Rawpoetry Stories

A collection of visceral poetry Romance Yearning Pain Admiration. Love at the root.

This is a collection of my previous 4 works. They have been combined together. So that it is easy for the reader to go through all of my work easily. I have also added a few new additions to these collections so far. This collection covers the following... 1) A Diary of my thoughts 2) Midday Blues 3) Fading Light? 4) Dawn & Dusk Please leave an upvote if you enjoyed, also I'm not a full-time poet, i only write to lighten up my feelings. My aim is to pour the rawness in my feelings into this collection. So, I apologize for any grammatical mistakes in advance. These words are my attempt to transfer the weight of my feelings, to give shape to the grief that has lingered within me for as long as I can remember. I seek nothing in return for these words. My only wish is for them to exist as a record of my being, a testament that I was here. Each word stands resilient against time, proving that while I am not defined by my grief, it has been a part of me. This book is a chronicle of my love and all the grief that has followed it through the years. Thank you.

I called this collection Too Much, Too Loud, Too Me because that's exactly what being a teenage girl felt like. Too much feeling. Too loud in my own head. Too much heart for one body to hold. Hormones turned up the volume on everything - the crushes, the heartbreaks, the anger, the joy. One minute I was on top of the world, the next I was crying in the shower over something I can't even remember now. These poems are the teenage me. Unfiltered. Unapologetic. A little dramatic, a little messy, and completely real. They're about the nights I felt like I was too much for people. The days I was told to be quieter, smaller, calmer. But I wasn't. I was loud. I was big. I was me. These poems are the teenage me: messy, loud, insecure, brave, and completely in love with feeling. If you've ever been called "too sensitive" or "too emotional"... these poems are for you. Because too much is not a bad thing. Sometimes it's the only way to be alive.

For the Girl I Was is not just a collection of poems - it's a resurrection. These words are stitched together from the fragments of who I used to be: the soft girl who dreamed too loudly, loved too deeply, and broke quietly. Each poem is a conversation I have with her through my pens - a whisper, an apology, a thank you. It's about remembering the pain without letting it define me, and learning that growth doesn't erase the past; it transforms it. This book is a homecoming - for every version of me I once abandoned to survive. And maybe, in these verses, you'll find pieces of the girl you were too.

Some stories are meant to be lived. Some are meant to be written. This is a collection of everything I couldn't say. Of love that felt like home, yet somehow made me lose myself. Of people we wanted to keep, but had to let go. Of conversations that ended too soon, feelings that stayed too long, and nights when sleep was easier than facing our own thoughts. कभी किसी को इतना चाहा है कि उसे पाने से ज़्यादा, उसे खोने का डर सताने लगे? Or maybe, like me, you're simply trying to make sense of all the things you feel but never know how to say. So here are my "Jo Keh Nahi Payi " थोड़ी मोहब्बत, थोड़ी शिकायत, थोड़ा इंतज़ार, कुछ अधूरे ख़्वाब, कुछ आख़िरी अलविदा, और उन सबके बीच एक लड़की जो हर बार किसी को खोकर थोड़ी-सी खुद को पा गई। So, if you've ever felt too much, loved too deeply, or stayed awake with words you couldn't say..... welcome to my "Jo Keh Nahi Payi " शायद इन पन्नों के बीच तुम्हें अपना कोई अधूरा किस्सा भी मिल जाए।

Do you struggle with your thoughts? One minute you're okay and then the next minute you're breaking down into tears? One minute you want to be around others then the next minute your mind is telling you "You should be alone, because no one wants you around."? One minute you're smiling, then the next minute you just can't shake your frown? Maybe it's not the people around you. Maybe your mind is your real monster.

