Poetryislove Stories

Isn't it funny how things never really turn out the way you thought they would. Reality is way to different from our expectations.When you see the person you love fall in love with someone else, it can really shatter you. But things aren't in your hands and you have to let go and be Just Friends.

Poetries written by me !

Story of the storyteller 💌

Thoughts are never about what that wanders all through the days in our chaotic minds; its entirely about what we start to feel with the sun setting in the sky, those dusky clouds gathered around and the night setting in. Those darkest nights before the dawn, relieves us, ripping apart the perspectives of the day that covers our mind. This book is all about those purely raw thoughts from dusk to dawn, written as poetry for you to relate them with each coming chapters.

A poem about lost

The Lust within love 💟

This poem explores two souls aligning and becoming one as their souls consume each other.

A poem about good enemies

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.

"Atme das ein was du brauchst."

"Lass dich lieben, wenn er der Richtige ist."

Random thoughts

"Für kurze Zeit warst du mein Glück."

Whenever I feel sad or gloomy, Whenever I am filled with joy, Or maybe I'm just to tired to speak, I think, I write, and slowly expand From beautiful boughs, To irredeemable shows, I imagine, I create And that's why I am called a poet. A bunch of short poems just to refresh my feelings and mind. I hope you'll enjoy reading this bunch!!!

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.

Some heartfelt thoughts expressed in the form of poem adorned with literary jewels. Hope you all enjoy them

"Fang an dich wohl zu fühlen und mach das, was du brauchst."

A man walks alone

"Ich hoffe du siehst auch gerade zu dem selben Stern und denkst an mich."

"Jede Entscheidung ist wichtig, denn aus jeder Entscheidung lernst du."