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 Nov 2021
Penelope Winter
hopeless romantic
for i've lost all hope in love
yet my heart beats on

- p. winter
Man I love haikus. I'm not even particularly good at writing them I just have a puzzle loving brain that enjoys the challenge of the syllable limits. I've also spent my entire life being told not to talk so much so maybe I like forcing myself to say as much as possible in so few words.
 Nov 2021
Penelope Winter
And I can't help but
Wonder if he thinks of me,
Or chose to forget.

- p. winter
 Nov 2021
Penelope Winter
For now it’s torture
But one day I’ll get to say
You were worth the wait

- p. winter
 Nov 2021
Penelope Winter
I wish for my work
To bring a smile - and smiling
To not be such work.

- p. winter
 Nov 2021
Penelope Winter
i have tasted gold
yet still i return to coal
in hopes of diamond

- p. winter
The joy this man brings me… is unreal. And it terrifies me to let it go because it took a long time to find that joy and what if I don’t find it again? But I lack the sense of safety and peace that I crave. So is it not an act of self love to trust that there is more still waiting? I don’t want to make myself choose to leave something that made me smile so **** hard. But I can’t keep crying about how badly I want what I know is not good for me.
 Nov 2021
Penelope Winter
I never cared for
Wine until you kissed me with
Its taste on your lips.

- p. winter
I hate when haiku phrases don’t align with the lines but I’m making an exception for this one
 Nov 2017
Penelope Winter
Those eyes, oh those eyes.
I've written too many lines
For those hazel eyes.

Those eyes that wander,
That see everything, but mine.
These eyes that wonder.

Those eyes, oh those eyes.
Looking into those eyes, I'll
Write lines 'til I die.

- p. winter
 Oct 2017
Penelope Winter
be still my heart; beat
no more for those who try to
silence your rhythm

- p. winter
 Aug 2017
Penelope Winter
I hear my brothers
Laughing in the nursery.
I'm an only child.

- p. winter
 Jul 2017
Penelope Winter
The perfect excuse
To ask everyone you know
If you can shoot them
 Jul 2017
Penelope Winter
One in the morning.
My "home away from home" is
Not home without you.

Two in the morning.
Our time zones are parallel.
My dusk is your dawn.

Three in the morning.
Jet lag induced writer's block.
Yet poetry flows.

Four in the morning.
I still hear your heart beating.
My dear, I miss you.

Five in the morning.
I should sleep but, instead, I
Pour out love letters.

Six in the morning.
So close yet so far, only
An ocean away.

- p. winter
 Jul 2017
Penelope Winter
I feel my skull shrink.
Mental voices scream as the
Walls slowly compress.

- p. winter
I have a migraine and it's killing meeeeee
 Jul 2017
Penelope Winter
I can't stop writing
These little, three line poems.
It's haiku fever.

- p. winter
They're addicting
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