Poeticthoughts Stories

dear diary, i guess this is basically my online diary no filters, no pretending to have everything figured out just my thoughts, feelings and little pieces of my life i'm writing this for myself, but if you happen to relate, i'd love to hear your story too content warning !! this diary is completely unfiltered entries may contain topics such as anxiety, self-criticism, family issues, loneliness, overthinking, grief and other personal struggles.... please read with care.

I write poetry when silence becomes too heavy to hold. Sometimes it's out of boredom, other times out of emotion, those quiet hours when thoughts demand to be heard. My pieces drift between imagination and realism, a reflection of moments I've lived, dreamed, or simply felt too deeply. My works don't have titles, because I choose not to name them. Instead, I leave them with ellipses (...) and numbers -a quiet space for you to wonder, to feel, and to decide what the title could be. For me, poetry isn't meant to be confined by a name; it's meant to be felt, questioned, and remembered in your own way. Each poem is a fragment of thought, a whisper left open for you to finish.

This free verse, inspirational/reflective poem. is a heartfelt call for peace, unity, and belonging. Through vivid imagery and gentle strength, this poem reminds us that beneath borders, languages, and divisions, we all share the same fragile heart. It's an anthem for love over hate, bridges over walls, and kindness as the seed of change. If you've ever dreamed of a world where no one is a stranger and every soul is a home, these verses are for you.

This poem, concludes. The visionary spirit of longing and yearning for a loved one.. who no longer has presence in their current life. A person whom is a " rising sun to another." But a dawning moon , aimlessly chasing the stars who can only be a " vivid dream." That cannot be in the realm of reality. The Moon who is gorgeous but constantly longs, for what is out of reach. And forgets its own beauty, throughout the process. Sincerely yours , I present to you ladies and gentleman 🩷 ( if you believe my effort is worthy of being noticed by the eye of the precious) please support my pieaces who which, I wrote with my whole entire heart and soul , in desperate effort for a difference, that my words are bound to make..

"On a rainy night, a father's story unveils more than just frogs and fields-it echoes a lost childhood, buried memories, and a silent war between growth and grief. A tale of nature, nostalgia, and the rain that hides our tears."

Just some original poems I thought up. :D

"A bird dreamed to fly high, but years in a cage made her forget how. Now the door is open, yet she doesn't know how to leave." ~ The pain of unexpressed emotions.💟✨

Just my little poetic thoughts ☁️

It's a reflective and melancholic piece about change and loss. Using the metaphor of a flower that once bloomed but has now dried, it explores the tension between holding on to the past and accepting that some things and some people, can never return to their original, vibrant state. The story or poem conveys both sorrow and a quiet, lingering beauty, emphasizing the "essence" that remains even after what was once full of life has faded.🩸 Bio: A flower once blooming, now a dried petal. Torn apart, yet still carrying the essence of what it once was. Can we ever return to who we were, or is the only way forward to admit that we can never be the "unrivaled again?" 🥀 TRUTH IN INK 🚩. (HALEEMA)

We all run. From memories, from people, from our own reflection. But what happens when the very thing you've been avoiding... shows up at your doorstep, silent and still? This piece is a soft, haunting reminder that sooner or later-what we avoid, finds us. And maybe it doesn't come to break us. Maybe it just wants to be heard. A poetic reflection on fear, truth, and the moment you stop running.

Just random thoughts. Just don't judge me I guess.

Love is a dagger, as said by Loki. And life is a series of unfortunate events. Since it looks a tad too dark, let's switch it up. As I see it, life is a series of carnivals. And we're trying to make sense of all the chaos as we go.This is a book on what I see in the dark corners of the carnival and how it affects my perception of the world. This isn't my first attempt at poetry and I'm not going to say it will be my best. But I'll try to improve my work as the chapters go. Constructive criticism will be appreciated a lot.. Please leave your thoughts in the comments.

If it feels like pulling teeth, yoy are doing it wrong.

In The Inner War, the eternal struggle between heart and mind takes center stage. This poetic reflection captures the raw tension, tender truths, and quiet hopes of a soul caught in the crossfire of feeling and thought. Can love and logic learn to coexist? Or will their battle tear the narrator apart? A lyrical journey of self-discovery, emotional resilience, and the search for inner peace. - Written by InkedByRachana

this book is a poetry book with many different poems and reasons

Hi. I wrote this poem about the moment I found out about a tragedy. It's that split second when everything stops- when time stretches, reality feels unreal, and you're suddenly not the same person you were a breath ago. You don't know it yet, but nothing will ever be the same. This is what it felt like.

All about poetry. Clouds of unsaid words and ocean of thoughts. This is a transformation of a lady told in poetry.

A poem for the ones we cannot touch, the hearts we cannot claim, and the love that lives only in our gaze.