Newpoetry Stories

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.

This is where I'll be posting poems written from 2020 on until I finally decide to end it and start a new "book". I'll try to post them as I write them but who knows when that'll be.

What is poetry?? Feelings? An Escape? Or a love

A shy girl's poetry From experience and imagination.

A letter to death |deTH| the destruction or permanent end of something. A letter to the one thing that causes more hurt than heartbreak, abandonment, and abuse.

This is a collection of poems I have written over the years. I will continue to add for anyone who is interested. If you have taken the time to read thankyou x

"In some other life, we are standing side by side and laughing that, in some other life, we are apart." -Unknown Part Four: I guess I'm addicted. ---------- A collection of 2020 poems.

are you awake?

Whenever we start writting or doing any work we always face with so many internal desire of mind and heart.

We're all so desperate to be understood... we forget to be understanding!! A LONG WALK THROUGH MY MIND Started: 28th Feb, 2022

Collection of life inspired poems for international reads.

This book is the culmination of the poems that I have written. If you liked the poems, then please show your love by liking the poems and giving them a vote (clicking on the star) and don't forget to comment and share it with more of your poem lover Friends! , as it not only helps me reach more people who love poetry but also motivates me to keep writing Happy reading ❤️

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

I'm new to poetry lol

a new love with a stranger that is not so much a stranger

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!! 😇

An internal struggle being fought daily A poem about fighting yourself (feedback would be appreciated)

Two dogs barking, are they free, or is it a lie. A Rebel Robin poetry collection, updated live with raw emotions, just like that worm I ate.

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.