raw & untouched freestyle)
A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.
I'm going to get that picture to you soon... (a freeform poem)