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14 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ──────── ˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── There has always been an 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 residing in me. Something hollow and deep and empty. Something that screams to be heard. Something that aches for meaning in this haunting world. Through this collection I try to pick out the pieces of my heart and bleed out words that have haunted me. And maybe try to find peace with a truth that always scared me. because maybe this is how its meant to be : me, floating in the abyss of my misery ────────˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poem (out of 199k stories) #1 in poetrycollection (out of 34.5k stories) #1 in words (out of 16.5k stories) #1 in poembook (out of 15.8k stories) #1 in prose (out of 9.07k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.72k stories)

Midnight Poems is a collection of raw, haunting thoughts-written in the quiet hours when sleep won't come and the dark feels a little too honest. These aren't your typical love poems. They're messy, aching, and sometimes a bit twisted. If you've ever stayed up too late thinking about everything and nothing, this book is for you.

A heart that has loved, lost, broken, healed - and still hopes. This is a collection of words I once hid inside my chest. Poems about love, ache, longing, healing, and everything in-between. If you feel too deeply, welcome home. 💌

A book of poems from an amature author

I created this collection of poetry to eventually publish them, if I could in the future. These poems are created by me. There are about different topics that people can relate to. "She was never the problem child. They assumed she would do great in life." - The Middle Child Do not steal them or feed them into AI.

"everything you lose is a step you take"

This is my first collection of poems, just a small journey through laugher, tears, and vanishing figures. The pages hold scenes of connection and then - disappearance. I hope you will be left with something more than just a poem that you have read and then forgotten in a matter of seconds. I hope you will be left with something out of reach, like a ghost in a summer rain. Thank you and enjoy.

Not Okay, But Writing Anyway is a raw, unfiltered poetry collection chronicling the emotional aftermath of my breakup. Written in real time, these poems reflect the heartache, confusion, longing, and slow healing that comes from losing not just a partner, but a best friend. If you've ever been left with more feelings than closure, this book might speak to you. This book is also a light memoir. Thank you for reading.

The grace of words, woven with purpose, to remind hearts of the eternal light and spread peace.

For those who seek in poetry a mirror to recognize themselves, a refuge to heal, and a spark to take flight.

At the end of our world, governments asked for no new borns until the sun consumes Us. It's all but wait now... - | Retropublication 646x23nj19 | -

An everlasting collection of my abstract thoughts.

Devil on Her Shoulder is a collection of poetry written from the quiet places trauma leaves behind: the thoughts never spoken, the emotions carried in silence, and the parts of healing that don't happen all at once. These poems explore trauma, body image, mental health, self-perception, and the inner voice that can be both a comfort and a destroyer. These poems hold the thoughts that never left me and show the reality of living through trauma and learning how to live with yourself afterward. This book was written for anyone who has ever felt too much, not enough, or completely alone in their own thoughts. If you see yourself in these words, you were always meant to find them. With love, Lexie Kathleen Tags: Poetry, Poems, Poem, Relatable, Short Chapters, Mental Health, Emotions, Personal feelings

1 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 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. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── ⟪ 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 personal thoughts (out of 2.5k stories)

[kurdish, english] The beauty of poetry: even the ugliest thoughts are beautiful! The poetry is the most beautiful way to speak: your heart, your mind, your thoughts, your feelings, your day, your long nights without sleeping, your hurt, your madness, your tiredness, your happiness, your love, your jealousy, your obsession, your kindness.. ـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــʚɞ I'm pomy, I will publish my poems here in Kurdish and English Hope you enjoy my poetry, and maybe some of them speak to you, for you, with you, in you.☻ ــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــــʚɞ Warning ⚠ English: All poems and writings in this book are my original work. Copying, sharing, or using them without my name and permission is prohibited and may lead to legal action. Thank you for respecting my work. Pomy ( Whispersofpomy) Kurdish: هەموو شیعر و نووسینەکانی ئەم کتێبە بەرهەمی ڕەسەنی منن. کۆپیکردن، هاوبەش کردن، یان بەکارهێنانیان بەبێ ناو و مۆڵەتی من قەدەغەیە و لەوانەیە ببێتە هۆی ڕێکاری یاسایی. سوپاس بۆ ڕێزگرتن لە کارەکانم. پومـی. ( Whispersofpomy)

Trigger Warnings: ⚠️ Depression, self-harm ideation, toxic love, suicidal themes. 🤗 This is my debut on Wattpad. I'm writing these poems to vent my emotional frustration and to remind myself (and maybe you) that we're not alone in the ache. ❤️‍🔥 Do you think love should warm us gently... or consume us completely?

I'm not a poet. I'm just a 17-year-old writing down the things I don't know how to say out loud. This is a collection of poems about school, family, growing up, and the kind of pain people don't notice because you're "too young" to be this tired. It's about being compared, being ignored, being told you're fine when you're really not. About smiling in public and breaking down when you're alone. Some of this is messy. Some of it is angry. Some of it probably shouldn't be shared-but it's real. If you've ever felt invisible, misunderstood, or like you're carrying more than you should be at this age, maybe you'll see yourself here. Content Warning: Mental health struggles, self-harm awareness, family issues, emotional distress.

My late night muse; everyday muse ; People, things, feelings, colors that have inspired me in everywhich way.

The Rose and the Lantern is a quiet gathering of moments - memory, doubt, childhood, love, and the soft ache of longing. Rooted in Lancashire's fields and shadowed rooms, these poems hold both the thorn and the light - the beauty of what was, and the lantern we carry forward.

Just some poems.