Poesie Stories

Poesie sui fiori

Some of the poets I wrote. Some in German, some in English I write from time to time. Always when something good pops up in my head. Therefore some are older than the others. I try to order them chronologically. The first chapter being the oldest. I translated the German ones, but this isn't as good as the original. So they won't rhyme ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO ME! DO NOT COPY! I WILL FIND YOU

Worte meines Herzens und meiner Gedanken✨🌷

Questa la considero una raccolta. Troverete le poesie che ho scritto nel corso dell'anno. /Copertina disegnata e colorata da me.\

𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓭'𝓾𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓲 𝓼𝓮 𝓭é𝓵𝓲𝓮. 𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒆́𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒖𝒙 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒅'𝒖𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆, 𝒆𝒏 𝒍'𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒖̀ 𝒍𝒂 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒆́. 𝑺𝒊 𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒄'𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒏'𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔 réussi 𝒂̀ arrêter l'hiver.

Just random thoughts at three am

Juste un recueil de pensées

Words {English // german}

Ein Brief.. an meine Mobberin 💕

Un recueil de simples textes ou poésies pour quelques minutes d'ennui...

Dans l'encre de tes yeux, c'est une histoire d'amitié, d'amour, de guerre et de voyage. C'est l'histoire de personnes détruites et hantées par leur passé, tentant tant bien que mal de renouer avec le présent. C'est l'histoire d'amour, mais pas que, de deux personnes extraordinaires et passionnément amoureuses, qui se redécouvrent après les épreuves.

petit poème sur l'amour et la mort

Sous le cerisier en fleurs, Maya pensait être seule. Jusqu'au jour où Elio s'est assis a côté d'elle. Ils ne parlaient pas beaucoup. Mais dans leurs silences, quelque chose naissait lentement. Comme des pétales qui tombent au primtemps, leur histoire est fragile... et peut-être éphémère.

Il me semble superflu de faire une description pour deux quatrains... Il y a déjà presque plus de description que de texte.

just my tearing words regarding of deep emotions and deep anxiousness and dark childhood dreamland. All of them were tied up through a black ribbon. "myself saw me, so as creep as scary blurry, i can't find a wing; even just one, I'm nothing as brighter as the burning sun I'm nothing as radiance as the lonely moon, I'm nothing as delicate as the fainted flower even with a star, I felt nothing." ♡♡♡

Poèmes fictifs ou réels 📝😉

333 Everything I do, I do with love, I'm Aphrodite's child. I hope this finds you whenever you question... my love for you.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑝𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠. 𝑁𝑒𝑖𝑙 𝐺𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑛-𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡 It's all mine (except for the quotes from Neil Gaiman and the Lion King), don't you dare steal it. If you stole it, you will probably regret that... Cover by SenselessMute

Poems and lyrics are an art and we are the artist, who bring our masterpieces to life

Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out next week, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).