This is a Poetry collection. There will be poems of all forms. Feel free to read and give me reviews. Read with passion, it makes them better. There will be new poems every sunday and wednesday until I have none in stock left (that'll happen in september)

I dearly hope as you voyage through the glitters and ruins of my poems, it would fill and touch your heart and soul. Let me take you to mine own realm you have yet never been to. **** I completed this poetry collection 3 years ago. I have just decided to share this with you this time. I hope you will love it and may the blue skies lift your dormant soul you have buried thousands of years ago.

poems about life, love, sadness, and growing

A collection of poems about growing up before feeling ready. twenty-something explores the realities of adulthood, the exhaustion hidden behind independence, the loneliness of becoming, and the pressure to keep moving even when life feels uncertain. Through soft and reflective poetry, this collection captures the in-between phase of navigating dreams, responsibilities, changing relationships, and the version of yourself you are still learning to become. For anyone who has ever felt lost, left behind, or overwhelmed by the weight of growing up: this book is a reminder that you are not navigating life alone. twenty-something written by: syrynah © All Rights Reserved

I don't know how to display my emotions in a way that makes sense, so in here I will write poetry from my heart and say it the way I understand it and hope that some of you can relate.

An Experimental Poetry Collection of pain and pus that's left after being torn apart. (Not my main Poetry, if you want some good stuff go read my main Poetry Collections)

In this wide and varied collection of poetry I hope you can find at least one to relate to. This is a collection of pain, deep hurt, emotion, lost love and remembrance. It was written in the worst and best moments of my life. Read it and I promise you that you will remember it...

{🏆🥈Versification 2026 Grand Daily Prompt Runner Up} Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten. This collection contains poems written for Versification by Wattpad Poetry Ambassadors profile @Poetry. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

╰┈➤ ❛❛𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔?❜❜ He leaned in and whispered, "I know you want it too. Just say you do and you'll get what you want." His voice was filled with love and desire. I nodded and tried to lean in but he stopped me by placing a finger on my lips. "Words, darling or did you forget how to speak?" I glared at him. He was challenging me. "Kiss me," I ordered and he wasted no time. Our lips crashed into each other. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── One reckless morning changed everything. For Jaehyun, it was the moment he finally slowed down. For Claire, it was the moment she let someone in again. What began as a sudden accident became the start of something real and raw. But what will happen when Jaehyun suddenly moves back? What will Claire do? Read more to find out! (A/N, this is the first story I published so it's not that good!)

Exploring inner voices of ordinary things with a simple question "If I were a...?" This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva Total WC: 7,315 (including side notes)