Darkpoetry Stories

The journey between what we see and what we feel ...!

From Darkness, With Love.

For the parts of me that stayed locked inside

Songs of the Siren is a haunting collection of poetic voices drawn from the depths of the ocean, where desire, danger, and longing collide. Told through the voice of a siren who is both feared and misunderstood, this book explores love that consumes, beauty that destroys, and the quiet loneliness behind power. Each poem is a song, some soft, some seductive, some dangerous calling to those who have ever loved too deeply or lost themselves in the process. This is not just a story of drowning. It is a story of survival, identity, and reclaiming a voice the world once called a curse. If you listen closely... you might hear her calling.

This is not an anthology about love. This is about what love becomes when it starts to consume you. This is a collection of poems that wander through obsession, heartbreak, trauma, and quiet survival. From soft devotion to violent longing, from silence to fire, each piece untangle what it means to feel unbearable in a world that asks you to feel less. Some wounds don't fade. They master how to speak.

❛❛ We carry galaxies in our mouths, but most of the stars are already dead . . . ❜❜ This is a collection for the muted ghosts living inside our heads. Every poem digs into the dark corners of thought, love, loss, and the little betrayals we carry every day. Grim, reflective, and unafraid to stare into the void, these words linger long after you close the page. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

Des poèmes, des chansons Des petites parties de moi. Un recueil d'appels d'une âme en détresse.

A series of poems written in the calm of silence, with a bleeding heart and a lost soul. This anthropology entails everything I feel and often long to let out but often find hard to say. It is written in the shadows of solitude and in the embrace of darkness. Started: For as long as I could remember. Finished: Don't think it ever could.

I realized I like to make random poems so these will be mostly short poems I've made randomly based off of real events or roleplays, probably won't post often but I wanted to make some public when I make them

My second poetry book that deals with love and grief!

I Loved You in the Dark is a poetic autobiography born from visions, grief, spiritual warfare, heartbreak, and rebirth. It is a story told in fragments, soft, aching, prophetic, unfolding the life of a girl who grew up seeing what others denied, survived what no one could name, and became a woman forged in both shadow and light. From childhood moments of intuition and ghost-sightings... to witnessing a sister's death before it happened... to enduring four years of psychic attack, generational trauma, and spiritual isolation... to loving the wrong people, losing herself, breaking rules she once held sacred, and mourning relationships that shaped her... these poems reveal the path of a soul learning discernment, fighting darkness, and returning to God through fire.

A spoken-word series about boys growing into expectations, fathers passing down truths, and the strange silence that lives at 30,000 feet. This flight is only just beginning.

This piece drifts through betrayal, silence, and the slow birth of vengeance, exploring what happens when hurt is left to rot beneath the surface. It captures the fragile transformation from wounded soul to quiet destroyer-where pain no longer asks to be healed, only remembered. Within these words lives the aftermath of broken trust, the hunger for power, and the loneliness that follows revenge once the fire finally settles. Beneath the darkness, the reader may discover not only anger... but the emptiness left behind after becoming the very thing they feared.

Textiles is a collection of the tangible--threads you can hold and turn in your hand. It explores gothic betrayal, dignity, history, and the ache found within uncovering truths. These objects carry beauty, but within their hidden seams lies the heart of this series.

Trapped in a cycle of memories. Lost in toxic air. Poem for suffering hearts. Feeling lost? Lonely? Misunderstood? Give this read a try. Dear readers, I thought my words will help you feel less lonely. I want to let these broken souls know that they aren't alone. I wish the best for everyone who feels like they can relate to my words. Sending everyone love and hugs!

"There is no one-not two, not three-To grab my ankles, stop the spree. I ran along derailing trains;I saw a man's invading pains. I stood where no one dared to pass-In that forgotten moldy class."

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡?

She wanted freedom. She found love. She tasted danger. And somewhere between all of it, she lost herself. Jessica's life was never easy. After leaving her family home at fifteen, she believes she can finally start over. But the past follows her, love hurts more than it heals, and the people around her pull her deeper into a world she never wanted to belong to. A story about trauma, addiction, first love, broken hearts, and a girl trying to survive herself. Content Warning This story contains sensitive and potentially triggering topics, including domestic violence, childhood trauma, emotional and physical abuse, neglect, mental health struggles, depression, PTSD, borderline personality disorder, suicidal thoughts, self-hatred, and the impact of growing up in an unsafe home. Some scenes may be disturbing or emotionally intense for readers. Please read with care and only continue if you feel emotionally safe enough to do so. Your mental health matters. If this story becomes too heavy, it is okay to take a break, stop reading, or reach out to someone you trust.

Sometimes in the journey of loving them unconditionally you hurt them unconditionally. 🥇#rhythm (6/11/22)-(25/11/22)

For you who do not know who I am truly I am greatful and for those who do know me it makes no difference for all who have been born I have dwelled with them who have made me ever so glad. While all have live in misery and meaningless experiences of happiness my days have been ever so rejoiceful seeing that all have given birth to me; that even though some wish to avoid me they return at some point unto me again.