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Highest Ranking: #101 Poetry Come, take a sneak peek, Come on, Now, How shall I describe this book, What do I say, What do you want to hear from me, How can I describe something that's undescribable, This is a book of poems, Poems on human emotions that set in motion, Dreams of the unknown, by an unknown, A small child pretending to survive in this world, One step at a time.

When you feel you are walking alone.

Simple Poetry?

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

"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.

✨ 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.

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.

Here is another short poetry it's about self love. It's something that we all need to do we all need to love ourselves more than anyone and anything else.

A love song

Romance Poetry

I write so he knows. I write so they know. I write so I know. I writes so we understand. Original poems and essays by Leasia Rayona "Leray" Posey.

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.

poet po·et [poh-it] - noun 1. a person who composes poetry. 2. a person who has the gift of poetic thought, imagination, and creation, together with eloquence of expression. Time flies by Like a butterfly When you see it you'll be tongue tied And do appreciate it Because soon you'll find that your string is cut Goal for this story: To write a poem a day, To not stop until 2018. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ This book doesn't have a true ending or meaning; Yet. Cover by @0420emilie Highest Rank: #87 in Poetry

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.

Whats up bitches

Life in limbo

•Highest Rank: #3 in Poetry• Welcome Come in and half a drink or 10 with your favourite drunk uncle Qrow Branwen (Just a book of random shit)