Poets Stories

I Loved You in the Dark is a poetic autobiography born from visions, grief, spiritual warfare, heartbreak, and rebirth. It is a story told in fragments, soft, aching, prophetic, unfolding the life of a girl who grew up seeing what others denied, survived what no one could name, and became a woman forged in both shadow and light. From childhood moments of intuition and ghost-sightings... to witnessing a sister's death before it happened... to enduring four years of psychic attack, generational trauma, and spiritual isolation... to loving the wrong people, losing herself, breaking rules she once held sacred, and mourning relationships that shaped her... these poems reveal the path of a soul learning discernment, fighting darkness, and returning to God through fire.

This poem was born from grief. I started writing it after my grandma passed last year -- and because I've always loved Edgar Allan Poe's darkness and Emily Dickinson's way of cutting straight to the soul, I spent over a year quietly studying both of them and writing this. For the longest time this piece stayed hidden in a notes app, something I wasn't sure I'd ever share. I posted it this morning only on Tumblr at first because it felt safe -- like the kind of corner where grief can sit beside you without needing to be polished or perfect. But I decided to put it on Wattpad too. Because grief isn't something only a few of us carry. It's something almost everyone brushes up against at some point, and it felt right to share it with both sides of my little world. If even one person finds comfort in it, then letting it breathe in both spaces was worth it. I hope this poem reaches anyone who's moving through loss -- or has carried it for a long time. If you read my story I'm Lost Without You on Wattpad, you know how deeply my grandmother shaped me. Losing her has been one of the hardest parts of my life... and in the last year, I've also lost both of my remaining grandparents. One by one, a year apart, until there were none left. With my grandfather's wake coming up this weekend, it feels right to finally share this. Maybe it finds someone who needs it. Maybe it reminds you that you're not alone in what you're feeling. If this sits with you -- even quietly, even painfully -- I hope it also offers a little warmth. Like a candle after the flame

"ඒ කියන්නෙ අයියෙ...උඹ තෝරගත්තනම් තෝරගන්නෙ මේරි ජේන්ව නෙවෙයි, උර්සුලාව?" "ම්ම්..." "හේතුව...?" "මේරි ජේන් ආදරේ කරේ ස්පයිඩර් මෑන්ට බං...ලෝකෙම දන්න හැමෝගෙම වීරයා වුණ ස්පයිඩර් මෑන්ට." "...." "ඒත් උර්සුලා...ඒකි ආදරේ කරේ පීටර්ට."

poems written by a girl who feels everything. who's been the cool girl, the healer, the one who walked away, the one who stayed too long. this is for the ones who choose themselves and still believe in love.

This is the ultramarine in my hand. Take it and use it for all I felt for you through my heart. Started: 11/07 25 Finished; 12/03 25

A collection of Poetry so I can share it with people

So basically, I love reading Pakistani novels and those books just made me fell in love with these poetries. I haven't written these but I'm happy to share. Enjoy!!

A collection of my thoughts, quotes, poems, free writes and a couple of rants at good and bad moods. Have a good read. Cover by me. Ciao!

These are all the certain things most people left undeciphered or unsaid. These are all the conundrums that kept most of us asphyxiated in bed. These are all the befriended monsters we allowed to live inside our heads, These are everything we tried to consume when our hungry souls demanded to be fed. The poems written here are voices of the oppressed- Screams you've never heard from the silently distressed.

This is the fifth installment in the random poetry compilation. There is no rhyme or reason to the poetry; it all exists together. If you've been here a while, you'll know that after 100 poems, there will be another book. I normally rant about my covers, and the stories behind them, but this one isn't that fancy: I was with my mother because we needed to make a quick drive to Hixon BC from my parents' house, which is ten minutes away. The sky was storming, and I thought it made the trees look menacing. So, I took this photo, somewhere between Crysdale and Hixon. STARTED: Jul.20.22 FINISHED: Jan.13.24

Lots of Quotes and Poetries. Warning ; Contains sad, deep and relatable quotes + poetries, if you're an emotional person. The purpose of writing this : Have many kind of quotes and poetries in my gallery that have been saved by me. Literally many, I'm afraid I'll be deleting it accidentally. **None of this quotes/poetries is written by me unless told so // Credit works goes to the original author. Start -> 8th January 2019 End -> 19th July 2019

... when saying "I love you" just isn't enough. - turtletraveler16

Poetry is the door to a new world. A world that lives through the magic of words. Poetry is my way of making the impossible, possible and I'd love to share that with you through this book. Enjoy reading!

In this book the main character will be writing her perspective of life in a journal.

"Everyday we prepare a face, to face the faces we must face." TS Eliot this book will never end, it's a way for me to keep pieces of me safe.

Some words of mine

WELCOME!! Please join us in our 4th Annual Biggest Competition Ever!! An 8 week poetry competition, for poets young and old as well as new comers or poetry veterans!

If you have a tendency of blaming others ... please think again ... is it really others causing the trouble ? or you ? !!!!

Poetry and prose. Verse and rhyme. Thoughts and dreams. Poems from my archive, some dating back to 2002. These are the ghosts of me.