Short-poems Stories

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

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 ______________________________________________

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

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

Short poems exploring the pain of losing someone without truly losing them, but losing yourself instead. A quiet grief for the past version that will never return, and the fragile hope of becoming something new, until sorrow slowly turns into joy. 📌 Pinterest board: https://pin.it/397dQqEff

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.

Monthly Ruptured (LDSJ 2026 Poetry) only the raw, unfiltered honesty of the present moment. Whether it's the high of a new love or the descent into a private insanity, these poems are the records of a heart that refuses to stay in one place.

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.

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

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.....

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

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

"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.

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

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

Just some thoughts penned down to become feelings. Words Written Are Heard Better Than Words Whispered. ^_^ #11 in poetry 30/09/2017 #13 in poetry 25/09/2017

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

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