Истории Short-poem

Just poetry. My random thoughts expressed by poetry, lyrics and quotes.

Original poems under 50 words. All work within are my original creations. I'll try to keep this clean.

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 ______________________________________________

Ordinary days | Gentle moments | Quiet memories I wrote this because it happened... Niira...🍁 2025/12/14 11 : 20 AM

Darling, whole life is a miracle.....

A poetry book written by me as I tried to gain myself back after a heartbreaking experience of losing my best friend because of the stupid emotion called love.

"Sitting alone on a bench, near him a tree, His wrinkled hands held a letter as he quietly read, The moon beneath him sees, In his somber motion, his eyes bleed." Simple short free verse poem inspired by my great-grandfather and my great-grandfather's friend back in the 2000s before his friend passed. They used to be close companions before they parted in their own ways and paths. I never got to meet both of them honestly, I wasn't even born yet at the time so this is based on what I know thanks to my aunt Katia.

A collection of short poems and fragments of poems, written when I was suffering with writers block

Beginning Date: March 13, 2020 Ending Date: (Mixtures of Short Stories, Poems, Letters and many more!)

short stories cause i got commitment issues <3 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Not raining but I'm pouring. A rhythmic exploration of a moment where the internal and external blur. Is it rain, or is it a reflection or is it just an illusion? The path is clear, yet I cannot move.

~womp ~womp

Mind unwrapped: a folder in my mind opened to be read by you B E L P

The burn... how close it could get; The most dangerous thing isn't the burn. It's how close you're willing to get.

where the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.

A quiet story about a girl and her unusual best friend, Luna. Every night, she talks to someone no one else can see or understand. Though they are completely different-one human, one not-they share something unbreakable: friendship. But what happens when fear and change start to creep in? © Issa Solarae/Inkssa. All rights reserved. Unauthorized use or reproduction is prohibited.

A collection of short poems written for Versification 2026.

A collection of short stories/poems, (nearly) all written by me.

A collection of thoughts that wander through the maze that is my mind. Most poems are about longing, memory, emotional persistence, vulnerability and the soft ache of unfinished emotions.

Feelings are like flowers; blooming at the most uncertain times and in the most uncertain ways. To observe, understand, and accept feelings is not an easy task. Trust me, you'll only learn it the hard way.