Shortpoetry Stories

2025ကုန်ဆုံးတော့မယ်၊ကိုယ့်ခံစားချက်တွေဟာလဲပုံမှန်ဖြစ်လာသလိုအရာရာဟာလည်းအသား ကျလာတော့ 13 နှစ်နီးပါးအဲ့ဒီလူနဲ့ပတ်သက်တဲ့ခံစားချက်တွေကိုစာလေးရေးချင်လာတယ်။ The beginning, Love, Sex, Disheartened, Resentment & Hatredဆိုပြီးmy confessions ပေါ့လေ ခေါင်းစဉ်လေးတွေခွဲပြီးအမှတ်တရရေးပါအုန်းမယ်။

A collection of raw emotions, hidden feelings, and unspoken words. Each piece is a whisper from the soul.'" Words that hide feelings. Poetry that speaks unspeakable.

This simply contains the poems I've written since 2020. I've decided to publish it just to continue on picking up the pen day by day. Time is running low for me to waste. Note: Please do not copy or share my works without credit and permission. Thank you.

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

I will stand beside you as the evidence that you were never imagined, you were always inevitable.

Through snow I move, but with you the world becomes an ocean to surf together.

I have folded my wings so you may fly.

I'd weather every storm just to guard you.

~A collection of poems~ I dipped my fingertips in an ocean of words and painted the sky in the colours of my soul. See the world through my eyes. No themes or boundaries, just my thoughts.

My collection of poems and poetry whenever I feel the need to send a message to you.

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A collection of poems for the Shortys Challenge 2024. Starting September 1st , I'll be posting a short poem a day and submitting it to the challenge. Join me in this personal quest, and let's find out if I can complete the goal of writing 30 poems in 30 days.

These are poems written by me. I'm not professional, it's just what I've written in my kitchen. I'm in my kitchen right now ( : I hope you feel something...

Following great cataclysms, the living are historically left to fend for themselves in harsh and unforgiving environments. Despite the odds, some manage to survive and even thrive, developing unique cultures and societies. As they progress further, they begin to uncover secrets of the past from which the path to enlightenment is discovered. In discovery, those truly living must battle against the inextricable forces of nature, specifically, the nature of their own living truth.

The ebook is going to be a compilation of my written short poetry. I dedicate this ebook to the person who makes my heart happy. He maybe a stranger since we haven't met and I believe will never have the chance to cross our paths as we are two worlds apart. P.S. I pray for your good health and happiness, VJ. Love, Lin 😆

'I can't let go. My past holds onto me' It hurts to hold onto a past, to trace these memories lingering upon my skin, to want to reach out and grasp anything, anything at all that would take this pain away, but being unable to. I'm scared of letting go. Of the pain it brings. I'm scared I'll lose myself along with these memories, far more than I have now. *A random poetry collection. *All rights reserved.

"How is it that my heart breaks so, even on this glorious day?"