Newpoetry Stories

Poetry from the world behind the story. These poems explore the voices, emotions, and moments that shaped Diamond and Coal- love, pressure, betrayal, resilience, and transformation. Because diamonds don't start as diamonds. They start as coal.

Poetry is an art. It allows you to speak freely, & in whatever style you choose. I don't rhyme very often in my poetry, because I prefer to just let my mind wander, & let the words poor straight from my heart to the pen. I hope that you enjoy these, & I will be trying to upload new poems at least once or twice a week. •P.S. Some of the poems may be explicit !!!!! If you are easily offended or aren't mature enough to read them, just don't read them. Please & thank you in advance•

collection of AbyZa poetry

Have you ever been asked.. what's your favourite colour? Ofcourse you would have .. Right ? So what was your answer.. ? Think about it.. Do you associate the choice of your colors to various things ? Maybe .. maybe not.. So let's just say I am gonna tell you my favourite colour and why is it my favourite.. Hope you guys enjoy!! 😇

Poetry

This is a slight intro on me! I hope you like it! It will change overtime i hope to be able to better me and expand!

A man of many battles .but this time to step forward is to step outside himself ..... enjoy the journey and turmoil where landscape meets mind scape.

Poem about a very important person in my life.

HIGHEST in poetry #155 (n)- a nostalgic longing to be near again to someone or something that is distant, something that has been loved and then lost. (there was a boy once) ((i knew him)) COPYRIGHT ALL RIGHTS RESERVED AS PART OF THE WATTPAD GUIDELINES/RULES.

Some poems of mine.

Poetry about longing, loving, and being raised by refugee parents as part of a diaspora. Non rhyming pentastich poetry and prose.

Prose and poetry about the month of November

Have you ever fallen into a love so deep that you'd readily hurt yourself anytime, just to get a glimpse of them?

Original poem

hello and welcome to a piece of my brain. enjoy your stay. Y E A R O N E.

your words ring like bullets begging to tear through my heart, and to make me bleed the sweet color of her cherry chapstick