#happypoems

[teacupdiangelo]

Growing Pains - Pick Up (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/967760024-growing-pains-pick-up?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=daviskayde006&wp_originator=ilVoZHHbsYcicIVkDVYvj7N6Fct%2FDmSrf1lsxvC0QfR3iqeD8SdIrB%2BFcHzw%2F5rmKdK7Jq3yT1zNBFcwVu55WwPnRP09PE87I9KQ6VQME7IKxm19ClhhDMyH%2BE1p1kF6 These are a collection of poems that I wrote between the ages of 12-15 so be prepared for cringe. In the same breath, I'm proud enough of them to post them as I find them in old journals so please be nice. The titles of the poems are still tentative.

[karakasaswords]

l am just an experiment (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/qgimZpnMTR Sometimes, l feel lonely. Sometimes, l feel happy. Sometimes, l feel like writing, some other times, l don't. When l do, l let the continuous flow of words dance in my mind while letting my subconcious control my hands over these paper sheets and create this poetry. l might not be always in control. l might not be aware of the juxtapositions cr…

[thereadingrookie-blog]

I LITERALLY POSTED WHAT I POSTED BEFORE I SAW THAT ASK GET ANSWERED I FEEL PSYCHIC 

[therebepoems]

70

I want to fly in the ocean, I want to walk through the sea,

To drown in cold weather.

I dry in a painful heat.

Beat,

I feel a beat.

I can feel music when I walk my feet.

I’m not crazy, I know I’m different.

17 years young,

the sun shines,

and my brain is still unfinished.

I can fall asleep now, and I might wake up to be 70. 

I feel my heart stop beating, and I’m wondering,

before this day,

if My Love ever met you.

-A.D

[bugsthoughtmachine]

I sit inside a draped skeleton

A wooden skeleton

The kind with creaking noises at every lunge

Draped with soft Grey cloth.

I glance at the vipers tongue

Lashing out as sunlight shines down upon it

From the crooked corner.

I see ghosts of lilacs

Echoes of mourning doves

A billowing steam boils over my hands

I inhale the breeze as it catches my neck.

Ticking of a clock serves forth no purpose

Not amidst the echoes of nicotine walls

Not amidst agony washed phantoms

Not amidst whimsical dreams of what is.

I sit a sipping my usual morning coffee

Admiring the forethought I had years ago

Sunbeams lighting up the craters on my cheeks

I still the creaking chair and grin.

[spurthi-blog1]

TO BE LOVED / poetry - XI (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/773945824-to-be-loved-poetry-xi?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Spoorthi2003&wp_originator=vi7aKLFc%2B7f9fdNAhfK17BKpAJGiXFSSx8oYTtQFqtr7GMtbrBZ%2F%2BXq5tNFHCa%2BGeR7SxG0f1XZuqK7vDeloVHojQTSvnY4ZiGsO%2FM4%2Bql77oq8W8VQGMbezGGe80f5K if you want to be loved - first you must find love within yourself; the rest follows. // a collection of scattered poems, drabbles & musings //

[gsmcpodcastnetwork]

GSMC Life & Happiness Podcast Episode 144: It's Springtime!

[tears-of-shun]

Check out  smiles-of-shun.tumblr.com to see my happy poems.