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Poesis Awards is a poetry celebration created to honor talented poets and their words. Through various categories, poets can showcase their creativity, connect with readers, and earn recognition for their art. Every verse has a voice, and every voice deserves to be heard. ✨🌹📖

He poured his pain onto a stage and they called it art. They cried for him, clapped for him, worshipped every word - and I sat in the audience with my own pain still locked in my chest, wondering why his tears moved a room mine never could. A poem about watching someone else's vulnerability get celebrated while yours stays invisible - and the ugly, honest envy that comes with it. Part of the eunoia collection.

If you find a piece of yourself in these words, I hope it brings you comfort, or at least reminds you that you're not alone.

A whole lot of emotions, and a whole lot of love. There's no heartbreak here, watch me fall. I dare you to fall with me. These poems have some mature scenes, but nothing that would be considered distasteful or directly sexual.

This particular poetry collection will feature more darker, moodier elements than my other collections. Since I have a rather potent darker side - I have to get it out in some form or another. Copyright © 2016-2019 By T. A. Hinson All Rights Reserved All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. *Chart Achievements Peak: #5 [Wordart] New Peak: #9 [poetsofwattpad] 6/24/26

Some nights don't leave bruises you can see. They leave unanswered questions, aching hearts, and memories that replay long after the house falls silent. "July 3rd" is a deeply personal piece about witnessing a family fall apart in real time, loving someone who continues to hurt you, and discovering that some of the deepest heartbreak doesn't come from losing a lover-it comes from grieving the relationship you wish you had with the people who were supposed to protect you. This isn't a story about hatred. It's about surviving. It's about loving from a distance. It's about carrying hope through heartbreak. If you've ever mourned someone who's still alive, this poem is for you. Some wounds don't bleed. They echo.

A collection of raw emotions, hidden feelings, and unspoken words. Each piece is a whisper from the soul.'" Words that hide feelings. Poetry that speaks unspeakable.

Hi everyone! My name is Zoya and I will upload weird poems every Wednesday so stay tuned if you want to read my poems. Also, I might not be able to upload some days because I really don't have time nowadays so please bear with me for the time being. Love you all <3

they say poetry is made from love well then, poetry is where we start

from the swahili word meaning "bridge." let this connect my queerness to my blackness. let this connect all those that are different. let this connect you to me.

A poetic blunder literally. Cover credits: aesthetic_baby555

"And in that particular tick of the clock, for the first time in what seemed like forever, every word touched his heart; every word came to life; every word felt real." Copyright ©️ 2018 by ommandiaries #WorldOfChampionsAwards Grand Champion Under Poetry Category 🥇🥇🥇

The Olives Archives is a curated collection of poems that carry emotions so dense they pierce even metal hearts. These are not gentle verses written for comfort; they are poems forged in pressure-pressed, bruised, and preserved like olives beneath stone. Each poem in this archive holds an intensity that lingers. Love is not romanticized; it is exposed. Pain is not dramatized; it is distilled. Joy appears sparingly, but when it does, it tastes earned. The collection moves through vulnerability, resilience, longing, identity, and healing, documenting emotional truths often hidden beneath composure and silence. The title The Olives Archives reflects both preservation and endurance. Like olives, these poems are bitter before they are nourishing. They demand patience, honesty, and the willingness to sit with discomfort. In return, they offer clarity, depth, and recognition. This archive is for readers who feel deeply, for those whose hearts have hardened not by choice but by survival-and for anyone brave enough to let poetry cut, open, and ultimately soften them again. 1. Where Even Steel Learns to Bleed 2. Soft Things Surviving Loud Worlds 3. What We Swallowed to Stay Alive 4. The Silence That Raised Me 5. Bruises That Learned to Speak 6. Salt Under the Tongue 7. Tenderness in a Closed Fist 8. Scars Don't Ask for Names 9. The Shape of What I Didn't Say 10. When Strength Cracks Quietly 11. Hands That Forgot How to Ask 12. Love, After the Armor 13. The Weight of Uncried Tears 14. Softness as an Act of Rebellion 15. Bones That Remember Warmth 16. What the Heart Does in the Dark 17. Survival Tastes Bitter First 18. A Gentle Thing Called Courage 19. We Learned to Breathe Between Wounds 20. The Day I Let the Wall Listen

Poems about : Teenage troubles? check. Love? Check. Hate? Check. Almost everything. Relatable and intriguing. Read till you feel whole. Read till your soul smiles. Read till you move on.❤ Highest rank as of now: #50 in poemporn #119 #4 in writersnetwork

"I mean, we're all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren't we?" - Robert Ludlum

A short poem about perception, poverty, and the moment life turns upside down. Every morning, the performance begins. A street corner becomes a stage. Cardboard signs become scripts. Tin buckets fill with coins and folded bills as passersby glance away. Under the faded lights of a traveling carnival, two performers sit quietly - a guitar player and a painted clown - collecting sympathy from the crowd. Their sign reads: "Visions of Cheeseburgers." To most people, it's just another scene of poverty. Just another group of strangers asking for change. But what happens when the distance between observer and performer disappears? What happens when the coin flips... And you wake up on the other side of the sidewalk? A Turn of Event is a haunting short poem about poverty, perception, and the fragile line between spectator and survivor. Sometimes the show isn't entertainment. Sometimes it's a warning.

What keeps you Cold at Night? The Second Pillar, shadowed, in the First. Three is Key. A Fourth fell silent. ~Ongoing Series~ (Pillars of Winter V in progress) *Encouraged order is 1-5* ~These are my first real attempts at poetry; any comments or feedback would be welcome.~

A poetry collection inspired by Halloween and all things wickedly Horror. Copyright © 2016-2018 By T. A. Hinson All Rights Reserved All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. *Chart Achievements Rare Peak or it's Fate Peak: #1🏆 horrortales ×2 Peak: #1🏆 microstories * New peak 5/7/26 Peak: #1🏆 grimmtales Peak: #6 bonechilling *New Peak: #12 poetsofwattpad Peak: #666 👻 October

An anthology of perfectly hidden emotions, cherished through the heart's poetry~

a collection of miscellaneous writing. -poems -short stories -fanfiction -quotes -random writing that i wrote to practice -anything really