Poetess Stories

I write these for someone He's special to me and a love one That's all we are, and were done Feelings slowly fades and gone These poetries are left unsaid And I just write it instead Not a writer or a poet Just a person expressing what she felt At last, you're forgiven And these poems are written I can't leave something for you But these words I felt through You make my heart rise until it dies Because the eyes never lie, goodbye I cried until it dries with the gray sky Time flies, I will soon understand why If you're reading all of my poem It seems not all words rhyming Just like songs not on timing Everything we ever had is ending -shen all written contents are unpublished, and owned by me. pls don't steal my work. give proper credits if shared. feel free to comment.

What else to think about at the mid night hour?

The other account is UU Universe, which has a work called " Maartje's Poetry Journal" . Hope the poems are worth enjoying. This is my poem collection called " The Chaos In My Mind" which has a bunch of poems related to me and/or my mindset.

poetry for the hearts tarnished by love or the sudden death of it. for the hearts that find a soft lullaby in the pages when raw hope is not enough to put the worries to sleep. for the hearts that bleed ink to paint the chalky roses of life red with words--you'll find my own ink here. and i hope you find a harlequin garden in my poetry. sweet lavender. daybreak lilies. sun-kissed dahlias. a poem for every emotion ripping at your soul, begging to be unleashed on paper. this collection has several themes and ideas--find something you like. let's get lost in the tall fields of dawn's first breath and dandelion song, tucking flowers in the forests of our hair. let's get lost in the words and not in the world. for a moment, let your tarnished heart out of its cage, and hold it to your sleeve. wear it proudly as you read. just for a moment. to feel something and let it be shown. there is nothing shameful in having a heart that has dented-in chambers and rust. it has seen the salt cries of the ocean, the metronome kisses of summer rain, the moonlight tears that have dried into scars on cheeks. it's been corroded by the waters, tarnished. it is not afraid. well that was some pretentious shit. i hope you enjoy this collection. love ya <3 more of my works: "poems for you. always for you." is one of my older poetry collections that is slightly cringe but feel free to check it out. "let me shape you into words" is where you can make a poem request, and i'll write something up! this lovely cover was created by: @lifebytheseashore (go follow her!! she makes awesome covers, writes stunning poetry, and more) #1 in "originalpoetry" Aug. 2, 2021 #1 in "teenpoetry" Aug. 19, 2021 #1 in "poetess" Aug. 22, 2021 #1 in "mypoetry" Aug. 22, 2021

"The little girl had to grow up unfortunately, Though she preferred not to obviously. Of people,she had lost curiosity And decided to live in her own serenity. Now, as I look at the mirror, I see her all grown up Ahh, what had been there to fear?😆 Afterall she had to grow up." #1in all about myself #3 in poety #4 in new poet Rising poems by a rising poetess "Don't be my mirror I won't be reflected in you."

This is an assemblage of poetry from my conscience. They range from my thoughts on love, sex, depression, the world, to whatever else people think about while looking out a window, or taking a shower, or lying in bed. Enter at your own risk. This is bound to be a bumpy ride. Enjoy. (all photos i use are from tumblr and none are mine unless i say so)

A collection of poems I've written. Kind of just a public therapeutic thing, honestly. ____ [All poetry is written by myself. I take what I write very seriously and I will go to extreme measures to make sure that nothing in this compilation is stolen or copied, or even used as an excerpt without my explicit permission.]

The poetry written, Is the poetry lived.

Some heartfelt thoughts, penned down to share it with every reader. At times when life becomes full of melancholy, one needs to just remember, stop, breath and play. #5 - Sad Poem #8- Wangji #7- hopefulness --- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this eBook may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author. ©️LuvLaws Only 18+ No is allowed to copy my poem!!!

Poetry. Art. Tragedy. Whatever you feel like calling it. That's what this is.

The butterflies have left is my journey to discovering love in poetry. It's pain, pleasure and heart throbbing nostalgia....

Poems from Anon's heart is the collection of long and short poems on different topics in different forms with some positive messages within it. Hope you have a happy reading! - Anchal Manh :) (Began on 1st May 2019) (Best ranking: Ranked 1st in eight categories. In total it had been in top ten for 21 categories.)

hey! it's a collection of poems by a brown south asian teenager girl through the perspective she sees the world . hope you are gonna like it.

From the depths of the dark, To a distance covered to the dusk. I'm still here, call it survival or luck.

It's Poetry highlighting a dark time of my life. Its a short book of poems with nothing but confusion, pain and sorrow.

She struggles with anxiety to find out what the strong beast she has withn her is . Is it the demon or the angel she has been petting? The future is totally black and white; travel with her as she is willing to get to a conclusion,exploring her debates and escapes.

"Poetry is an emotion which has found its thought and the thought has found words." I am not a professional poet. Or a philosopher. I am just a person like you with many thoughts. And I think that ought to have more power than others. Cover: @justablip

Written here. Are the words I couldn't say. Written here. Are the feelings i couldn't express. Written here. Are words better said to a stranger on the other side of the world. ~The Unsaid truth~ >None of the pictures in this book belongs to me : Credits to the Rightful Owners

I wish all my ravens fed well, I wish my swallows kept telling their tales, I wish my parrots wouldn't be so annoying... Oh, well, I was always too hopeful!... some wishes! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3fpmsaxpSk #motivation #success #inspiration #happiness #gratitude #happy #friendshipday #life #joy #poetry #poetrycommunity #poems #poetrylovers #poetryisnotdead #poetsofinstagram #poetsociety #poetically #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #writersandpoetry #mindfulness #meditation #peace #love #wordcraft