Sadpoem Stories

When you know no one is gonna see it, and you can literally write anything. No one is gonna know

Poetry I write to express my feelings when I have no one else to tell.

these are some poems that I came up with some are sad some are happy enjoy :) started: august 3rd

this is a sad poem and if you want more please say so I love to make them

my own poetries mga Luna halina kayo basahin nyo ito you are all special to me so I'll write poetries may mga sad and also happy poetry PRINCE OF MY HOME IS COMING ANOTHER POETRY BOOK

Poem book about what's going on in my life

for the ones that were the sunshine for one wrong person then became the midnight rain for everyone else. a collection of short and long poems and occasional updates. "Sorrys are just something you say to avoid doing anything different or better." - The Book Eaters, Sunyi Dean ‼️TW‼️ contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH. Amongst other things. I am a poet I write what I think. I write what I love, hate, and everything in between. I am weakest in my writing if you don't enjoy it that is not my problem. STARTED | 1/1/23 FINISHED | 4th in poetry 6th in poetrycollection 10th in suicideprevention 1st in vending 5th in poem 7th in shortpoem 4th in venting .♡︎.

Hiii this is my first work here... Trying to pour emotions into words This one has random poems some about love some about heartbreak Some just about feelings Hope you like it , will be adding more similar poems to this

book full of random poems from my life you'll find mostly sad poems here because what's better than creating art from your pain?

A series of non-personal poems I've decided to share with the world. If you're sensitive to any content, make sure to check the tags, though I'm not confident I've tagged every potential trigger. Regardless, I'll provide content warnings at the start of each chapter/poem, but not in the titles.

A poem by Yours Truly. For the #NotADayGoesBy Contest. Kinda sad ig. Heartbreak?

A series of poems from a socially distant person.

As the title says it this book is all about my thoughts and my conversation with myself. In poetry type. A conversation that meant to be privet. A conversation that no one wanted to listen to. A conversation that I never felt good talking about it. A conversation that some are relatable and some may not be. It's just a conversation. Every page is a new topic. Every page has there unique mood. Every new page is the same. The same person is talking. The same mind is thinking. The same soul is trying. All I can say has been said in the book.

Miniature Poetry is something that is the crystallised form of emotions or intellect. In miniature poetry, a few words would be enough to pierce the fabric of reality through the sharpness as well as strength of words. You might be wondering about 'Thoughts'. Well, you're right. Thoughts are of similar nature, but mostly they fail to touch the depths which miniature poetry can accomplish. Moreover, miniature poetry isn't just served on the plate; its main task is to awaken your spirit, ultimately raising the levels of your understanding. Using minor shocks, it'll force you to gain the perspective which is your dream. It is way different than the poetry that is famous on internet, in which an already framed perspective is given to you and you look through that single perspective. Whereas, miniature poetry's aim is to provide you with a multitude of perspectives, it is you who chooses which perspective you want to grasp. The experience would be as if, someone is whispering in your ears. Hope this book fulfil whatever is expected from it. Your friend V B Eudaimonia

Previously known as : Tales of a broken heart "It's often difficult to put into words, the tales of a broken heart." A scattered collection of poems, snippets & musings. If you're looking for a meaning within my words, then you're in the wrong place sweetheart. Poetry is all about feelings without any meanings. NOTE: All the writings here are my own. © Do not copy without my permission.

Poetry about unconventional subjects such as the effects of relationship abuse and commonalities such as love and it's heartbreak. "I've sat myself next to the door because I'm afriad to go anywhere else. I'm afraid to travel too far and I won't hear your knock. I can't bring myself to separate my spine from the stability of this wood. The structure has become a lifeline. It is as if my body pressed against the frame will bring your proximity closer to me. As if me awaiting your arrival makes you more likely to walk the path that leads to me. I just can't bare to be any further from where there's a possibility of you that will answer my prayers with a doorbell ring." Started: 9/22/19 Completed: 12/8/19 My 4th poetry book.

the gentle words she left behind

ᴀ ᴘᴏᴇᴍ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ- ᴇʀᴇɴ ᴊᴀᴇɢᴇʀ. None of the pictures used belong to me. Credits to its rightful owner.

A bunch of poems I wrote on various occasions. I'm a beginner so it's not that good and some are not about me. Sometimes I think about others who have gone through way worse than me whenever I'm on my bed breaking down. I'm not someone whose parents have passed or divorced nor someone whose parents pressure me to study hard. I'm not someone who doesn't have friends or a loner. I have so many friends I can count on and hang out with. Some say these poems are about my ex or a boy I'm in love with now, but I'm not really sure either. It's like there's a different person out there who I write for because if you asked me if these poems I wrote are about me, I'd say no. Some yes, but mostly no. There's a person out there who is going through something, and I feel like they deserve to be written whether or not it's by a stranger. There's someone who bleeds and cries, and it's as if I can feel and hear them. I think about those who go through way worse than me, and I suffocate at the thought that they don't have the same privilege that I do. Of course, everyone goes through something. But I don't deserve to strengthen my nonexistent wounds when some do nothing about their real ones. These could be about my friends or your friends. Maybe they could be about you.

I write them cuz i can...