Teenpoems Stories

2026 poetry dump DISCLAIMERS ♡ Under copyright ♡ TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of death, depression, fear ♡ Cover images are not mine (besides a couple) ♡ Mild language (sh**, damn, etc). © All rights reserved

A series of short stories/imagines and poems about love. Enjoy! :)

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a collection of self-written poetry for: those in pain those shamed because of who they love the people whose bodies have been taken from them the outcasts those that have had their mirrors become their own hell the unrequited lovers the people whose lives would be happier, by taking them the weak and everyone in-between this is for me, but most especially you

• Highest Rank #9 in poetry (till 31 August 2016) • Poetrt Awards 2016 - Best Writing Style Award • Winter Wonder Awards - Third Place. A poetry book of Dark poems that take you through the relatable journey of love, hatred , betrayal , lost affection..........specifically, the feeling of not feeling anything. Of being nowhere. Of being In The Middle Of Nothingness. ©Ishita Singh (All rights reserved) ______________________________________ RANKINGS: POETRY - Rank #9 (31 August 2016) #TEEN POEMS - Rank #4 (2 July 2016) #TEENPOETRY - Rank #3 (4 April 2016) ----------------------------------------------------------- Cover made by @crookednights.

Just a poem inspired by the 4th.

A collection of my life Vingettes

Parts of me Welcome to abyss, the depth of my mind. This is a collection of poems on feelings which go much beyond the single word used to describe them. Abyss is all about the darkness within. It's all about the things in the head of a seemingly naive and innocent teen.

the unfortunate double sided story

This is a little book full of poems. I enjoy and write poems. I have so many, so I thougt maybe I could share them! Anyway, if you enjoy poems, feel free to check this story out! <3 Here is a sample of my poetry: The little hill side, which used to be grey, has bloomed into something beautiful today. The grass is green, and the sky is soft blue, The trees are wearing their wedding dresses too. Their flower petals, remind me of such lace, Oh how nice it would be, to be wed on this day. Spring is a time, of new beginnings. You can start over, and create new endings. But as the flower petals, dance in the wind, You shall be mine, and my love with in. Today is the day, where we lock our fate, With eachother and love I shall say. This is our start, and my lonley life's end. With you in my heart, it finally mends. As the flowers bloom, and show off their beauty, It will be our new lives truly. I shall say "I do", and have no regret, My heart belongs to you, untill time's very end.

This is my book of random poems that I have come up with. hope you enjoy reading them! note:they will be short and I will be adding more to them

a collection of short poems written by yours truly.

Dedication: This poem is for Hannah Baker and for all those like her. It is for those of us who struggle with our body image, and for those of us who struggle with mental illness. I have struggled with mental illness and continue to struggle--but I do have hope. My hope is that whoever watches Thirteen Reasons Why and feels moved by its message, will be kinder to one another, and more aware of the warning signs that someone is hurting. Watch what you say, because words pierce deeper than bullets at times. I will be releasing a book in August of 2019 called "Circle of Dysfunction" based loosely on my life and my struggles with mental illness. I hope all of you will read it, and I will be donating all proceeds from this poem, as well as from my new book, to NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness). Thank you, and know that you are not alone to walk in the shadows any longer. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline Phone Number : 1-800-273-8255

" My brain is scattered, one second I'm Alice, the next the mad hatter"

𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 ☆ ☆ ☆ a poetry prose collection of sadness, longing and broken love. ☆ ☆ ☆ "𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞" - 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫, 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 ☆ ☆ ☆ #3 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘢

Come inside the heads of 2 teens living in a world.

this is a part two of my last poem.

Here's a collection of short poems that'd enable you breathe in fresh and miraculous air from the world of poetry!

My pen is my weapon. My silence was never consent. This is for the fighters who turn pain into poetry, and refuse to be erased.