Aestheticpoetry cerita

all of my thoughts and experiences with other people gathered into thousands of words. more or less an open diary, telling you flowers everything that i wish i could say to the people in my life. i hope my words can inspire you, or comfort you, and cling onto you during your daily shower thoughts. <3

" poetry is the thoughts that breathe. it is the words that burn and silence that screams " a collection of my poems. hope you enjoy! yours truly, लावन्या / Lavanya

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.

🖤 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 by itsjustAmrit ❝ 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ❞ Broken Pages is a collection carved from silence- 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. These aren't love poems. They're post-mortems. Grief sleeps between the lines. Heartbreak drips from metaphors. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 - "You're not alone in the dark." If you've ever smiled while shattering... If your silence ever screamed... 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. In the ash. In the aftermath. In the poetry only pain can write.

raw real and everything in between

A poem about secretly liking someone and pretending everything is normal. It's about noticing every little thing, replaying moments silently, and acting like nothing matters because you're scared to lose what you already have. It's the kind of love that stays quiet, even when it hurts.

Highest Rankings; #1 In CONTEMPORARYPOETRY #6 In AESTHETICPOETRY The hope of being loved - truly, equally - is both delicate and defiant. This poem captures the trembling moment before a heart dares to believe it could finally be seen, heard, and loved in return. With every skipped breath and shaking hand, it holds space for the memories that ache to be made real - where longing and love are not just whispered, but claimed. Today, I Hope Is That Day is a tender confession for anyone who's ever stood at the edge of vulnerability, wishing that today would be the day their love is no longer one-sided - but finally answered. Today, I Hope Is That Day is the sequel to Today, I Hope Is Not That Day. If you haven't checked it out, feel free to give my profile a visit or you can also find the same using the link below. https://www.wattpad.com/story/364512649-today-i-hope-is-not-that-day PS: The cover page is drawn by me. xD

Sparks That Can't Be Ignored This is where art meets art. A collection of my responses-poems, reflections, and unravelings-inspired by the work that moves me. These are not reviews; they are conversations. My heart's version of the same beautiful dream. This is an Echo. For full version of my work, visit: ✨🫧Open Soul Bubble To understand the mind behind these echoes: 🫧✨First Burst Book Forever Becoming Contains English and Arabic verses

inspired by geyser by mitski:) PS: i love this song smmmm

in which we observe mika aldridge, an insmoniac, and her own afterparty, in her room and in her head. she is exhausted yet cannot sleep.

♡here I lie awake whilst the night's asleep♡ 🌃 ⚠️

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Whispers of Desire A poetry collection that seduces the soul and stirs the skin. Every line is a slow caress. Every whisper, a confession meant only for the dark. Zina Noir doesn't write love poems- she writes cravings, shivers, and silent gasps pressed between breathless verses. These are not just words. They're what happens when your mind aches for touch, when your thighs remember glances, when your voice trembles under the weight of everything you want to say-but don't. If you've ever loved someone with your whole body, ached without being touched, or whispered secrets into the dark hoping they'd echo back- then this book was written for you. Come closer. I'm not done yet...

Deep Thoughts, Layered & Real Words Here is the deep. Layered poems and personal essays - the long, steady inhale before the week carries us away. Contains: English + Arabic

Tiny Verse, Quite Soul We start the week softly. A bilingual spark, a short poem, a quick glimmer - just enough light for a Sunday heart.

my sadness summed up into literature ..

What happens to the words we never speak? This is a poem about unsent letters, silent confessions, and the kind of love that lingers like a forgotten melody. It's for the ones who wrote their hearts on paper but never sent it. For those who loved quietly, painfully, beautifully... under a sky that never answered back.

a collection of moments i couldn't say out loud. poems about her smile, her warmth, her absence and everything she never knew she meant to me. these are the words i wrote for her, the ones that stayed even when she didn't.

aesthetic poems that crave interpretation roses painted with words instead of color spilled coffee that turns into ink painted canvases that sit silently, waiting that is the meaning of passion -•--•••

#1 in tumblr poetry #2 in aesthetic poetry #11 in dark poetry I broke my heart, You broke my heart, And he broke my heart, My friends broke my heart, The whole world broke my heart, How do you expect my poetry to sound like?