Poesie Stories

A collection of whimsical melancholic poetry, written with love 💌

In diesem Buch sind viele verschiedene Sachen. Von Gedichten, Poetry slam Versuche bis hinzu Geschichten Ideen. Hier ist alles drinnen was ich in keine Kategorie gebracht habe oder zu kurz unsicher für ein eigenes Buch ist. Schau gerne rein. Konstruktive Rückmeldung ist erwünscht. Beleidigungen, Mobben, fiese Sachen usw. haben hier nichts zu suchen. Danke. Viel Spaß beim lesen

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Ce "recueil" relie certains de mes poèmes et de mes "pensées. Comme le dit le titre, ces poèmes ont pour but de vous donner froid, de vous donner des engelures... (ou non?)

Recueil de poésie Marc est un homme froid qui voit ses alentours comme une personne négativement lucide. Que va-t-il faire pour se sortir de ses pensées?

Ein Gedicht, welches ich 2023 schrieb. Es beschreibt das Gefühl, nie vollständig erwachsen zu werden. Wie man die Welt in Farben sieht, die von Kindern gemalt wurden.

Thoughts✨🖤💭

Un pot-au-feu de poèmes, nouvelles etc (que je ne remplirais jamais et c'est ok). Je ne respecte pas les règles de la poésie, de toutes façons on est pas sérieux quand on a 17 ans 👍 Malheureusement je ne suis pas Rimbaud, juste nulle en poésie 🙌

English-Italian Il mio specchio dell'anima. Tutti i pensieri che escono incontrollati, tramutati in versi, per far si che non si tramutino in sabbia rincorsa dal vento. My soul's mirror. All thought uncontrolled like a stormy sea, turned into verses, to don't steal them at the mercy of the wind. #1 racconto #1 pensieri #2 versi #1 poesia #14 amore

Last night I married your lips. At dawn I took your heart. Before it flew away. I kissed your soul. The sun is rising, we must leave. Cette nuit j'ai épousé tes lèvres. À l'aube j'ai pris ton cœur. Avant qu'il ne s'envole. J'ai embrassé ton âme. Le soleil se lève, il faut qu'ont partent. Receuil qui à commencer au début du mois de juillet 2020. ⚠️Tout les textes qui sont dans ce receuil sont de moi, merci de respecter mon travail, tout plagiat sera sévèrement sanctionné.

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**Scene Excerpt:** Instinctively, I reached for her, pulled her toward me, wrapped an arm around her back and held her as if that was exactly what I should have been doing all night. Her slight frame fit frighteningly well against my side, her body warm, her breathing uneven. I stroked her back in a steady, soothing rhythm, trying to understand what had happened without pressing her for answers. After a while, she lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes glassy and tired. Then she leaned in, slowly, uncertainly, as if she wanted to kiss me. As a thank you. Or out of desperation. Or maybe both. I gently held her back. "No," I said quietly, barely more than a breath. "Not like this." She blinked, seeming to need a moment to process my words. "I'm sorry," she murmured then, the words heavy on her tongue. "We're just friends. I know." That sentence-my sentence-hit me harder than I had expected. "If tomorrow," I said calmly, resting a hand against her forehead, "if you still want to kiss me when you're not drunk anymore... then do it. Okay?" Without thinking, I pressed a fleeting kiss to her forehead. No calculation. Just instinct. She clung to me tighter, pulling me closer, and I let her. More than that-I enjoyed it. Cara has learned to stay silent. About guilt. About things that can't be undone. And about a past she keeps carefully hidden. Jan believes in order, in rules-and in the idea that life makes sense if you follow them. But on an old estate on the Spanish coast, he meets a girl who quietly, yet irrevocably, begins to shake those convictions. Between horses, sea air, and unspoken truths, a closeness grows-cautious at first, then dangerously honest. Because some stories refuse to be buried. And some feelings demand more than courage. The photos are from Pinterest

This is my mind, my words and everything I collected in the past till now and what is yet to come.

Quelques petites poésies, juste par envie...

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).

Just a collection of poems and quotations -not my own-

Random texte und einträge über mein Leben. - Kurze Kapitel - Könnte evt. Triggern

Hier habe ich Gedichte, Zitate und Gedanken von mir oder Bekannten (die ich erwähnen werde) geschrieben. Ich bin E. ^^ Englisch & Deutsch & Chinesisch Alle Rechte vorbehalten. Viel Spaß! -cpop_girl

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 Lambs and peaches ashes and ashes covering the land Induced melanin in hopes of survival

sad,happy&funny E N G L I S H