Femalepoet Stories

This year broke my heart and it shattered my soul

quotes and poetry by a teenage girl

A collection of poems from who I used to be. All writings belong to me, myself and I.

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...

~ There's a thin line between a hunger to feel and thirst to rest ~ Anhedonia is my 1st poetry collection, which has a special place in my heart. Anhedonia is an inabil...

She lived in the dark green fields of his soul. Pushing and pulling him to the edge. Her hair like the caramel ripples of a smooth cognac. Filling the glass with rich sw...

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

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 nex...

My random thoughts and poems as microtales.

My poetry!!!! Follow my TikTok- Honey_bee420

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 a...

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...

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 b...

A collection of small poems

Dear mom is a poem written by Writersslant. Dear Mom poem describes how a mother is in the eyes of her kid, hardworking, talented, caring.

A piece that I wrote for the 13 year old version of me, that naive kid who grew up a bit too soon

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 purp...

He rode her coat tails through the spiralling depths. Clinging dearly to her, his dear.