Free-verse Stories

A world of poems captured in a single book, written by a girl who played every role: the academic achiever, the loyal friend, the eldest daughter, and more. She was always the one chosen for the top rank, yet she was never the one chosen by love. This collection is a bridge across the years, composed of verses that trace a haunting evolution where the innocent wonders of childhood slowly sharpen into the cold realizations of the real world. Yours truly, RosePoet (Note: These entries are not arranged in chronological order; however, I have included dates to serve as a guide to navigate the journey through time.) Pinterest: Littlemisstaromilktea

Thoughts. Words. Feelings. All of these are things we experience on a daily basis. Of course, it varies from person to person; how many thoughts we have, how deeply we feel, how we use our words. This is but my experience, shared with the world. My thoughts voiced for my own peace of mind. My words spoken for all to hear. My feelings bared, heart on my sleeve. The darkness within us all sometimes intimidates us, and we can all but hide inside closets where our masks and skeletons dance.

Poesis Awards is a poetry celebration created to honor talented poets and their words. Through various categories, poets can showcase their creativity, connect with readers, and earn recognition for their art. Every verse has a voice, and every voice deserves to be heard. ✨🌹📖

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A book of poems from an amature author

Behold, he walks though laid to rest, Entombed beneath my false behest.

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝗔 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗵𝘆𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝟮𝟬𝘀. ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 🐢 Rankings: #10 in poetry (out of 345K stories) #7 in poem (out if 212K stories) #1 in poembook (out of out of 18K stories) #1 in poemcollection (out of 11.9K stories) #2 in poetrycollection (out of out of 37.6K stories) #2 in freeverse (out of out of 8.03K stories) #3 in prose (out of out of 9.88K stories) #4 in lovepoem (out of 8.84K stories) #4 in rhyme (out of 6.17K stories) #5 in poet (out of 18.9K stories) ────୨ৎ──── 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲: @𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗯𝘂𝗻 All images/gifs used in this book belong to the original owners. No copyright infringement intended. ©️ 𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗯𝘂𝗻 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲. 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻. 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲.🚨

Have you ever known the paradox of something that is constantly evanescing away despite existing eternally? A feeling- that continues to vanish whilst lingering deep within your existence. -Well, you will have most certainly known it by the time you close this book. Eternal Evanescence is a record of the raw emotions of a girl who had just newly turned 15, just fell in love, just starting to explore the meaning of life, who despises herself to the core and is just learning how to fit the words like pieces of a puzzle to create art. But in the span of 2 years her life will completely shift into something that she couldn't have imagined in her wildest dreams. ->No image used in this book belongs to me unless I have stated so. ->Plagiarism, hate, promotions and bullying is strictly not tolerated. ->All rights belong to me.

this is for those who feel everything "too" deeply you are not too much you are not not enough you are not alone if no one told you today you matter

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

A collection of words written from the deepest cracks of a heavy aching heart. A deeply vulnerable collection of lyrical free verse for the aching, the lonely, and the beautifully broken.

Words that'll touch your heart

Poetry provisions of much treasured observation of self and the world. Status: On Going... Note: Publication will not be in order due to its ongoing status.

​"The night has said all it needs to say, but the ink isn't dry-it's just moving to a new page." ​From the creator of The Whispers of Night comes a companion volume born from the same soul, written by the same pen, and carrying the same beautifully enduring scars. ​The dark may be thinning, but the poet remains unchanged. ​The Whispers of Dawn does not promise a world free of shadows, nor does it offer shallow, fleeting warmth. Instead, it is an unfiltered look at the horizon through the eyes of a survivor. It is the quiet stillness that follows a lifetime of storms, where the fragments of heavy memories, deep-seated grief, and an unyielding devotion to the Divine Mother are held up to the first rays of morning light. ​Moving away from the suffocating cold of the winter cage, this collection steps onto a road of profound definition and universal acceptance. From the silent prayers offered at stone shrines to the fierce, complex sacrifices of love and survival, Evander Nightborne explores what it means to carry a fractured heart into an awakening world. ​The ghosts have been housed. The dawn is breaking. And through the gray mists of morning, the soul finally learns to breathe again.

journal entries...

I know I feel more than others--but still feel so unprepared when overcome by this anguish that doesn't quell. Welcome to the hopeless side of my page, where I'm most likely sobbing while I write. This state feels endless, but I feel peace when I write them down. I hope you resonate with my words, but I also just hope you're okay. It isn't easy, but it also isn't forever--AND THIS TOO SHALL PASS!!! ~ With love, Sara Katherine ♡

❝I kept myself hidden. So many words to say and yet without a voice, they never found the way. In pieces of paper. Covered in ink, I entered a world, where only I exist.❞ [hr: 1 in poetry]

A collection of poems about longing, memories, quiet moments, and the little worlds we carry inside us. Written by a beginner poet, these poems are imperfect, honest, and still growing-just like the person who wrote them.

A collection of my poetry: real, raw, unedited

Confession poem cutting like a rebel's vow. Tone is desperate romantic and defiant all at once