Rhymingpoetry Stories

My 7th poetry book. My heart's contents poured out before your very eyes. 27 March 2026 - The Present

The end of the start, and the start of the end. It's a lie, it's the truth. It's everything and nothing. It's all of the above.

Poems are words that can't be spoken -Unknown ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() All Poems in this book are written by me. I post a poem each time I write one. Please give it a try. 🙏🙏

A collection of poems. What else am I supposed to say here?

A series of unhinged, rhymed poems that show heartbreak, betrayal, and poetic revenge. This is not healing; it is fire. Read this if you've ever loved someone who hurt you.

I usually never write sad things. But this one is for my grandfather who died 10 years before I was born. And I felt like writing a rhyming poetry for him. Enjoy!

Origin of the word "Inspire" - Middle English "enspire", from Old French "inspirer", from Latin "inspirare" - 'breathe or blow into' ('in' = 'into' + 'spirare' = 'breathe'). The word was originally used of a divine or supernatural being, in the sense of 'imparting a truth or idea to someone'. There is a connection with the word "spirit" which comes from the Latin word for breath - "spiritus", which is also from 'spirare'. Spirit : - the activating or essential principle influencing a person - an inclination, impulse, or tendency of a specified kind : mood - a special attitude or frame of mind - the feeling, quality, or disposition characterizing something undertaken e.g. in a spirit of fun We're all inspired by one another. Fanfic and Fanart are prime examples of work that is inspired. Here you can find my poems that were inspired by other artists' work, e.g. paintings by fantasy artist extraordinaire, Stephanie Law, and the artists on deviantart. I look at their paintings, take in all the details, and weave them into poem-stories. I do the same with music too. Some music can have a very strong vibe or mood, and conjure up images in my head. This happened with the music composed by pianist, Guste Galuskinaite, which resulted in the poems A Frosty Morning and Dance in a Dream. Hope you enjoy reading these poems as much as I enjoyed writing them!

A dramatic poem capturing the story of a man and a woman who weren't meant to be, headed for a path of destruction, but somehow, were saved. How? Would you like to see? This poem's structural form visually and poetically are not "correct." I simply threw up onto the page what I felt and arranged the text to appear in a way that best got my point across. (Neither of the art is my own.) Enjoy OLIVE. :)

Poem, shot and polished.

A collection of written poems

She didn't shatter-she wrote. In The Art of Almost Breaking, Christine Gayle invites readers into a poetic devotional for the soul that's tired, tender, and still reaching for grace. Across 35 days, each entry begins with an original poem-raw, lyrical, and soul-baring-followed by reflections that explore identity, heartbreak, spiritual questioning, and the quiet courage of healing. This is not a polished confessional. It's a handwritten journey through flame and faith, where sorrow is woven into scripture and longing becomes light. With imagery carved from crowns and swords, prayers and seafoam, Christine writes to the version of herself that almost gave up-and to every reader who's ever stood on that edge. For the grieving heart, the weary spirit, and the one who still believes healing is holy-even when it's messy. Almost breaking taught her what being whole never could.

The guilt of causing someone to end their life.

A book filled with poetry that I wrote in my free time. Read at your own brain cell loss. COPYRIGHT NOTICE All of these poems are the intellectual property of @IzzaBeast and are protected under copyright law. This collection is an original work written by @IzzaBeast. No one can publish or distribute any original work without written consent by IzzaBeast. No one quote original work without giving proper credit. © 2020 All Rights Reserved.

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.

"A Verse Unheard" is a contemplative poem that explores the themes of unrequited communication and the quest for genuine connection. Through poignant imagery and rhythmic flow, it captures the speaker's journey from frustration and silence to a deeper understanding and appreciation of those who truly resonate with their soul. The poem emphasizes the value of mutual understanding and the profound connections that can be forged through shared truths and quiet moments.

Are you a connoisseur of traditional rhyming poetry? Are you a writer of lyrical rhyming poetry? This book is the accumulated group of people who want to keep rhyming poetry alive and connect through it. Co-founded by @ForeverAloneFlower and @MadLibs13, in the book you'll find poetry samples, contests and discussions revolving around traditional poetry. If you're interested, press the "start reading" button and join today! (All information in book)

My poetry are my heart's words screaming to be heard.

"High school is what kind of grows you into the person you are. I have great memories, good and bad, some learning experiences and some that I'll take with me the rest of my life." - Giancarlo Stanton. *** Memories are your madness, so not give it a little less. *** My love and sorrow high school life in poetry form.

Omg, you'll never guess what this story is about. I tried to make the title hint about what this is, but I hope it isn't too obvious. Poetry. It's a poetry book.

The world is wide, the road is long, We start our journey with a song. We seek a hand to hold so tight, To walk us through the darkest night. Conquer yourself, conquer your feelings, Look to the sky and find your healings. For love arrives with sudden grace, A beautiful, blinding, warm embrace. We give our heart, we give our all, Never thinking we might fall. But promises can sometimes break, And leave a heavy, silent ache. The hands untie, the paths divide, With tears we try so hard to hide. A broken heart is sharp and deep, It steals the stars and spoils our sleep. It feels as though the world will end, With shattered pieces left to mend. But look inside, the shadows clear, You are the one you need to hear. The pain is real, but it will pass, Like morning dew upon the grass. To heal the hurt, you must be brave, And ride the stormy, crashing wave. For love may fade and leave your side, But you remain, your own true guide. So dry your eyes and start anew, The greatest love belongs to you. And learn to dance inside the rain, Conquer yourself, conquer your pain.