Poemcommunity Stories

have you ever been in love?

Here lies the words I couldn't speak Here lies the hopes that died along dried daffodils Here lies the wishes that burst into dust along the stars Here lies the love that has been kept in the deepest parts of a human's heart who once was in love

have you ever been in love?

everything's bleeding so my pen never loses ink.

Unspoken words

A collection of written poems

My collection of original poetry writings where I'd write way past my bedtime.

"Symphony of Inked Souls" is a deeply personal offering, born from a love affair with poetry. It's more than just words on a page - it's an echo of the author's heart, a testament to the transformative power of poetry, and an invitation for you to journey into your own emotional landscape. Brought to life by a delicate blend of love, societal observations, human drama, psychological insights, and a touch of darkness, each poem serves as a powerful note in this grand symphony. They pulse with the rhythm of a heart passionately in love with both poetry and the world, inviting you to witness the same through a new lens. The collection stands as a reflection of the author's deepest feelings, skilfully crafted into thought-provoking verses. They ask hard questions, trigger essential dialogues, and reach out to the obscure depths of our minds, bringing forth startling insights that challenge our preconceptions. This journey into the human experience is an intimate exploration of life's highs and lows, the sweet and the bitter, the light and the dark. It offers a chance to perceive your world anew, to feel your emotions in profound and hitherto unimagined ways. "Symphony of Inked Souls" is your guide to an odyssey that is both hauntingly familiar and intriguingly alien. It asks you to listen, to feel, and to understand. This symphony is ready to play the deepest notes of the heart and soul, prompting you to be moved, provoked, and ultimately transformed in this shared communion of inked souls. First Poetry Book. Collection 2023. "Just ink and my thoughts."

"When death seems near.. " A tiny tale of woman and a man being victimised. Who was the victim? Who was the lover or was there any? Did the relationship blossom like roses or just left marks of thorn? Click read to find out.

The guilt of causing someone to end their life.

sequence of poem from never ending fondness

A poem about a house on the River Thames.

Dream's and their struggle to achieve it....💜💜

Indeed, we can say we are living in a borrowed time. All of that has happened, is happening and will happen would become something we would forget as time passes by. However, some moments would lingers and stays behind, to you or to the humans who would keep remembering you after a very long time. These are some thoughts and "silent cries" put into words about a time one would not forget being and living in this lifetime. "A compilation of so-called poetry featuring my almost till death do us part"

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I get lots of questions like, Where do you get your inspirations from, and what gives you the drive to write, and I believe this book summarizes everything. I tried to look for the right words for this and I wasn't lucky enough, but all I want to say is, if you are looking for something different, something that would help you heal, grow, forgive and lift yourself up, then you are in the right place. This is a book of poetry collection for the women who need to realize and understand self love, moving on from someone that doesn't know your value or worth, realizing how amazing and beautiful you are, let's never forget powerful. I hope you find what you are looking for, and I pray this helps you the way I want too. Right now in the society we live good woman are rare because of what so many people have done to them, I just want them to stay strong, stand up tall and be real.

💔 A tale of love unshaken by silence, blooming through sorrow, and refusing to fade-an immutable love. 🌹

The end of the start, and the start of the end. It's a lie, it's the truth. It's everything and nothing. It's all of the above.

The poetry written, Is the poetry lived.