please, picture me, in the trees. i hit my peak at seven feet ---------------- poems by me!

Stadtpoesie, wilde Inspirationen & so viel Gefühl. // ihr wollt einen ästhetischen Eindruck der schönsten Städte und mehr? Ließt & genießt 🤍 22.03.25: #1 notes 06.03.25: #1 skizzenbuch 22.02.25: #2 muse 06.03.25: #3 melancholie 06.03.25: #3 inspiration 06.03.25: #4 ästhetisch 06.03.25: #4 kreativ

dort, wo die schreiende gischt auf den kühlen nierenstein mutter erdes trifft, sammelt jemand kieselsteinpoesie und muschelmemorien 𓇼

Escapism-the tendency to seek distraction and relief from unpleasant realities, especially by seeking entertainment or engaging in fantasy. A collection of poems that can range from various topics that go from passing infatuation, never being satisfied, wanting to escape, and more. I will update every Friday and Monday.

❝ 𝘔𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘎𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘻𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘳 𝘻𝘶𝘳𝘶̈𝘤𝘬, 𝘩𝘰̈𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘧, 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘻𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯; 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘴, 𝘶𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘦 𝘻𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘯. ❞ Weil innere Wunden manchmal zu lange brauchen, um zu heilen. Manchmal muss man sein Herz selbst nähen, um den Schmerz zu lindern. Eine Sammlung aus Möchtegern-Poesie, in Worte gefasstes Gedankenchaos und weiteren Kurztexten. alle Rechte vorbehalten © waermedesherzen | gestartet März 2025 unregelmässige Updates

Eine Sammlung aus Möchtegern-Poesie, in Worte gefasstes Gedankenchaos und anderem Geschreibsel. Kurz gesagt alle möglichen unterschiedliche Texte, die ich geschrieben habe. » 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 « Camden - Gracie Abrams Cover von @EndeLegende <3 alle sonstigen Rechte vorbehalten © waermedesherzen | Juli - November 2024

you've changed. 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟. poetry collection

8 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ──────── ˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── There has always been an abyss residing in me. Something hollow and deep and empty. Something that screams to be heard. Something that aches for meaning in this haunting world. Through this collection I try to pick out the pieces of my heart and bleed out words that have haunted me. And maybe try to find peace with a truth that always scared me. because maybe this is how its meant to be : me, floating in the abyss of my misery ────────˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── ⟪ a c h i e v e m e n t s ⟫ ¶ 🥇 1st Place under "Best Poetry Collection Category" in "Ashes And Ink-Poetry Contest" ¶ 🥈 2nd Place under "Best Poetry Collection Category" in "Birthday Bash Mini Awards" ¶ 🥇 1st Place under "Sorrowed Quill (Poetry) Category" in "The Fathomless Verse Awards" ¶ 🥈 2nd Place under "Realm of Rhythm (Poetry) Category" in "Astral Arena || Loom's Awards" ¶ 🥉 3rd Place under "Golden Feathertail (Best Poetry) Category" in"Dragonhollow Mini Awards" ¶ 🏅 Winner of "The Most Soulful Genre Category" in "The Fathomless Verse Awards" ¶ 🏅 Winner of "The Royal Quill Award" in "The Fathomless Verse Awards" ¶ 🏅 Winner of "The Best Line (Poetry)" in "Ashes And Ink-Poetry Contest" ¶ 🏅 Honourable Mention under "Record of the Year Category" in "WHO Mini Awards" ¶ 🏅Shortlisted under "Poetry Category" in "Unification: An Awards Show" ⟪ r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in spokenword - 10/01/25 #1 in spokenwordpoetry - 25/03/25 #1 in spokenwordpoem - 25/03/25 #4 in poetry - 29/05/25 #1 in poetrycollection - 21/07/25 #1 in freeverse - 18/08/25 #5 in poembook - 23/06/25 #2 in poem - 06/09/25 #4 in prosepoetry - 24/09/25

ich halte die fragmente meiner seele, als wären es perlenketten vergessen in mir selbst; meine worte tanzen piroutten und meine hände halten sie wie samt doch wie kann ich sie schreiben, wenn ich nicht mehr weiß wie sie sich auf dem papier anfühlen? [poesiesammlung]

Love struck, scar filled, poetry. "I'd let the starry night consume me whole, I'd let the moon watch me burn to cinders in its beauty if that's what it means to be alive and loved."