Bookofpoems Stories

A collection of poems that had the potential to be loved, yet remained unnoticed. Poets don't just write - they bleed, piece by piece, into the paper. They breathe life into words and call it poetry. Writing is filled with what-ifs, maybes, and endless confusion. Yet a poet continues - to write, to bleed, to stay honest. Poets are known for writing about love, but in truth, they write what they secretly crave - and when asked why, they learn to lie. This book is a place where overthinkers can breathe, where tired minds can rest, and where those carrying too much can finally pause.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏. 𝑨 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔. He calls me September when he looks deep into my eyes. He calls me September when he looks away in annoyance. And when we meet again, after all the seasons between us, he pulls me into his arms and whispers- "𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆." Perhaps I was never just a month to him. Perhaps I was every ending that carried the promise of beginning again. Perhaps I was September-making him warm and cold at the same time. Or perhaps I was simply a 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 he is trying, as a 𝒎𝒂𝒏, to understand. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝑨 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝑽𝒊𝒅𝒂𝑽𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒐, 𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

Η τέχνη του να επιλέγεις εσένα... Για όλους εκείνους που έμαθαν να αγαπούν τους άλλους, αλλά ξέχασαν πώς είναι να αγαπούν τον εαυτό τους. Για τις νύχτες που ένιωσες λίγος. Για τις φορές που έμεινες εκεί που δεν σε εκτιμούσαν. Για τους ανθρώπους που αγάπησες τόσο πολύ, που ξέχασες εσένα. Για όσα δεν είπες ποτέ. Μια συλλογή ποιημάτων για την αυτοαγάπη, την απώλεια, τον έρωτα, την απογοήτευση και την επιστροφή στον εαυτό μας. Ίσως μέσα σε αυτές τις σελίδες βρεις ένα κομμάτι σου. Μια σκέψη που δεν κατάφερες ποτέ να πεις. Ένα συναίσθημα που νόμιζες πως ένιωθες μόνο εσύ. Και ίσως, ανάμεσα σε όλες αυτές τις λέξεις, θυμηθείς κάτι που κάποτε ξέχασες: Δεν χρειάζεται να σε επιλέξει κανείς για να αξίζεις. Αυτή τη φορά, επίλεξε εσύ εσένα.

This is a book of my written poetry. These are poems that are personal to me and are in my journal. Some of them weren't written in my journal but are still important. They were written across the span of my life and the only ways you get my words and emotions out. I wasn't allowed to have words/emotions/opinions growing up. So I had to create my own space for them. In my own ways. Enjoy! :3 Poetry :3 thank you so very IMMENSELY deeply if you took the time to read ANY of this, you're so incredibly appreciated and I wish you safe and healthy tidings, and fair winds.

A poem book

MOUSE TRAP Han Seo-jun thought the past was something he could forget-until a mysterious message appears on his phone at exactly 11:47 PM: "You should have stayed forgotten." One forgotten night. Four friends. A secret none of them can remember. As Seo-jun searches for the truth, strange messages, hidden recordings, and impossible memories begin pulling them into a game they never agreed to play. Someone is watching them. Someone knows their secrets. And someone has been planning this for years. But the deeper Seo-jun goes, the more terrifying one question becomes- What if the person behind the trap is one of them? Trust nobody. Remember nothing. Escape the game. Welcome to MOUSE TRAP.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ In this home... We do second chances. We do real. We do mistakes. We do I'm sorrys. We do loud really well. We do hugs. We do together, best of all.˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓮 (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) Go ahead and try them, who knows which ones you might like. My poems have no rhymes and no line schemes. I write free verse poetry, if that's something you are interested in or wanna try then have fun reading them.

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Just a simple collection of the poems I strung together in my free time. Happy reading 💗

Season 3 of Aspiring Writers Awards 2020! What's new? -ELIMINATION and UNIQUE MECHANICS

"but we kept secrets from time, and I saw constellations in your smile . . . " [[ a series of poems ]]

Prose and Poerty about the special person in my life.

Hi this is the first time I am doing poetry.😊

Just some poetry some new some old but it's just me and my heart on paper so hope you enjoy my poetry.

Some words that has been turned into songs, looking for a melody to yawped all over the world. I was looking for some poetry but found the world indulge in only few words. Now that for people poetry has been turned into just one word on a page like quotes, it has come time to change this after so long. Rhyme is to poetry what melody is to a song, both can live without each other, but when they meet, it is just another marvellous call. Sometimes poem requires more than just a word to express.

A collection of poetry that I deem decent enough to share I suppose.

The Game of Many Faces In a world where power and prestige once defined their identities, a select few elite-leaders, innovators, and icons-are snatched from their lives and thrust into a twisted arena. This is The Game of Many Faces, a brutal competition orchestrated by an unknown force, where the players' wealth, influence, and former status hold no meaning. Instead, survival depends on their ability to adapt, deceive, and outwit one another. Stripped of their names and identities, each is forced to wear a new face and assume a foreign role, all while concealing their true nature from others. In this game of constant disguise, alliances can turn deadly, trust is a weapon, and exposure means death. As they navigate this dark labyrinth of lies and betrayals, the players must grapple with the question: How much of themselves are they willing to sacrifice to survive? With freedom as the ultimate prize, The Game of Many Faces is a story of endurance, manipulation, and the chilling transformation of human nature when survival is the only rule.

Your memories have turned into ferocious beast and I nurture them everyday because it is a gift of you..... But it is a torture

An anthology of lyrics and poems: for sorrow, joy, trouble, and respite That which Brings darkness to light; To see one to win it's plight And the other to never see day come round Stead be buried in the ground Battle fought but never won To be hidden but never gone Though one loses here and now More follow by trumpet sound Such is the song of war So enjoy, I do implore.