Poems
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Pieces of Me de ShaunAllan
ShaunAllan
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Poetry is not just words. It's emotion given form. A place where grief, hope, love, and uncertainty intertwine. In this collection, we explore the depths of mortality, loss, and mental health, weaving personal experiences into universal reflections. Each poem speaks to the struggles we carry, the quiet moments of solace, and the truths we wrestle with, offering recognition to those who have felt the same weight. These words do not seek to provide answers but to remind readers that they are not alone. If you have ever searched for meaning in sorrow or comfort in shared experience, this book stands as an open hand, reaching out. Praise for Pieces of Me. "Beautifully written" "So powerful" "My favourite" "Wonderful" "Inspiring" "So beautiful" "WOW" "Poetry for the soul" "This. Is. The. Most. Awesome. Poetry. Collection." "Incredible." **Highest rank #1 in Poetry!!** Featured on @WattpadPoetry and @PoetsPub
Fragile Vessel de Ankhlament
Ankhlament
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Poems about the body when it begins to fail, and the quiet loneliness that follows. A fragile vessel, holding what it can... until it cannot. A vessel of bone and silence, cracking beneath what cannot be seen. Here, the body fades before the soul is ready.
Soul in Despair de Ankhlament
Ankhlament
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Poems of inner screams and silent laments of the living world. Walking alive with a graveyard within, carrying the unspoken sorrow of existence. Walking through the living Inner undead feelings Willing to keep going My feet like boulders My vision is grey Yet outside is sunny When I look at you Is why I keep going
An Innocent War de Ankhlament
Ankhlament
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I write poems of war not from the battlefield, but from the lives it fractures, the innocent civilians who suffer in its shadow. While both victor and defeated armies are remembered, those who endure in silence fade into forgetting.