Femalepoet Stories

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

a clear expression of mixed feelings. some days i'm afraid to write, because the honesty kills me. [will forever be ongoing] welcome to a world filled with an overwhelmi...

~ 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...

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

Collection of freestyle poetries

poems by britney ✨

A collection of poems I am working on throughout the new year, writing poetry is new to me but it is of a meaning I've always known.

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...

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 fa...

Thoughts I Thought needs to be discussed and shared . So,here they are :)

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...

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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...

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

A Series of 25 poems and short stories throughout five chapters. Updates : Fri.Sat.Mon.Tue.Wends (🖤ALL MY WRITING PLEASE TAG ME OR MY INSTAGRAM @lolas_tongue IF SHARED�...

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.

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...

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...

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 h...