Historias de Poetryislove

poetry of my love.

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 budding relationship between Chris , a boxer with an awful past, and Susan , experiences challenges after they discover each other's pasts.

A poem ab

"Ich hasse mich dafür, dass ich dich nicht hassen kann."

"Er gab mir Liebe, er gab mir mein Glück zurück."

A poem about lost

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!!!

"Für kurze Zeit warst du mein Glück."

An abstract collection of pictures running down the lane of my mind, finally penning down the midnight thoughts of love and hate, the two polar opposites. "Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it." - Martin Luther King

just poems I've been writing over the years

Collection of all my poems. For a translation of a certain poem please ask I wouldn't mind! I speak German, Spanish, and English Fluently. *I have no problem with the sharing of my work however you must cite me correctly with the link of my Wattpad. If I find out that someone is plagiarizing I will take action! For example: @DeineLieblingPoet and then the link. Thank you! *Requests and dedications welcome, simply message me or comment.

"Glück und Freiheit ist zusammen weinen und lachen zu können."

Poetries written by me !

"Wir sind frei, unser Leben so zu leben, wie wir es wollen."

"Du bist nicht mehr hier, doch immer noch da."

just memories trapped in my head

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.

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

A poem about self worth