Poetryforthesoul Stories

POETRY | to have somebody is a catharsis.

There's Beauty in Rejection" is a powerful poem that explores the unexpected grace and wisdom found in moments of rejection. Through its lyrical verses, the poem redefines rejection as an essential part of growth, a tool for resilience, and a reminder that every "no" is a stepping stone toward a more meaningful path. It emphasizes that rejection is not a defeat but a chisel, shaping us into stronger, wiser versions of ourselves.

Being self focused and embracing what ever fuck happens with your life

These poems sit where the quiet things live, where the hidden parts of you still breathe. They're not urgent. Not demanding. Read them if you want to. Let them go if you don't. They'll remain, unbothered, waiting for the right moment. And when they settle, they'll remind you- the same energy that made these words is the very stardust that built you.

Veils of the Silent Muse peels back the quiet layers of youth-where longing, love, identity, and mental battles linger in the spaces we don't speak. This collection gives voice to the silenced, the sensitive, the searching. Raw, lyrical, and deeply human, these poems echo the thoughts we hide behind smiles and filters, daring to say what others only feel.

"Puppet of Your Lies" is a powerful, raw poem about betrayal and heartbreak. It captures the pain of trusting the wrong person, ignoring green red flags, and finding the strength to rise from deception and reclaim your heart

Just advice poetry from someone older.

This collection is a journey through the darkness, a series of poems written from my heart.as someone who has seen the raw edges of life, love, and loss. Each of my poems reflects a moment, a feeling, or a memory I've held close. Some broken, some mended. It's a glimpse into my battles. The pain of giving too much, and the struggle to find peace in a world that never seemed to make sense. These poems are my way of saying everything I never could, of speaking truths I've lived but never shared. This is my story, my healing, my truth. one word at a time.

"I've reached a place within... where I no longer crave closeness. Not because I don't feel- but because I've felt too much, too deeply, for too long. In a world where loyalty fades like morning mist, how do you keep your heart open, when even those you gave your soul to... forget? I carried dreams not for myself, but for others. I silenced my own tears to bring smiles to faces I loved. I gave years, laughter, warmth- all without asking for anything in return. But when the silence grew louder than their presence, and I stood alone in rooms I once filled with love, I understood... some hearts don't remember where they were nurtured. It hurts, softly... like a whisper in the dark. But I've learned-solitude is not the enemy. It is where I now find my peace. I don't need anyone close anymore. Because the ones I needed the most... taught me how to live alone."

Years ago when I was a young 14 year old girl... infatuated with the idea of writing and inspired by every emotion, every person, everything. I wrote these as well as many other poems that are lost. These are the few that have stuck with me. They are my past and have helped me shape my present self. Rather than be ashamed of these poems I actually look back at them with awe. Because it is simply humbling to remember what my writing was like before. Formerly known as Poems from the Mind. These are poems that I have created over the past years. Back in my younger years when Wattpad was something completely different than what it is now. Nothing more nothing less, there are some with deeper meaning and some that are pointless. The reason I wrote these and kept these poems is more for my personal interests rather than for an audience. Either way though, if you do happen to land on one of these I hope you can consider my my writing as something you enjoy. Thank you.

A book of poems that dive deep into my thoughts. A small sneak peak of my soul. I upload new poems to it as they come to me. Have a look into my mind for awhile.

Creating a life, I love

Raw. Poetic. Real.

This isn't poetry for comfort. This is what survival sounds like when it's done bleeding quietly. This is for the people who were called strong because no one ever stayed long enough to help. For the ones who prayed, broke, sinned, healed halfway, and kept moving anyway. For the ones who got judged for how they survived instead of why they had to. I didn't come out clean. I came out alive. And if that makes me a hypocrite to people who never had to choose between drowning and breathing ugly, so be it. This is grief that learned how to stand. Faith that argues with God and still shows up. Love that wants connection but refuses to lose itself again. A heart that's tired of pretending healing is quiet or pretty. If you hear anger in this, good. If you hear truth in this, even better. And if this makes you uncomfortable, ask yourself why - because it wasn't written for applause. It was written because I'm still here. Still here. Still breathing. Still standing. Hypocrite.

From Persephone to Hades

"The Light I Tend" is a quiet meditation on the balance between nurturing others and remembering to nurture oneself. Written from the heart of someone who gives deeply, it explores the quiet exhaustion that comes from always being the light in the room - the healer, the comforter, the one who notices what others miss. With gentle yet piercing lines, the poem journeys through the realization that care must also be directed inward. It's a tender reminder that even those who carry light deserve rest, warmth, and to feel seen - not just by others, but by themselves. This piece is for anyone who's ever felt invisible in their giving, who's paused to ask, "What about me?" - and who's learning that they, too, are worthy of the love they so freely give away.

NOT A NOVEL POEMS

Raw. Poetic. Real.

These poems weave a tapestry of nature's wonder, the complexity of love, the journey of life, and the simple moments we all experience. They capture a spectrum of emotions: from the delicate calm of quiet reflections to the stormy intensity of longing and hope. (Part of the Classy Creations series!)