Poetrybook Stories

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.

🖤Disclaimer: This poetry collection is about sexual desire of a woman for a man that keeps appearing in her dreams. So some poems may contain some explicity, sensual words, etc. . . . . He once appeared in my dream... Then he appeared for the second time... He appeared again in my dream. Is he trying to say something? That is an answer I cannot find. It happened again this week, like it always does. Is he trying to tell me that he is mine? - EVA

A collection of shitty poems that I have written. I own the cover. Constructive criticism would be great. Pls comment anything I live for comments and flowers. Infrequent updates.

Ang libro na 'to ay naglalaman lamang ng tula, dito ay isusulat ko din ang aking kathang isip, at mga pangyayare sa totoong buhay. nawa'y magustohan niyo ang nilalaman ng libro na 'to. Maraming salamat!! Book Cover: Avery WP

"For the hearts that feel too much, too often, too deeply. These poems are for you" This is a collection of feelings that you all might be bearing. I just want to be someone who understands you.

these aren't perfect poems but they're parts of me - kimiyo. lowercase intended

Some summers are remembered for the places we went. Some, for the people we met. And some for the things we can never quite put into words. The Summer That Lost a Day is a collection of poems about distance, memory, growing up, quiet goodbyes, and the strange spaces between one moment and the next. For the feelings that stayed long after the moment was gone. For the memories that feel borrowed from another life. For the people who became distant without ever really leaving. Maybe the day wasn't lost. Maybe it simply became a poem.

still the day's ordinary mind-chatter to the calm of silence and take in these thoughts, running one way then another; catch them--if you can--for a third time on inhale: three breaths deep and hold; and when you, in slow deliberateness, exhale; let the impressions linger at length between the folds and crevices. ECole789

"Whispers of the Clock" is a moving collection of 15 contemporary poems that explore the quiet spaces of human existence. From the neon-lit, rain-soaked streets of a lonely city to the gentle, nostalgic transition of autumn leaves, this book captures the fleeting moments we often look past. It is an atmospheric journey through time, memory, love, and isolation, written for those who find beauty in silence and meaning in the ticking of the clock. Perfect for late-night reading and quiet reflection.

My second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. 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 © 2016-2026 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 ____________________ New Peak: #1 🏆 [WordArt] ** New Peak: #1 🏆CrazedPoet14 New Peak: #1 🏆TAHinson New Peak: #2 🏆[Mywords] ** New Peak: #3 🏆[poetsofwattpad] New Peak: #10 [ madman]

can you hear them? every step aching toward us? : the here and now poems

This book is a collection of poems I've written overtime and as time goes on. Read with caution. WARNING⚠️ Fiction. triggering contents. 18+ Freestyle poetry. Blunt honesty.

FEELINGS.

If you find a piece of yourself in these words, I hope it brings you comfort, or at least reminds you that you're not alone.

Dive into a world where emotions are laid bare and everyday struggles come to life through poetic expression. "Dear Future Love" invites readers to explore the depths of the human experience-from the raw intensity of loneliness to the quiet battles of daily life. Each poem offers a poignant reflection on the highs and lows that shape our existence, weaving together a tapestry of thought-provoking insights and heartfelt moments. Discover the beauty and vulnerability in the verses that speak to the soul, and let this collection resonate with your own journey through life's challenges and triumphs.

🦢 "Whalesoul dreamin', flying in the deep blue world Ocean mist, engulf my moving monumental body To the rhythm of your waves, hypnotized, Lyrical movements tickle heartbeats beneath my feet..." 🦢 Assalamualaikum (peace be upon you). This is a collection of my poetry: from freestyle poems and prose to ballads, sonnets, hymns and anything connected to poetry that emerges from the depths of my soul. Clean, raw words and pure emotions I pen and document. This is a safe space for you, dear reader. Rest your heart here. I hope you love your stay here and spending time with my poetry. I hope they make you feel and seen and heard. Because you are. Copyright © @Lonerwolf135 2019. All rights reserved. No part of this book can be reproduced, published, downloaded or transferred without my permission in any form by any means on any website, otherwise, the consequences will be severe.

A collection of all the work I've posted here and somethings i may not have.

Fragments of Bleeding Ink is a raw and intimate collection of poetry that delves into the depths of the human psyche, exploring themes of pain, healing, and self-discovery. Through fragmented verses and bleeding lines, it gives voice to the silent struggles of mental health-touching on anxiety, depression, trauma, and the quiet battles fought within. This book is for those who seek connection in vulnerability and beauty in brokenness. There are wounds the world rarely understands - the kind carved by depression, anxiety, and all the unnamed storms that gnaw at the mind. I've walked through those fires. I've felt their weight. I've faced the shadows they throw at the walls of a life. But I did not suffer quietly. My voice never went missing; it spoke through the tremors, through the dark, through every moment I refused to be swallowed. These fragments were never meant to be pretty; they were meant to be honest. Born from shaking hands, sleepless nights, and a heart trying to relearn its own rhythm. Ink became the one place where I could breathe, where I could break and rebuild without apology. This book belongs to anyone who has felt their mind turn into a battlefield; to anyone who has stood in a quiet room and heard their thoughts roar; to anyone who has searched for an exit, a pathway, a meaning - and found none. It belongs to those who are still trying, still searching, still fighting for breath in a place that offers none. Somewhere in the ink, I hope you find a mirror - not to glorify the struggle, but to remind you that surviving it, speaking through it, even when the world looks away, is its own kind of courage. Take what you need from these pages. Leave what you don't. And remember: healing never demands perfection - only persistence. Welcome to Fragments of Bleeding Ink. These words bled through me, but they were written for you.