a lil gore poem because i was feeling a bit silly
Horrid look he had
Such a canvas with purple and red
Bruised like flowers on her
Lying with a wounded chest in bed
His skin was ripped like paper
His ribcage slightly cracking
Not by his hands but she did
Face blue from the choking
Beautiful she thought; mind off the grid
His eyes was orange
Th...... 5 reply
OH BOI! I WRITE POETRY ON WATTPAD !!!!!
The original is in italian/latin so I tried to translate it and give the same effect (although it surely didn't work). I hope you like it :)
You laugh, while angels weep in jealousy.
Devils weave countless plots and demons dance in harmony.
Men's hearts break irretrievably, while women's eyes tear implacab...... 2 reply
found a poem i wrote in hs for my friends. warning, it lwk sucks but i love it nonetheless cause of the lore behind it
falling apart,
like a porcelain jar
all these pieces,
strewn far apart
leaving only, a frozen heart
a porcelain doll,
with broken arms
won't dance
and dance and dance
falling apart,
like a porcelain jar
you gathered those
piti...... 1 reply
I wrote one just a few days back. It's about a guy I fell in love with lol (don't judge me you guys)
You're so breathtaking I tend to stay up gushing to my friends
I stay up looking at you like oh my god his beauty just never ends
It might be embarrassing but I'm probably your fanclub CEO
Because you're honestly the best person I'll ever know
Your...... 2 reply
Not my fav but one of them:
Figures of Ink:
Living between the people, spacing
out to new worlds,
scattered pieces of paper,
covering the roads,
and i notice it,
i see what's around the moving crowds of
figures that seem distant,
and loud yet not
heard,
not really part of what's taking place in this
chapter of the tome,
fragile existences,
merely...... 2 reply
made this poem in 2022 and is prob abt loving someone but its never reciprocated and getting tired (my emo phase)
when your touch lingers
oh how stars align
wishing your eyes
could ever meet mine
to feel me end
watch me till then
to finish this poem
with an inkless pen
i had gave you myself
and you leave me nothing
cause its true; a dream to fe...... 1 reply
Sun
Like the bright sun sinking into the ground,
The yellow clouds flood the sky like a hurricane
Old Mandy hunkers in his warm bed
His brittle arms and shivering legs that are thinner than a twig
They rest, the sun has now disappeared into the night.
“But Mr. Mandy, it’s only six?”
Young boy, be grateful.
“But Mr. Mandy, why don’t you ...... 1 reply