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A short poem about how writing makes me feel ❤️

Words pent up too long could no longer be contained. One day they decided a filter wasn't going to stop them. It was the birth of an epic explosion.

A collection of poetry, with the first one being written at 16, and so on, with life experiences , come new poems. (Sonder - the realization that those around you have a life as complex as your own. )

This soul-touching poem explores the profound beauty found in life's simplest, most unexpected moments. Instead of chasing grand or material riches, the poem invites the reader to find divine love and comfort in a humble tangerine. Through the sensory journey of peeling and tasting the fruit, it unfolds a deeper spiritual message about patience, trusting God's timing, and recognizing that He provides exactly what we need, one small piece at a time. It is a gentle reminder that we are never forgotten and that peace is often wrapped in the most ordinary blessings.

Join Luna on her inspiring journey as she escaped the confines of her past and discovers a new world of possibilities of Mars! (Kay Town) . . . ⚠️Disclaimer⚠️ This poem, 'A HOME AMONG THE STARS', is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are imaginary. IMAGE CREDITS: The images used to illustrate this poem are sourced from Pinterest and belong to their respective owners. COPYRIGHT NOTICE: This poem is an original work, copyrighted by (@EmotiveEchoes11). PERMISSION NOTICE: No part of this poem may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without prior written permission from the author.

This is basically just me putting a bunch of philes(like pluviophile, javaphile, and astrophile) with descriptions. I might also add phobias with them, but there will be no pictures for them, and I deeply apologies for that. I will also take requests if you have one you want!

As she opened her lips, blood-red seeds spilled out; seeds of wisdom. Come closer to gather a kernel of truth and become enlightened.

A [single] short Poem on Nature.

She opened her mouth, surprised, as words burst forth. Completed

Because just having a lot of poetry is never enough. Twi·light /ˈtwīˌlīt/ noun: (That magical hour:) The soft glowing light from the sky when the sun is below the horizon, caused by the refraction and scattering of the sun's rays from the atmosphere. (Completed)

Have you been affected by distance? Here is a story of two soulmates separated by violence.. We only get to meet one of the friends though.. Simple poetry like never before.. Read on

a poem for dreamers, and for life

I spilled some ink and watched as words began to form.