Sadpoems Stories

A poetry book covering topics like mental health, daily life, spirituality, lgbtq identities and the typical experiences of a teenager. The last sections or "dictionary poetry" are a collection in which the poems are inspired by words from the dictionary. I wrote this book during a time of trying to explore different viewpoints and life in general. I choose the title "the colors of spring and winter" because at this time in my life I felt like I was not able to commit to things, and this title represents sticking to something I feel proud of.

Not all wars are loud. Some unfold in silence; within thoughts, within memories, within the spaces we never speak of. A Thousand Quiet Wars is a collection of poems that traces the unseen conflicts of existence: the tension between who we are and who we are expected to be, between what we feel and what we hide. Each piece holds a moment of resistance, a fracture, or a fleeting understanding, small battles that shape us in ways the world rarely notices. These poems do not seek resolution. ___________________________________________ They sit with the chaos, the quiet, and everything in between where the loudest wars are the ones no one hears. The poetry of my heart, a retry at my earlier and first collection. A retry at many things, many wars inside myself. The days have been hard. The days weren't ever hard before I feel, when I have to talk myself through every single smile and "happy" meal. A Poetry Collection of a thousand wars... a thousand deaths and a thousand times of trying again. I hope you give my poetry a try! ____________________________________________ The days have been wars lately, quite the time to die. The battles have left invisible scars, hurts me, as away I fly. The people are too happy these days, too much for me to survive a short hello, and a shorter goodbye. _____________________________________________ The Old Widow grieves the mystery of an unlived history. -From The Old Widow Memories have left lesions in their stead. -From Bane How can you ever find those eyes and eat away your bread? -From Lads of The Moors ______________________________________________

collection of creative expressions of vulnerability.

As I write this, I'm sitting at my corner desk. A warm light and a hazy but cozy music repeats itself. In a frantic that I might not be able to remember verses that make you, I jot this down. Ultimately, I want my thoughts of you to be tucked away somewhere far, somewhere safe. Like a dusty old book at the top shelf in a lonely library. I know you'll be out there somewhere, and when I long for you, I'll reach out to this, these verses that poured out of me, for you. I'm no poet. I'm no artist. But from my depths, you, you alone pulled out these words. I've left mistakes uncorrected, verses raw, for in this plentiful universe, only you remain flawless. Words that hurt. Words that healed. Words that filled.

A collection of poems about different things

❛❛ 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 .ᐟ ❜❜ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 cherie publishes her silly poems because that's life, my dear. cover by the talented miss @ swannluvr !

A collection of poems. None of these will be happy. I only write sad and dark themed poems. Requests are open for poems you would want me to write.

In the deepest, quiet dark, I found these poems, soft words stitched together to soothe the loneliness resting inside my heart. -MiaElsher

what do i wish for at 11:11?

A love story that never existed - at least not for two. Between invented memories, silences, and absences, this poem dives into the pain of feeling everything alone. It's about searching for someone who only ever lived in your mind, loving intensely without return, and facing the hardest truth: not every love is shared. Because sometimes, the greatest loss isn't someone leaving... it's realizing they were never there.

Just a few poems written by a troubled teen.

when you want her but can't have her kudos to Pinterest for the image

these poems are about growing up somewhere that never felt like home. about silence, identity, and the quiet ways people learn to disappear. TW: some people may find certain themes triggering mention of dark thoughts and feelings viewer discretion is advised

This is a story of collected poems that I have written over time. There are some pretty dark stuff in here, but not all of it is like that! I invite you to read this story to know how much of a twisted mind I have. NOTE: I am currently in school so I won't be able to publish daily and I apologize for that! English is not my first language so this might have some errors but English is the language that I chose to express myself. Thank you all for your support, I'm so glad I joined this community 💫 WARNING: most of these poems contain themes of depression, self harm and anxiety. Please be aware of that! Thai you!

I think I wasn't just tripping, The psychedelics that fed me Got a lover out of the universe.

My poetry has always been my outlet and I want to start getting my work out there,so if you like what you read stay around for awhile; it's more to come 😉

My book of poems. All made during my midnight blues when I couldn't sleep at night (Srry if some are corny, I made these half awake and some are old 😭)

Words are the whispers of my soul, a reflection of my deepest thoughts and emotions. Through poetry, I craft the threads of my experiences, finding solace in the rhythm of words and the power of expression. In the silence, I find my voice, and on the page, I lay bare my heart, vulnerable yet free.

Park Yoenjun Pamela is more or less your average type of girl. She has brown short hair with bangs, hazel eyes, a round cute plump face with one dimple on her right cheek, and let's not forget the nerdy cute glasses that make her look 16, she lives her life quietly in one of those cute small apartments in Sicily while owning a small shop that sells and restores paintings. Kairo Black is also your typical sandy brown curly-haired guy with hypothesizing green eyes, tan skin, and strong chiseled jawline and is a six ft two-tall handsome that is a real daydream. You know, your typical hot Italian guy who just happens to own a café he seldom visits. These two have met on one too many times and on every occasion, they met, a spark that was more than what they let on, always ignited fireworks that would one day explode. But having a history that left both of them at the end of the robe when it comes to love, it's no wonder they tried everything they could to bury what they felt. And let's just say, a cute girl with that mesmerizing eyes just does a little something-something to get them back on the love train that leads to places they never thought they could visit again.

lots of worrying to be done a head, no time to rest in bed, because before your know it you'll be dead, but the question is what is your death? Physical or mental?