Poetrycollection Stories

not in memories, not in words, just here, in every heartbeat ♡. අප්‍රකාශිත ප්‍රේමයන්, විරහභත් වූ ප්‍රේමයන් තුළ තනිව තැවෙමින්, ගැඹුරු හුස්මක් වටා හුදකලාවක තැවෙන ලතැවෙන ආදරණීය හදවත් වෙනුවෙන්.. "රාඝ" ♡. හිමිකමක් නොලද මුත්, හදවත තුළ හීන් සීරුවට කිඳා බැස, සියුම් කැපුමෙන් හදවත පලද්දි, ගලන රුධිරය.., දුමකට, මතකට සෝදා හැරිය හැකි ද? එය සදාකාලික ද ?? එහෙව් හැඟීමක් තුළ වූ විඩා බර වූ සුසුම් කැටිකොට, හදෙහි ගැල්වෙන මතකයන් වචනානුසාරයෙන්, ආත්මාභිමානයෙන් යුක්තව, ආදරෙන් ඔබ වෙත තබන්නෙමි.. 🪐"

A little collection of my thoughts, feelings, and words that I didn't always know what to do with. I've always found something comforting about putting feelings into words, even when those feelings don't make much sense. So this is my little space to share the things I write whether they're about something deeply personal, a passing thought, a feeling I couldn't explain, or simply an idea that came to me at the right moment. Not everything here has a meaning, and not everything has an ending. Some things are just meant to be felt. Maybe you'll relate to some of it, maybe you'll see things differently, or maybe you'll find a few words that stay with you a little longer than expected. Either way, welcome to my collection of unfinished feelings. ♡

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟗 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

The lesson will repeat itself until you learn from it. This quote alone symbolizes the tale of A dance with A Necromancer. A foretelling memoir of one woman's secret double life finding her in each and every lifetime. All secrets don't stay buried and not all Ghosts are dead.

Heartfelt poetry written by me DON'T READ IF YOU KNOW ME

This is not a glow-up story. It's a very short collection of records of pressure, parties, mirrors, critics, school battles, and quiet reinventions. The Attractive Mess captures teenage life in its truest form - confusing, intense, evolving - where growth feels less like transformation and more like survival.

They say poetry is just emotion dressed in ink. Mine wears honesty, heartbreak, and a little bit of hope. An infinite collection of poems from someone who feels too much and speaks too little, where every line is a confession and every poem is a heartbeat. Highest Ranks Achieved: #1 in poembook - 12/03/2025 #1 in sadpoems - 12/06/2025 #1 in poemcollection - 12/07/2025 #1 in poetrycollection - 12/06/2025 #2 in poems - 11/27/2025 #2 in poet - 12/03/2025 #3 in lovepoem - 12/04/2025 #3 in thoughts - 12/06/2025

A collection of poems filled with emotions, devotion, and unspoken feelings.

What do you do with a truth that has no voice? Smeraldo explores the fragile boundary between memory and numbness. In this collection of prose poetry, the questions don't demand answers, and the pain doesn't move. There are no grand resolutions here-only the quiet, heavy reality of the things we bury in order to survive. A deeply personal, confessional journey through the thoughts whispered only in the dark, capturing the heavy weight of a silence that refuses to lift.

I don't just write poems- I write questions, identities, and truths that refuse to stay silent. If words mean more than just words to you, you'll understand this space.

"Some people are like the moon-far away in distance, yet never distant in feelings." 🌙 Still Breathing is a collection of prose about unspoken love, fading memories, midnight thoughts, and the quiet ache of longing. These pages are for the hearts that loved in silence, waited endlessly, lost pieces of themselves, and still chose to keep breathing. For the hearts that broke softly... yet kept breathing. 🌙

නොකියූ හැඟීම්, අමතක නොවන මතක, හිනාවක් පිටුපස සැඟවුණු කඳුළු... ජීවිතය අපිට දුන් විවිධ කතා අතරින් අහුලාගත් වචන කිහිපයක්. අකුරු අතරින් හුස්මක් ගන්න. 🌙

Some thoughts are too soft to speak out loud - they only live as whispers. Others linger long after they're gone, turning into echoes that follow wherever you go. This collection gathers those quiet moments: love and longing, joy and heartache, hope and reflection. Every verse comes straight from feelings and experiences, written to capture the bits of life that often go unsaid. Whether you're looking for something that matches your mood or simply want to wander through words, may you find here a whisper that feels like yours... and an echo that stays with you.

"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.

🖤 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 by itsjustAmrit Think of it like pages torn from different days but from the same life. ❝ 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ❞ Broken Pages is a collection carved from silence- 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. These aren't love poems. They're post-mortems. Grief sleeps between the lines. Heartbreak drips from metaphors. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 - "You're not alone in the dark." If you've ever smiled while shattering... If your silence ever screamed... 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. In the ash. In the aftermath. In the poetry only pain can write.

Hello, my dear readers. These poems are just pieces of what I feel- some soft, some heavy. I hope you find something in them that feels like your own. Thank you for being here.✌❤

|| CLOSED & JUDGING || Tired of contests never having poetry? Well, that changes today. Welcome to The Slam Dunk Poetry Contest, where this is an awards for poetry only. It will have 11 categories, so plenty of chances to submit! There are no payments, so this is a 100% free contest. Participants will receive prizes just for signing up, though of course placements will receive exclusive prizes. So, are you ready? Let's dive in!

A collection of poems that had the potential to be loved, yet remained unnoticed. Poets don't just write - they bleed, piece by piece, into the paper. They breathe life into words and call it poetry. Writing is filled with what-ifs, maybes, and endless confusion. Yet a poet continues - to write, to bleed, to stay honest. Poets are known for writing about love, but in truth, they write what they secretly crave - and when asked why, they learn to lie. This book is a place where overthinkers can breathe, where tired minds can rest, and where those carrying too much can finally pause.

Welcome to the world of a romantic storyteller. I have to warn you, you'll either be filled with so much love or a lot of heartbreak. But still, a romantic's heart cannot be broken 💘

A collection of poems that gently capture the quiet moments, the gentle truths, and the small joys of everyday life. Here, we explore the balance between the things we carry and the things we dream of tender, reflective, and filled with heart. This series offers a space to pause, breathe, and be held in the stillness.