Februaryhasheart Stories

🕊️A 2018 Watty's Longlisted Work!🕊️ ...the girl asked the raven how she could fly. The Raven told her it was easy. All she needed was a tailwind to help her heart soa...

If you're looking for something real and genuine, here are some personal poems that I want to share in order to connect with you. We all go through the good and the bad...

ADDED TO WATTPAD COFFEE COMMUNITY POPOURRI COLLECTION - 2018 Bits & Pieces. It is a collection of noodles, stories never completed, thoughts I may have from time to time...

This poem was written specifically for the contest "february has heart".

Here I have put my thoughts and feelings in poems. Cover by bibgraphic161 These poems are all contest entries.

copyright 2018

Just my poems Warning: You may feel sad Hope you like them :)

This book contains all poetry I have written for the reasons below: For Contests Written out of Leisure ...

Years ago, Stranded in a place where the mountains touch the sky, Stuck in a seat between space and time In a metal bird that couldn't fly, I met a woman with heavy, cho...

Everybody has things They wish not to recall. Into each life Rain must fall.

a spectrum of deeply felt personal relationships, of meaningful selflessness and reciprocity "not always pretty not always fun not just for the young"

This is a collection of all my poems I've ever written. The finished and the unfinished. It has love, it has death, hope and inspiration. Take a look and you might find...

Highest rank #11 in poetry #11 in poetry on 27/01/2018 #14 in poetry on 26/01/2018 PS: If you get bored easily, then I recommend to read the collection from the newest p...

My entries for the Wattpad poetry contest in February

A collection of everything I have written for contests.

Solitude doesn't always have to be taken under a negative connotation. This is a poem that provides an alternative to this notion.

#1 in poetry 14/03/19!!! #3 in the Diamond Star Awards Poetry :) Short listed in the Page is Printed UK 2017 :)) Six words turned into six poems. NB : not the happiest...

We all know how much words can speak when on paper or a screen, right?

Poems coming from every direction and going nowhere as they cross my mind.