Originalpoetry Stories

A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind. "Sometimes the quietest night holds the loudest heartbreak." 'Am I Going Crazy?' is a poetic journey through love, late-night nostalgia, and the art of healing. These are words for the broken, the lovers, and the dreamers. Maybe you'll see a part of yourself in them, too.

Before I Grew Up is a raw exploration of the boxes we build to survive. It's for the ones who were told they were 'too sensitive' while they were actually being manipulated. For the ones who apologize for the space they take up. For the ones still trying to find the child they left behind in the abyss of their own minds.

Every morning is the awakening of a different pain. Not quite life, not quite death...just a heavy, lingering existence. A raw exploration of the gravity of being human, the exhaustion of the heart and the silent struggle to carry oneself when the world feels to heavy to hold.

A collection of poetry that I wrote here and there based of my own experiences and emotions. I hope you are able to share your thoughts about my poetry and help me grow my hobby.

Random poems

POV: You finally pause, the birds are chirping, and you realize rain isn't just weather-it's a quiet artist painting the world in cool tones and soft reflections. 👁️✨ Welcome to the Stillness. 🌿 The Garden's Gentle Hour is 100% "gentle atmosphere" magic-think silver cottons drifting, amber leaves resting, and rich chocolate soil laughing under a cool drizzle. 🍂☁️ This is a journey through a moment where the world slows down, the air turns crisp, and everything just breathes. I wanted to capture that hidden beauty when rain isn't dramatic or mystical-it's just peaceful. The way pale tiles turn into mirrors, how moss and vine quietly entangle old bricks, and how the whole garden sways like it's in a slow, quiet dance. 🌧️✨ I'd love to hear from you: Do you prefer the sound of rain tapping on leaves or the quiet after it stops? 💧 Also, does a cool, rainy day feel like a reset button or a cozy pause to you? Comment your favorite rainy-day detail below! ☔🎶 READ. BREATHE. ENJOY. LUV U BYE!! 🌧️

A poem written by Sana CP, based on a real emotional love story. It speaks about loss, memory, and the version of ourselves that disappears when someone we love leaves. Published by Faasila with permission from the author.

A raw expression of pain, love, and silence. Emotions that were never spoken, only felt.

Hiya! I wrote all these poems in this book. A-lot of them I wrote from the late hours of the night and the early hours of the morning. The most calming times of the day. When you're most at one with yourself. I will continue to update this "book" of poems as I write them so I hope you enjoy my work! :)

A collection of poems and quiet reflections, written in the hours when the world sleeps and the heart begins to speak louder. These pieces wander through love, pain, healing, and the emotions we carry within us-those rarely spoken, but deeply felt.

A gentle collection of poems rising from chaos into clarity. These pages hold the quiet battles, the unspoken truths, and the soft rebirth of a soul learning to breathe again. For anyone walking through darkness, may these words remind you that light is already on its way.

Some poetry I've written. Might update, might not.

Just some thoughts

[poetry collection] whimsical poetry i wrote to keep you believing in fairy tales! #1 in poembook! #2 in mypoetry! #3 in poetry?! #2 in poetrycollection!! #10 in deepthoughts :) #16 in poem! 01.10.2021 to 03.14.2021

just a lil poetry collection <3. i haven't been writing poetry for very long, so they might not be very good (any advice or pointers are welcome). most of these poems are just glorified pillow thoughts, written in the in-between space of half-sleeping half-spiraling, and they truly are just a quiet ache that has found its way onto paper. hope u enjoy, xoxo.

original poetry about whatever i feel

Some meetings are not accidents. They are gravity. This is a three-part love letter to the one who feels like a memory inherited from the stars, a quiet hope for a conversation that has already, in every way that matters, begun. From the forthcoming collection, Luyando.

This is just a bunch of poetry I wrote. You can find my poetry blog on tumblr @charzeewrites