Historias de Literarypoetry

My Original Sonnets. Seriously.

Smoke & Silence is a collection of poems that shines a light on the quiet parts of life. It looks at what comes after a storm. It touches on feelings we often keep to ourselves and the memories we can't forget. The poems are like smoke-light but meaningful. They capture love, loss, and the feeling of missing someone. This book is for anyone who finds beauty in solitude. It's for those who find poetry in stillness and listen to the whispers of silence.

What keeps you Cold at Night? The Second Pillar, shadowed, in the First. Three is Key. ~Ongoing Series~ (Pillars of Winter V in progress) *Encouraged order is 1-5* ~These are my first real attempts at poetry; any comments or feedback would be welcome.~

Poems for the lost, the dreamers, and those still learning to bloom. Here you will find stanzas stitched from dreams, verses that blur the line between waking and wandering, poems that speak of breaking and becoming. Written in the language of stars and shadows, This collection explores what it means to lose yourself, to unearth fragments of beauty in the ruins, and to rise again, softer but stronger. For the dreamers. For the seekers. For anyone still learning to grow through the dark. 🌌

for the ones who cry over pages, who find themselves in characters that never lived, and who know that sometimes - fiction breaks you harder than reality ever could.

Some loves do not end. They remain as habits. As scars. As the person you become when no one is watching. This book is about what survives after mercy, and the quiet ways obsession teaches you to kneel.Some loves do not end. They remain as habits. As scars. As the person you become when no one is watching. This book is about what survives after mercy, and the quiet ways obsession teaches you to kneel. This is my first time posting my work on any platform~(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧. I would love to hear your thoughts on my work ヾ(❀╹◡╹)ﾉ~ *all the photo credits to their owners. I downloaded them from pinterest..so if it's yours please comment I'll add pic credits

This poem is a walk taken inward as much as forward through dark streets, inherited vows, and unhealed memories. It speaks of promises not made to the world, but to the self: to the child left waiting, to the scars that shaped endurance, to the quiet faith that survives fatigue. Each step becomes a question, each heartbeat a signature of resolve. It is about carrying sorrow without surrender, and learning how to stay awake to meaning even while moving through exhaustion. The road is long, the night unkind but belief continues to walk.

A quiet visitor arrives - one you've met before, though you try not to admit it. This is the conversation no one ever hears: the one between you and the darkness that knows you best. It doesn't threaten you - it recognizes you, comforts you, asks the questions no one else dares. And when it finally invites you to go with it, the silence becomes your answer.

The lives of those we call family are never ours to fully know. Yet the poet dares to watch, to wonder, to write what might be-the hidden fears, desires, and silences that shape every bond. This is a collection of imagination, intimacy, and the truths that live in shadows. *all the picture credits to their artists and the owners. I took them from pinterest. If you come across one of yours please contact I'll add credits.

What if memory doesn't just linger-but watches? This poem is a self-haunting. A quiet questioning of whether memory is just the subconscious... or something more alive. A breath that never left. A shadow that sees.

A poetic plunge into the space between pain and transcendence. "Blood and Poison" explores the fragile intersection of memory, transformation, and the eternal light we chase. Through lyrical intensity and metaphysical reflection, this piece invites readers to confront what it means to stand still... and let time die.

They race the clock. I reshape it. This is not a poem about time - it's a declaration from someone who commands it. A slow, powerful voice that doesn't rush to be heard - because it already knows it will echo. For those who've ever felt behind, overlooked, or too slow... this piece reminds you: some of us weren't made to run. We were made to orchestrate.

The Olives Archives is a curated collection of poems that carry emotions so dense they pierce even metal hearts. These are not gentle verses written for comfort; they are poems forged in pressure-pressed, bruised, and preserved like olives beneath stone. Each poem in this archive holds an intensity that lingers. Love is not romanticized; it is exposed. Pain is not dramatized; it is distilled. Joy appears sparingly, but when it does, it tastes earned. The collection moves through vulnerability, resilience, longing, identity, and healing, documenting emotional truths often hidden beneath composure and silence. The title The Olives Archives reflects both preservation and endurance. Like olives, these poems are bitter before they are nourishing. They demand patience, honesty, and the willingness to sit with discomfort. In return, they offer clarity, depth, and recognition. This archive is for readers who feel deeply, for those whose hearts have hardened not by choice but by survival-and for anyone brave enough to let poetry cut, open, and ultimately soften them again. 1. Where Even Steel Learns to Bleed 2. Soft Things Surviving Loud Worlds 3. What We Swallowed to Stay Alive 4. The Silence That Raised Me 5. Bruises That Learned to Speak 6. Salt Under the Tongue 7. Tenderness in a Closed Fist 8. Scars Don't Ask for Names 9. The Shape of What I Didn't Say 10. When Strength Cracks Quietly 11. Hands That Forgot How to Ask 12. Love, After the Armor 13. The Weight of Uncried Tears 14. Softness as an Act of Rebellion 15. Bones That Remember Warmth 16. What the Heart Does in the Dark 17. Survival Tastes Bitter First 18. A Gentle Thing Called Courage 19. We Learned to Breathe Between Wounds 20. The Day I Let the Wall Listen

Poetry on nature and experience

The Silence That Speaks by Abby Wren This is a book about the things we don't always say out loud. About pain, love, memory, and finding yourself again. Each poem is a piece of my journey - through silence, through sorrow, through strength. Maybe you'll see a bit of yourself in these pages. Maybe they'll help you feel a little less alone.

The purpose of this work emerges through multiple layers, each one illuminating a different aspect of human experience with absence and presence. At its heart, it serves as both witness and transformation- taking the universal experience of separation and absence and creating a shared language for understanding its many dimensions. Most importantly, it validates the complexity of modern separation - how we can be simultaneously present and absent, how distance works differently in digital spaces, how some forms of separation defy traditional understanding. It offers readers a mirror for their own experiences while creating a framework for understanding the architecture of absence in our contemporary world.

Ashes is a collection surrounding the decay of the aftermath. The ruin that exists without apology. These works give voice to the quiet at the end, when all else fails. The solemn feeling of goodbye, coiled with the start of something new.

Welcome to the Nonentity of Epopee, a chaparral of unwieldy euphemism where the manifold cerebral meets the abyss of the mind. Within these 25 hectic runes, an architect of shadows explores the dissonance of being a side character in a world of luminous protagonists. From the orisons of the empyrean to the murky ponds of despondency

a collection of tortured thoughts.

What keeps you Cold at Night? The Second Pillar, shadowed, in the First. ~Ongoing Series~ (Pillars of Winter V in progress) *Encouraged order is 1-5* ~These are my first real attempts at poetry; any comments or feedback would be welcome.~