Breakuppoetry storie

Hindi poetry

it's about conveying a sense of vulnerability and introspection, highlighting the difficulty of letting go and the desire to hold on to what was lost.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ꜱᴜɴʀɪꜱᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ | we are bounded together, and now, 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ----⋆◦★◦⋆---- with things i've clung, from a hundred fireflies held close, to none-calling something my own can never be undone. NO PLAGIARISM / NO TRANSLATIONS [lowercase intended] september - december 2025 (16 yrs old)

heartfelt expression of emotional pain and self-discovery. It portrays the aftermath of a toxic relationship, using the imagery of dead, wilted roses to symbolize a love that has withered and is beyond repair. The narrator reflects on how they gave everything to the relationship, only to be left broken, betrayed, and emotionally drained. Despite their efforts to "fix" things, they realize they can no longer save the other person, and ultimately, they must let go of a relationship that has left them feeling invisible and worthless.

A poem that describes how a girl has been tricked by a player. Sentiment from a heart-broken person. Single poem included in Raindrops (A Collection). Status: Complete.

A poem about moving on from a toxic relationshit.

Gray here!!! If you're my ex who this applies to, stop reading, get off my accounts, and out of my life. If you're not my ex, have fun. This is a really personal one obviously. ||TWs: Breakup, depression, toxic? relationship, talking someone out of suicide|| Happy (or not if you're reading under the angst tag) reading!!

I didn't write these poems to be soft. I wrote them with mascara running, voice shaking, and a heart that still dared to rhyme through the wreck. This is for the girl who gave too much. Who kissed boys like confessions and burned bridges just to feel warm. It's not a fairytale. It's a journal with bite marks. A lipstick-stained letter to heartbreak, girlhood, and the ghosts I left behind. So read it- but only if you've ever cried in your room and still called it a comeback. - LilacDevines

ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ | when the wait for you to 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 turns into a new chase... ─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ─── your hand, silk on my thigh, grazing it ever so gently, as if i were the moon, and you were slowly inching higher, searching for a home in its craters. NO PLAGIARISM / NO TRANSLATIONS [lowercase intended] may - june 2025 (16 yrs old)

First ever piece. (Sorry but i wrote this as an 11 years old,)-future

A poignant collection of poetry that explores the delicate, often painful space between what was and what could be. Between the "no longer" and the "not yet" lies a landscape few dare to map. The Bitter-Sweet Horizon is a compass for those standing in the threshold. These book navigate the quiet ache of perpetual waiting and the invisible boundaries we trace around our hearts to keep the world and ourselves at bay. Capturing the stillness and tension of life's interludes the moments spent in anticipation of a change that never quite arrives. An exploration of the lines we draw between ourselves and others, the walls we build for protection, and the courage it takes to cross them. A reflection on the memories, regrets, and past versions of ourselves that we refuse to let go, examining why we keep certain hauntings alive. Written with raw emotional honesty, these poems offer a compass for anyone navigating the "bitter-sweet" landscape of the human heart, where the horizon represents both an end and a beginning.

She Didn't Cry, She Burned Not broken. Not silent. She didn't shed tears she ignited a fire within. This is a story of pain turned power, heartbreak turned flame. A fierce anthem for anyone who's ever been hurt but refused to fall.

A poem about full-of-himself Edgar and the breakup text he receives

(Lonely Nights Series Book 2)

What some call 'Solitude' is sometimes just loneliness is disguise.

By Gray :)! This is about a breakup I had months ago, hopefully they don't find this. It's not like they know this account, or the name I go by. If you find this, no you didn't. Anyways this is more of a rant style poem, like the ones I used to make. idk how I feel about it though. At least I finally got to let this out. I've been holding in this rant for so long, this is refreshing. I can move on now. TWs|| breakup

~a lament of the soul~ ~~~ this flame, it is my last I'll burn out and become your past candles are temporary, and that's alright I hope while it lasted my flame was bright

𝙞 𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘥 #1 in #orginalpoetry as of 6/27/24

A small collection of my thoughts.

I really hope that you guys enjoy this this is poetry:)