Poetryinmotion Stories

Take a walk in the garden that is my mind, as you do, be open minded and allow yourself to let go...these are my words, they nurture me and I am hoping they serve the same purpose to you as well.

Just feeling and writing the rain induced feelings.

A poem about 2 people who can't be together.

Its Simple

* *How can one fight when one's enemy is their thoughts* *

Famous poems are brought to life with stories based directly from the poetry. Includes Edgar Alan Poe, Shel Silverstein, Langston Hughes, E. E. Cummings, William Shakesphere, and more.

✨ Book Description ✨ What do you call the sky when it has no name? A collection of poems written in Hindi/Urdu and English, Sky With No Name is not just words-it's a mirror of heartbreak, longing, silence, and everything we're too scared to say out loud. These are verses for the lonely nights, the smoke-filled streets at 3 AM, and the moments when love feels like both a blessing and a wound. Lines from the book: "Apni aankho se na dekh khud ko, Heera bhi tujhe pathar lagega. Sab kehte hain chand ka tukda hai tu, Meri nazar se dekh-chand bhi tera tukda lagega." "Do not see yourself with your own eyes, Even a diamond will seem like stone. The world calls you a piece of the moon, But through my gaze-you'll see the moon as just a piece of you." Sky With No Name is for the ones who find pieces of themselves in broken words and infinite skies.

***THE FOLLOWING POETRY MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE MATURE LANGUAGE*** The following poems are stories told through different sets of eyes, including mine. They are about love, but different kinds of love like self-love, and even the unrequited. Love isn't perfect and I feel like that's perfectly described through these poems.

Echoes of Lost Love: A Poet's Struggle" is a poignant exploration of the human heart's enduring battle between memory and freedom. In this evocative piece, the reader is drawn into the world of a once brilliant poet who finds himself ensnared in the tendrils of his own past. Through vivid imagery and emotive language, the poem delves into the depths of longing and loss as the poet grapples with the aftermath of a love lost. Each stanza paints a portrait of his internal conflict, as he yearns to break free from the haunting memories that threaten to consume him. Yet, despite his fervent pleas for release, he remains trapped in a cycle of reminiscence, unable to escape the grip of his former paramour's essence. "Echoes of Lost Love" serves as a poignant reminder of the enduring power of love's legacy, even in the face of its absence, and the indomitable spirit of the human soul in its quest for liberation.

just poems I've been writing over the years

A poetry anthology consisting of many different poems about different things about life.

This poem is a heartfelt and romantic expression of rediscovering love. The speaker, once guarded against the idea of falling in love again, finds themselves deeply captivated by someone special. Through vivid metaphors-comparing the beloved to a melody, a guiding star, a safe haven, and a flame-the poem conveys the intensity and beauty of this new love. The language is tender and sensory, evoking feelings of warmth, safety, and completeness. It explores themes of vulnerability, connection, and the effortless joy of being with someone who feels like a missing piece. Overall, it's a sincere and poetic tribute to the power of love to transform and fulfill.

Hi, this is a random collection of the poems that I write. Hope you'll like reading them.

Lord, Kiss Me is a poem that leverages on the emotion of a fictional person desperate for the saviour's lord. His life hangs on a kiss, To the Chronicler, the "Kiss" is the highest expression of agape love. The poem is full of awe striking images such as cold weather, emotions of hazyness, guilt and leverages on the supranatural etc

My dream now is much like your abandoned bloodline. She died today, died before my eyes, crushed & crumbled into monolouges---i call them her last words. My dream, she is like my Ammi's heart, and not like my Baba's cracked ceiling. I didn't weep, for a moment I couldn't feel her loyalty, all of a sudden, she left as if she never belonged, but, but she left me saying that--- i die when fools like you wake up to sanity. I was fourteen when i first met my dream on a winding way to obscurity, she was a abnodoned ocean of love, who averaged her way to free me off shackles--- shackles made out of the scraps of their tamed expectations. She walked me through thistles, held me in darkness, loved me like freedom and left me like stranger. I wish I could save her who once saved me, but, now I wish I had, She walked me on the road that then were my nerves, and the air that blew through them was my blood that carried life; She was a local metro window through which I would look at sunrise and sunsets, She was a habit I tamed to survive; but she died, so I died too. Thursday evening, we were walking hand in hand when Baba caught us for the first time, he didn't speak, but left me remembering my ' dignity ' I was always taught this art of sacrifice, Not only me, but all the men are taught this--- this art of sacrificing her, your dreams, sacrificing to walk in accord with your dignity, sacrificing to preserve your bloodline, sacrificing to walk with heads up--- because she was shame, who would bring forsighted regret. So, like all other men, i left her to death after knowing my ' dignity ' because small men dream small--- Baba taught me, i was small then. I wish I hadn't listened to Baba. I wish I had saved her. My dream died before my eyes, but I was too coward to save her.

"Breaking the Surface" is a heartfelt poetry series that explores the often-overlooked struggles of teenage life. Through relatable and honest verses, it captures the ups and downs of growing up, reminding young people that their feelings matter. I want them to know I'm always here to support anyone dealing with these struggles.

small poems for big beauty of my life

Author: @bynovablu Cover by: @bynovablu 📸 on cover: picsart free image via Unsplash Synopsis the journey of growing pains that lead to turning 23 being wiser more self aware & sure of myself the voice of a wondering mind that creates art to document snapshots of my voice in the moment