Storypoem Histoires

This is the longest poem I've ever written it takes place after the sequel of my story, "The Witches of the North." Alastor brings his sister to Sunset Hill to find a lost treasure left by his father. But before they can reach it, a blizzard hits them. Alastor must convince Jack Frost to stop the icy weather so he can find his father's riches.

When my life had an urge to stop itself, someone saved me who was broken himself. He assured me that I have him when he himself didn't have anyone. Words written in the form of poetry which hold my feelings which I've been holding from years.

"12 Hour Unravelling" is a journey through the internal battles we often fight alone - the confusion, the weight of expectations, the struggle to find clarity in chaos, and the hope of eventual freedom. This story-poem hopes to give voice to those moments when time seems both our enemy and our healer. Thank you for walking these hours with me. May you find your own strength in the unravelling.

• Don't be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen. •

"Find me in this world full of lies" A story-poem of love, betrayal, and the search for truth- a soul silenced too soon, a heart drowned in jealousy, yet bound forever by love that lingers beyond death. A haunting tale of what was lost in life, but found too late in the depths of the heart. Revised - 2025

A piece of Poetry for the ones who lost love

A girl who struggles in life. *I own every poetry in this book* *Made this for fun, does't have to be about me* Cover made by me! Background used in the cover belongs to !sa.

When the raindrop falling on your hand, memory of love will remain in your soul. When rain start falling, your heart will overflow with emotion that you never imagine before.

pes·si·mism(pesəˌmizəm) a tendency to see the worst aspect of things or believe that the worst will happen; a lack of hope or confidence in the future. "You may write me down in History With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise". -Maya Angelou, 'Still I Rise'.

Each poem written for Camp NaNoWriMo, April 2018. Goal is one poem a day for the whole month. [May not get updated every day.] Cover photo courtesy of Google images.

Drip, Drop is a narrative poem. Its a little on the creepy side. Its not you typical happy daisy smiles feeling or your sad heartbroken poem. Ok maybe a little on the sad side, but its still a great poem.

This are compilations of my poems...english is not my first language so pls bear with me... Plagiarism is a crime All photos used do not belong to me, I take no credit to them

a poem

A short story poem by yours truly. No spoilers 🤫

How could I know it was bad, I was 7 years old. How could I change now that it became part of my body.