what drew your attention to this book? was it the delicate red rose on the cover? ... or was it its thorns? yes, the rose is daintily alluring, but you will only notice the thorns once you take a closer look. i like to imagine my poetry as this thorned rose, my carefully arranged words as its delicate petals: its beauty seemingly pleasing from afar. however, once you take a closer look, you will gradually see the thorns: a deeper and darker meaning disguised behind enriched metaphors. looking at the rose, you would also notice how it is hand drawn, denoting the fact that my poetry might not be perfect. it is intentionally written with some incorrect grammar (for instance, how almost all words are in lowercase) to give a more raw feel in the sense of how one may write down in a personal diary. the name "the rose comes with thorns" is not only an embodiment of my poetry writing style, but also the meaning behind it. just like how everything beautiful comes with its own flaws... ...the rose shall come with its own thorns. 🥀THE ROSE COMES WITH THORNS a poetry book written by huma zafar. #1 in "poem" out of 206k stories (2/5/24) #18 in "poetry" out of 336k stories (1/6/24)

ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴘᴏᴇᴍꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ. ___ Highest Rankings: #8 in shortpoetry #462 in Poetry

NaPoWriMo- national poetry writing month for year 2022 Writing poem on every single day of April using the prompts given. All the poems (verses) are 4-8 lines. Written from April 1 2022. ( I'm just giving it a try) *these poems were written for versification* *but along with Prompt I decided to write all poems about a girl- kinda personal challenge * -×- She watches the horizon deepening As tornado plays inside her mind Drenched in warm pink hues Enthralled by Ocean Falling on cracks like healing rain She slides into them Slowly, Blissfully with zephyr She keeps ' just breathing' -×- Overwhelming emotions of a girl encased in poetry -×- #1 in poetry out of 274k stories (April 9) #2 in poembook out of 12.4k stories #1 in poetrycollection out of 25.4k stories #13 in poem out of 167k stories #1 in shortpoems out of 4.28k stories

Where it all started, where it all ended.

She is a corpse Living with marks On her flesh And a little more mess.

War breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said here. STARTED: The second of January, 2018 COMPLETED: The sixteenth of November, 2018 HIGHEST: #2 in Poetry Cover by Youtumblrgeek

First upload. A collection of poems to introduce myself. Maybe you'll learn something about me, or maybe you'll get something else out of it. Either way, it is my hope that if anyone reads this, they find something to enjoy within. Otherwise, what's the point? P.S. I know what prose is. I did not at the time. One of my biggest regrets. But, embrace your mistakes and life is better blah blah blah, whatever.

A collection of emotional and inspirational poetry that may pull on your heart strings. I hope my words inspire you and fill your heart with love, hope and encouragement. But, as life throws us a few curveballs and it always does, there are a few poems that are darker as I take you along with me through some trying times and a few brutal life experiences. But in the end, the sun shines down on the broken path I walked along to get here. So come along with me, share a smile or shed a tear or two, feel the raw emotion in my poetry and let my words flow through you. Thank you for taking the time to support my work. Please remember to vote with a star for the ones you enjoy! If you follow me you'll be notified when I post a new poem! XOXO Bobbie J ~❤~ All Rights Reserved ©️ Bobbie J Lowrey 2022 Cover art designed by Bobbie J Lowrey *If you are reading this book anywhere but Wattpad, it has been stolen and published without my consent and my copy rights have been violated and infringed upon. Please let me know immediately so I can take legal action against them.

#collection 3 : open letters "aught"- anything at all ; nothing receiver's address: where our stars last crossed. sender's address: hopefully, in your thoughts. subject: welcome to aught. 18.12.20 - ongoing (slow updates) © ariettetrisdale cover credits: @Ashes_and_Dust1202

"𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝,𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧" 𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