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This is how I found peace after being misunderstood. This is what happens when the noise goes away and I can hear my own voice again. These poems came from times when I wasn't sure of myself, when I had to learn to let go, and when I had to learn to believe in myself. They are about taking my time to heal, being careful with love, and finding strength in the quiet places. It's not about being broken. It's about what you need to do to rebuild myself when the world keeps telling me that I don't deserve to be who I am, Themes: healing, survival, false blame, emotional abuse, self-forgiveness, resilience, and rebirth.

Salt & Honey is a collection of poems about the beauty and ache of being human. Through themes of love, loss, healing, and hope, each piece blends the sting of salt with the sweetness of honey, capturing life's bittersweet moments and the strength found within them. Inspired by my great-grandma, a woman who always saw the positive side of everything, strong as a rock, ready to forgive, always giving. Thank you for everything! We'll meet in between words and say bye with the sunset.

A lost soul finding an oasis.

❝ I can see the HORIZON, And I know it's not the end... ❞ My Dear Readers These are Beautiful beads of my life, Chirping Experiences and Expressions into writings, but these will turn into Poetry only after You Read. I Gift these Virtual Multi Treasures to You. Please Read, Enjoy and Glow with the flow...... Penned by Piku GYUN 💝 🎖️ HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 wordsmith (6th December 2025) #1 wattpadwritings (9th July 2023+) #1 poetess (9th June 2023+) #1 poetrylovers (3rd June 2023 +) #1 poetrycommunity (4th July 2023+) #2 poetrybook (11th June 2023+) #2 wordart (18th November 2025)

A collection of poems sorted by tone to optimize the reader's experience, *Road to Malthena: and Other Poems* is a collection of Surreal, Heartbreaking, Inspiring, Protest, Slam, and Confessional poems. From my *Original Poems 2024* comes a book of poems *Road to Malthena: and Other Poems* available now in print only. https://www.amazon.com/Road-Malthena-Other-Poems-S/dp/1969239026 The titular poem: "Road to Malthena" is an epic confessional poem about unrequited love and the dangers that come with limerence. This preview will show a sample of some of my original artwork and poetry. Comments are welcome.

I hope you all enjoy my poetic writings. This is my 2nd poetry book on here. The first one can be found in this link below: http://www.wattpad.com/story/19509877-megan-rose%27s-poetry -Poet_Megan_Rose

the book he was reading [ poetry ] to love means taking the risk and being ready to feel and endure the pain it might've caused you. to be hurt means you just loved unconditionally, no asking for anything in return. to heal means you're ready to let go of the pain and be able to take steps to move forward not backwards. love can be the most beautiful thing or the most painful one vague and inexplicable even so, it feels good to feel it hurt people, hurt people usually as they say reason that seems unreasonable though it's just a mere justification heal those pain engraved in your heart and those scars lying within your soul love.hurt.heal.repeat. - rere

These are the letters, I wrote beneath the moonlight, the words I never dared to send, to the one who will never read them. But still, I write. I bleed. I remember.

"And like a small sunflower, You will bloom and rise. You will shine brighter than all stars, And be as happy as you can be." 💛 Uplifting, motivating and happy poetry 💛

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December feels like a doorway a soft place where the year gathers itself and asks what we learned, what we carried, what we survived. These poems are pieces of my journey : the warnings I ignored, the devotion I misplaced, the victories I didn't see coming, and the quiet mercies that held me when I didn't know how to hold myself. This is my year, unfolded in poems faith, fragility, obedience, and the gentle ways God stitched me back together one lesson at a time. If you've walked through a year that stretched you, maybe you'll find yourself here too.

CW: war, vivid descriptions, blood? and way too much yearning "Name one hero who was happy." Poetry i write on an inconsistent schedule that ranges from the ancient gays to the dreams that had no reason to be entertaining

A collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interrupt that my work has some actual capabilities of reaching out and affecting someone's day or even their own life. So, please, if you like the poetry that I've consciously poured my heart, soul and thoughts out, please, leave a comment, or vote for how much this piece or any other of my poetry has helped. If it has given you hope, acknowledgement, or just an awareness that someone, like me, knows exactly what you can go through first hand, let me see how much it affects you. Even the 'poet' needs some love shown. :) Copyright © 2015-2017 By T. A. Hinson All Rights Reserved All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. *Chart Achievements: Peak: #1 🏆 [mywords] Peak: #2 [WordArt] *New Peak Position: #3 TAHinson Peak: #10 [madman]

[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.

These are all the certain things most people left undeciphered or unsaid. These are all the conundrums that kept most of us asphyxiated in bed. These are all the befriended monsters we allowed to live inside our heads, These are everything we tried to consume when our hungry souls demanded to be fed. The poems written here are voices of the oppressed- Screams you've never heard from the silently distressed.

Those 3:42 am thoughts. . Pink Poetry is a collection of poems depicting the range of thoughts, while covering different emotions of a human. . First part published on 18/02/2017 Highest rank #10 on Poetry #11 on Dream Journal #15 on Poetry Book #56 on Poem Collection

Winter doesn't know where to go anymore. She doesn't know who to talk to or who to trust. She resorts to writing instead.

ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀꜰᴀʀ | he was a dream waiting to be dreamt, and she was a dreamer waiting to be awoken, they met through the 𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ઇଓ i love the way you make butterflies take flight with your laugh i love the way you ask me why i love butterflies as much as i do and i love the way you carry the answer on your back NO PLAGIARISM / NO TRANSLATIONS [lowercase intended] may - october 2023 (14 yrs old)

__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __