Micropoetry Stories

🖤 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 by itsjustAmrit ❝ 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ❞ Broken Pages is a collection carved from silence- 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. These aren't love poems. They're post-mortems. Grief sleeps between the lines. Heartbreak drips from metaphors. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 - "You're not alone in the dark." If you've ever smiled while shattering... If your silence ever screamed... 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. In the ash. In the aftermath. In the poetry only pain can write.

By loving you, I gave you the means to destroy me, and you did. ♥♥♥ There will always be a breaking point, and in the end, we all just want someone who chooses us, over everyone and everything, under any circumstances. I just wished it would have been you. For all those who seek ataraxia. 🏅 Rankings 🏅 #1 in allthefeels #2 in micropoetry

Shuffle my rabbit's playlist, write a tiny poem. 240 altogether. In 2017, I adopted Prince Argo. I'd take his picture and caption them with lyrics. I made a playlist of the songs. I'd build on it fastidiously for years. Pics of Prince Argo and my second rescue rabbit, Lord Allston. After 7 faithful years, Argo crossed the rainbow bridge. He was my best friend. On my worst days, I'd listen to sad music for hours and pet him as long as he'd let me. He never judged. In his honor, I reflect on the songs we listened to most. Every so often, I'll hit shuffle on his mix and write a tiny twitter poem based on the song. These aren't meant to be perfect. They're short and written quickly.

All that we hide... Thirty days to the beginning. Just that, thirty days. Here begins the countdown to my awakening. The countdown to the beginning of everything. <<Each day is a nightmare that continues when I sleep, from which I have not yet woken up>> No copies, no adaptations, copyright.

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.

A book with a series of inspiring stories and poems ,penned by amazing Co-Authors and participants of THOUGHT BOX. The list of coauthors:- - Payel Sarkar - Smita Mahto - Dr Shritama Das - Surekha Mali - Darshit Tanna - K. Sai Sreekar - Diya Mehta - Nitish Sr. - Avignya Abhilasha Kashyap - Saranya.R - Maulin shah -Urvi Gupta - Shruti Gaurav Mundada - Shuchi chourey - Smriti Sargam - Chongtei H khiamniungan - Anjni Ayachi - Afrina Ahmed - Debanjana Ghatak - Vardaan Vikram Singh - Ayushi sinha - Prashant Soni - Ruby -Ganesh Sadashiv Patil -Suman Sangita Nayak TEAM THOUGHT BOX is Blessed to have such amazing and aspiring writers as coauthors

A collection of over 100 micropoems.

A journey toward change.

A random collection of micro poetry exploring themes of love, nature, rejection, and the abstract.

a collection of angst and anxiety. - updates Fridays.

When does poetree begin? With the first lines of love? When youth brings in shame? Chemical reactions in the brain

A collection of poetry that I have shared on different social media platforms. I will keep adding to this collection so add it to your library. Follow me on Instagram, Twitter & Facebook @EmmaJanePoetry.

Its about a couple who loves to drink and imagine themselves doing stuff after getting "drunk" . Let's get tipsy . I'll be your ice You be my whiskey..

This is the prologue followed by the first chapter (puzzle piece) of The Curse of Time - Book 1 - Bloodstone which I hope to publish soon. The Curse Of Time is a YA/middle grade fantasy set in Cambridge UK. Sixteen year old Amelina Scott's life is blighted by a curse. She receives an invitation to visit the magical Krystallos cottage, but the cottage is illusive. Against her mother's warnings she searches for the cottage close to her home. To begin with the search is in vain. It is on this forbidden river walkway that Amelina first encounters Ryder. He appears just at the right moment, rescuing her from a perilous encounter. Amelina can't believe her luck. He's constantly on her mind. She has never met anyone like him before. His mesmerising eyes draw her to him. But appearances can be deceptive. Is he what he seems? Is he to be trusted? Will the Krystallos cottage reveal itself, and help her cure the curse, or will its secrets be entombed forever?

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My poems. For a season of changes and moods.