Femalepoet Stories

A collection of small poems

And here we have a mix and mess of all the poems I've ever written that I feel confident enough to share with the public! These poems can be raw, sad, moving, and a huge other mix of emotions spewing from my oh-so-unfortunately-human heart. I have no shame in feeling, and neither should you. So without further ado, I leave you with my Shit Poetry; a never-ending book of feelings.

onism (n.) the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people's passwords, each representing one more thing you'll never get to see before you die-and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here. kind enough to bloom, mean enough to thrive

Reach for me, across the grass of our youth. Take me with you through each new day. Pull me along, I am all but found. You not needing me when you are my air. All the days of our youth, they are but one. That story of me and you. That novel in three words. Which three might they be? I love you? No. I need you

The weed amongst the cracks, fighting to peep through. Into the sunlight of her love. Slowly growing, inching up, ever swaying in the breeze. Before he knew the flower he could become. She whispered in his ear, who he was. That was her, she gave him hope. That he was good, that he was strong, that he was loved.

Have you ever noticed that the idea of marriage isn't held in the high esteem it used to have? I have. This poem tells of the loss of marriage values in society.

Black rimmed eyes laden heavy with liner. Porcelain skin draped in scarlet silky nothings. Stiletto heels scraping high to the sky. Trappings of her life, no longer hers. A trick and a tease to make those ends meet. Another stage, another hotel, another stranger in the night. Nights turn into days. Days turn into life. I am not her. But now she is me. Soul forever invaded by the trappings of her life, no longer hers.

That smell. Fragrant to her soul like a thousand shattered memories. Weaving through all the fragments of the good times that they had. And the bad. Those too. Pieces falling everywhere as she struggles to contain each feeling as it comes. Perfume can be bottled. But memories not so much. They come at a price. Best to just leave fragments.

A collection of poems about life, death, and some stuff in-between. All writings belong to me, myself, and I.

A simple collection of poetry curated by moi. Derived by the depths of my Poetizer account. Written from the heart, polished by the soul. That being said, please, read and enjoy! - "The writer has such a unique and creative way of putting their innermost thoughts into scripture, using words that flow and are melodically witty . . . The style of the writer's storytelling is gripping." - Bright Cyprus, Inkitt "Damn. This is stunning writing . . . absolutely breathtaking." - WriterOfStarlight, Wattpad - TOP RANKER # 1 in inner thoughts out of 1.2k stories!! : ) OTHER RANKINGS - #1 in ~ open book - #1 in ~ lose yourself - #1 in ~ female poet - #2 in ~ provoking - #4 in ~ real-life [[cover adapted on Canva; photo from Anna Shvets, Pexel]]

A mere collection of my short poems, mostly free verse ones.

This is a book of poetry written entirely by me. Subjects may range from human nature, emotions, wordplay, and nature itself. I'm keeping it on here for compilation purposes as well as feedback.

Lilies & Roses in the Countryside is a love letter to girls with wild hearts and messy hair, who dream in pastels and kiss like fire. These poems bloom where lipstick smears and secrets sleep. between sunlit silence and bad decisions made under pink skies. It's for the ones who felt everything too much, and let it grow anyway.

Before the world told me how to feel, before I learned the rules of love and heartbreak, I put my soul on paper. These poems are the wild confessions of a teenage girl caught between innocence and awakening - raw, messy, and painfully honest. From the first flutter of a crush to the cosmic wonder of distant stars, this collection unravels the chaos of growing up. It's a journey through locked hearts and raging storms, whispered secrets and thunderous truths, the bright lights of hope and the shadows of doubt. If you've ever felt like your emotions are a tangled nebula - beautiful, confusing, and overwhelming - you're not alone. This is for anyone who's struggled to find their voice in the noise, and who still dares to look up at the sky and ask, "What's next?"

Do you struggle with your thoughts? One minute you're okay and then the next minute you're breaking down into tears? One minute you want to be around others then the next minute your mind is telling you "You should be alone, because no one wants you around."? One minute you're smiling, then the next minute you just can't shake your frown? Maybe it's not the people around you. Maybe your mind is your real monster.

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My ongoing collection of poems, I'll keep adding as I write them (though I don't write poetry too often) If you have an idea, I'm open to requests. Leave a comment on my 'requests' page

I have this incapability to say the things I feel, I struggle with saying the words that make my reality... a reality. So this is my zine poetry about things I can say by writing, these words were a knot in my throat.

Cowboy boots on the grass. Two pairs lined up. Whiskey shots at midnight as we dance the night away. Sweet country music. Sweet lips pressed to mine. When the dew melts, please still be next to me. Take my hand in yours let's find our next adventure. Oh sweet country boy. Oh sweet country boy.