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this is a collection of poems and stories that wear their warning colors proudly. In nature aposematism is a signal, bright, beautiful, and toxic. Approach with caution. These poems do the same. This series of poems moves through grief like smoke and love like something you were never supposed to survive. It speaks from the soft underbelly of mental illness, spiritual awakening, obsession, dissociation, devotion, and the aching need to be understood without being consumed. Here, healing is not sanitized. The self fractures, reforms, and fractures again. Each poem is both an offering and boundary, an altar built from confession, myth, neuroscience, and soul deep intuition. This is not a guidebook. It is not a cure. It is a signal flare for anyone who has ever been told they were too much, too intense, too sensitive, or too strange. Read gently. Read honestly. Do not consume what is meant to be witnessed. DISCLAIMER: I have uploaded AI generated images as placeholders until i create some original art to go with my pieces, thank you 🖤🤍

What if a simple cup of tea could become a part of almost every moment of your life? Raj and His Cup of Tea is a light-hearted and relatable poem about Raj, a man whose life seems to revolve around tea. Whether he is happy, sad, bored, working, or simply awake-there always seems to be a cup of tea nearby. Through a little humour and everyday moments, this poem explores how something as simple as tea can become a ritual, a comfort, and even a companion. Sometimes, we don't need a big reason to make a cup of tea. Sometimes, we just need tea. If you are someone who can never say no to a cup of tea, you might see a little bit of yourself in Raj. ☕❤️ Author's Note I'm Lavanya Y. Rao, and this poem actually came to me during a very ordinary moment. Today, while I was sitting idly and drinking a cup of tea, I suddenly started thinking about how addicted I am to tea. That little thought made me wonder-maybe there are so many other people who are just like me! People who have tea when they are happy, stressed, bored, tired, or sometimes simply because they feel like having it. And that's how Raj and his endless cups of tea came to life. ☕😄 I hope this poem brings a little smile to your face and makes you think of your own relationship with tea. Please do vote for the poem and leave your comments. I would love to know-are you a tea lover like Raj and me? ❤️☕

"When Thoughts Become a Habit" is a poem about the exhausting cycle of overthinking and how easily our minds can become trapped between the past, the future, and the present moment. Through Radha's everyday life, the poem shows how overthinking can begin from the moment we wake up and continue while we work, rest, and even try to sleep. She carries memories of yesterday, worries about tomorrow, and endless "what ifs" that slowly take away the peace of today. The poem reminds us that thinking endlessly about a situation cannot change what has already happened or guarantee what will happen next. Sometimes, overthinking simply becomes a habit-a pattern our minds repeat until we learn to pause and let certain thoughts go. At its heart, this poem is about choosing peace over endless questioning, learning to breathe, and understanding that not every thought deserves our energy. I, Lavanya Y. Rao, am a new writer, and I have just started writing these poems-often about thoughts, feelings, and ideas that suddenly come to my mind. I simply put those thoughts into words and turn them into poems. I would truly appreciate it if you take a moment to vote for my poem and share your thoughts in the comments. Your support and feedback would mean a lot to me as I continue this new writing journey. ❤️🙏

Some feelings are too heavy to say out loud ,so l turned them into poetry. ✍🏽 For the broken,the healing ,the overthinkers ,the ones who loved too deeply and the ones still learning how to choose themselves.You aren't alone🫂 These are the words l couldn't say out loud . You're all loved❤️ --Tshego's ink

Just something I feel..and I'm sure I'm not the only one.

My Eternal Love For You.

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Whispers is my newest poetry collection which lives in real time. As time goes by, so do the pages of my poetry collection. As the whispers speak, words fill up a collection of timeless emotions from my soul. A Poetry collection by De La Soul Child (born Christopher Moises Torres)

These poems were never meant to follow one story. They came from rainy windows and quiet monsoons, from love that arrived softly and grief that arrived without warning, from friendships that stayed and ones that faded, from mountains and oceans and moons that asked for nothing back. This is a small collection of everything I felt but rarely said out loud - moments of stillness, quiet love, unspoken grief, the people who stayed and the ones who didn't, and the slow, uneven process of learning to put myself back on my own list. A few pieces from this collection live here on Wattpad. The complete book" The Way I Found Myself "is now available on Kindle. If even one of these poems makes you feel a little less alone, or a little more understood, then sharing them was worth it. 🤍

Fellow Writers and my dear readers I'm writing this in memory of a purest soul I've ever met she is just amazing. She doesn't know how many of my poems she has inspired. she is my favourite of muses. Get ready to meet her in my words , your imagination. You'll realise there's someone in your life, Whom you can call 'Cupcake ".

WHERE FEELINGS GO UNNAMED a collection of free verse poetry iikailea

Some people leave our lives, but somehow, they never completely leave us. Not because we refuse to let them go, but because pieces of who we were with them remain. The memories stay, the laughter becomes softer, and the person we remember slowly becomes different from the person we once knew. Maybe that's what growing up means-learning that you can remember someone without longing for their return. "I Remember You Differently Now" is a reflection on changing memories, the versions of ourselves we leave behind, and learning to remember someone without forgetting who we are. **For the full experience, I recommend listening to "Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call" by The Bleachers while reading.**

Hamari Kya Khata? What happens when the home that once felt like your safest place slowly begins to feel unfamiliar? A poem about growing up, the weight of expectations, the quiet ache of becoming "parayi" in your own home, and the painful question that lingers somewhere between a daughter and her parents: Hamari kya khata? And perhaps, somewhere between changing times and changing circumstances, there is no one to blame - only a story that took a different turn. Originally written in Roman Urdu, followed by its English rendering and an author's note. "Hamari Kya Khata?" is one of the selected poems from my published poetry collection, 'Raqs-e-Haqeeqat - The Twirls Of Reality', by Dr Ayesha Noorain A.

❝ 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 💝 Note 👉 Images Credit: Canva 🎗️HIGHEST RANKINGS: 🎖️#1 wordsmith (6th December 2025+, 1st January 2026, 13th April 2026) 🎖️#1 poetess (9th June 2023+ 15th December 2025+, 1st January 2026) 🎖️#1 wordart (15th December 2025+ 1st January 2026+, 25th April 2026) 🎖️#1 poetrybook (28th December 2025) 🎖️#1 wattpadwritings (9th July 2023+) 🎖️#1 poetrylovers (3rd June 2023 +) 🎖️#1 poetrycommunity (4th July 2023+)

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#1 in spilledink #2 in sensual 🖤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 poetry by DUNELIS Some things are never spoken. They live quietly in the spaces between fear and faith, pain and healing, confusion and understanding. Where the Unspoken Lives is a collection of poems exploring the emotions we struggle to name-the wounds we carry, the questions that remain unanswered, the moments that leave us changed, and the hope we discover in unexpected places. Six poems. Six different journeys. One place where the unspoken comes alive. WHERE THE UNSPOKEN LIVES by DUNELIS 🎀💙

# The Love I Couldn't Unlove Some loves are never meant to be spoken. They live quietly in stolen glances, unfinished conversations, borrowed moments, and the little pieces of someone's time that we turn into entire worlds. You watch them laugh. You listen to their dreams. You stand close enough to know them, yet far enough to never be theirs. And somehow, you fall deeper. This is a poem about loving someone from a distance-about the beauty of a feeling that was never returned, and the quiet ache of knowing that letting go would mean letting go of the one person you never wanted to lose. Because sometimes... **the hardest love to leave behind is the one you were never allowed to have.** *Some loves are meant to be felt, not confessed.* **- Yoona**

Poem about how we don't use our time was wisely as we should

Hindi poetry