Poem Stories

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For while we are still in this tent, we groan under our burden, because we wish not to be unclothed but to be further clothed, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. He who has prepared us for this very thing is God, who has given us the Spirit as a guarantee. - 2 Corinthians 5:4-5

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

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Simply my thoughts....

Exploring what world of poems can I come across with prompts of single words. Short poems for versification 2026 This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva

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What do you do with a truth that has no voice? Smeraldo explores the fragile boundary between memory and numbness. In this collection of prose poetry, the questions don't demand answers, and the pain doesn't move. There are no grand resolutions here-only the quiet, heavy reality of the things we bury in order to survive. A deeply personal, confessional journey through the thoughts whispered only in the dark, capturing the heavy weight of a silence that refuses to lift.

A ship. A tank. A crew. An extra. Below deck. Untold tales. A cryptid and a keeper. An unlikely alliance. Updates twice a month as I finish them (usually every 2 weeks)

Hello, my dear readers. These poems are just pieces of what I feel- some soft, some heavy. I hope you find something in them that feels like your own. Thank you for being here.✌❤

A collection of poems that had the potential to be loved, yet remained unnoticed. Poets don't just write - they bleed, piece by piece, into the paper. They breathe life into words and call it poetry. Writing is filled with what-ifs, maybes, and endless confusion. Yet a poet continues - to write, to bleed, to stay honest. Poets are known for writing about love, but in truth, they write what they secretly crave - and when asked why, they learn to lie. This book is a place where overthinkers can breathe, where tired minds can rest, and where those carrying too much can finally pause.

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A collection of my fav poems I wrote, written in an emotional teen girl's perspective... Hope u enjoy ♡

Pratyush Sharma has spent his entire life hiding the truth about who he is, carrying a secret that could shatter everything he has ever known. Pihu Nagarkoti, on the other hand, lives life with an open heart, believing that kindness can be found in the most unexpected places. When fate keeps bringing them together, what begins as a series of chance encounters slowly blossoms into a love neither of them sees coming. But some truths are harder to confess than they are to carry. Astitva: Beneath Our Sky is a bittersweet tale of identity, acceptance, and a love that dares to exist in a world that often fears what it doesn't understand. TOP 1 IN GENDEREUALITY (25/08/2026)

​"The night has said all it needs to say, but the ink isn't dry-it's just moving to a new page." ​From the creator of The Whispers of Night comes a companion volume born from the same soul, written by the same pen, and carrying the same beautifully enduring scars. ​The dark may be thinning, but the poet remains unchanged. ​The Whispers of Dawn does not promise a world free of shadows, nor does it offer shallow, fleeting warmth. Instead, it is an unfiltered look at the horizon through the eyes of a survivor. It is the quiet stillness that follows a lifetime of storms, where the fragments of heavy memories, deep-seated grief, and an unyielding devotion to the Divine Mother are held up to the first rays of morning light. ​Moving away from the suffocating cold of the winter cage, this collection steps onto a road of profound definition and universal acceptance. From the silent prayers offered at stone shrines to the fierce, complex sacrifices of love and survival, Evander Nightborne explores what it means to carry a fractured heart into an awakening world. ​The ghosts have been housed. The dawn is breaking. And through the gray mists of morning, the soul finally learns to breathe again.

On voiceless days find yourself through a million words. Let it be your voice to your unspoken hate, love and sorrow. Let the words retell all your joy, grief, regret and sadness.

Thoughts and reflections from an Islamic perspective...

Poems I've written as a hobby. I enjoy writing poems it's something I didn't expect to enjoy so much, I've been practicing for a while now, and now confident in posting it. Pls enjoy Will try update every 3-4 days More than welcome to give topics to write about.

a collection of notes i never sent to people who left to myself to fate warning: this book is not fine. by the way: This is not going to be a love story, this is definitely not a self-help book, this is just notes. notes to versions of me, notes to those who are gone, notes for no one.

The mind always denies the attraction I felt inside. The heart never lies, the mouth does. Here, raw and real written words I refuse to speak about. *** A collection of poems. Free style---no structure being followed, just the heart.