I'm not a poet. I'm just a 17-year-old writing down the things I don't know how to say out loud. This is a collection of poems about school, family, growing up, and the kind of pain people don't notice because you're "too young" to be this tired. It's about being compared, being ignored, being told you're fine when you're really not. About smiling in public and breaking down when you're alone. Some of this is messy. Some of it is angry. Some of it probably shouldn't be shared-but it's real. If you've ever felt invisible, misunderstood, or like you're carrying more than you should be at this age, maybe you'll see yourself here. Content Warning: Mental health struggles, self-harm awareness, family issues, emotional distress.

They ask her what she fears most, and she says "heights." But the truth lives quieter- in the dust on her brushes, the fading fire in her hands, and the art that no longer feels like hers. Between the weight of chores, the pull of duty, and the ache of a dream slipping away, this is her confession.

"This is my truth laid bare - unfiltered, raw, and unapologetic. Every line carries the weight of heartbreak, loss, and the silent strength it takes to rise again. If you've ever felt betrayed, unseen, or broken, this poem is for you. Step into the depths of emotion and feel what it means to be completely human."

For the painfully aware. For the people who escape within words and stories and fiction. To those who cry themselves to sleep. For all of the empty promises and hours spent in solitude. I hear you-I am you. It gets better. You only ever enjoy the sunshine, after all you've felt was rain. Life is a series of moments. So, thank you for spending yours with my words. To those who find pieces of themselves in my poems, thank you. your presence here means everything ♡ •A Baroque Collapse collection•

Hindi poetry

This isn't just a poetry book. It's every moment I broke. Every time I stayed silent. Every battle I fought when no one was watching. It's my healing raw, honest, and unfiltered. REBORN is for the silenced, the surviving, and the ones still finding their way home to themselves. It's a collection of grief, love, trauma, truth, and strength. It's for the girl who stayed too long. The woman who had to rebuild herself. The soul who still believes there's light in the dark. Every word in this book was written with the hope that you feel less alone. Every line is a piece of me and maybe, a piece of you too. While I originally wrote it almost 4-5 years ago to raise money for survivors of domestic violence, today I thought to share it with who might need it. Thank you for reading. Thank you for believing. You are not alone. 🌙🖤

This collection isn't about you- because I didn't get attached.

Vulnerability, it seems, is my latest form of self harm, so climb through the window and have a look around.

Not every sin looks like sin. Not every judgment comes from God. Rolled Snake Eyes is a raw, confrontational poem about desire, hypocrisy, and the moment chance runs out. It moves through intimacy, faith, and consequence with no absolution and no apology. This isn't about redemption. It's about what happens after the roll- when the numbers stop moving and everyone has to live with them.

Poetry series of feelings and experiences

Love. I never understood it - until someone found the corners of my heart I didn't know existed. These are the words I stitched together in silence, For the one who sewed my broken pieces into something whole. A collection of raw, heartfelt poems about love, longing, and just love. Poetry stitched in threads of emotion.

My Polychromatic World is my second Poem Collection. All poems included here are spoken-word . Hope the book is likeable, and if you enjoy, please drop a follow or comment! The spoken words here are raw and means a lot to me. This book is more like a diary, but instead of writing full paragraphs or long sentences, my everyday mood changes and feels are written in spoken word. Maybe from the perspective of me, a perspective of an object or the perspective of a character. Dedicated to Inima, who helped to inspire my poems and to Moomtahina Miss, who encouraged me on.

They called it loyalty. But it was leeching in disguise. This collection is for the ones who gave too much, stayed too long, and rose anyway. Ashes That Bloom is a series of raw, unfiltered poems - about betrayal, silent strength, lost friendships, heartbreaks, and rebirth. It's not just survival. It's learning to carry your fire without burning yourself. Written by 4bh1shek, this book is a soft rebellion - in verse.

I don't have all the answers. Honestly? I'm still asking the questions. But somewhere between the doubts and the dreaming, I'm learning to trust the One who writes destinies in starlight and soil. This is my heart on a page. A poem for anyone who feels lost but keeps walking anyway. Welcome to my in-between. Written with faith. Rooted in nature. Guilded by purpose.