Poemsoftheday hikaye

just some poems

A quiet morning, a fleeting thought. A poem about returning home only to realise you're leaving again. Of warmth, breeze, birdsong, and a heart that beats off rhythm, Seeking peace in a moment too ephemeral to hold. Read to feel the nostalgia, the ache, and the silent love of being home.

Memes I find in the dark wed and poems I think of at three am! where I rant and complain and flex and force you kids to listen to songs I like. The only place where I release personal information!

This book is full of poems only

Skin. Bodies. Perfections. Imperfections. Typical beauty. Atypical beauty. Raw. Real. Bare.

something about people today

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 ❤️

Ash falls. Hearts ache. Nothing blooms. In this haunting collection, love turns crimson, memories burn, and the body becomes a cage for everything left unsaid. These poems explore loss, longing, and the quiet devastation of feeling too much-until there's nothing left at all.

Skin. Bodies. Perfections. Imperfections. Typical beauty. Atypical beauty. Raw. Real. Bare.

Poems about experiences from birth till death.