Tumblrpoetry Stories

strange jumbles of thoughts loosely translated into words, re-imagined to overshare on the internet

To survive, I write poetry.

I'm not sure why I'm posting poetry on Wattpad of all places...

Some loves bloom like roses - vibrant, breathtaking, impossible to forget. Others linger like an old hair tie in your pocket - small, ordinary, but holding every strand of a memory together. This is a collection of poems about first love and final goodbyes, about petals that fall and keepsakes you can't throw away. From the thrill of red roses to the ache of rotten ones, from the comfort of tangled strands to the weight of letting go - every page is a reminder that love leaves marks, both grand and quiet. If you've ever loved, lost, and still kept something that hurts to hold, you'll find yourself here.

Poem to reach the souls adrift like me. Hopping it will reach the people who are deeply moved by poetry like me.

I never knew yellow was a type of blue, 'till I met you. Attempts of getting my thoughts and feelings into words. I would love feedback, I don't write much but I love it and would like to improve! Confessional poetry / writing? I get my inspiration from Sylvia Plath.

just some poems *all poems are mine so make sure you credit* this is from middle school pls ✧#52 in tumblr quotes ✧#420 in poem

All the feelings each one of us kept inside. ✨

a collection of random little poems, words, film quotes, & lyrics bound together with a dash of nostalgia & summertime. dreamy & sweet - a light read i wanted to make. (mostly inspired by me pretending im in an indie film.)

waves of the ocean come and go, just like the thoughts of you. ~A Collection Of Poems~

This was a little paragraph I wrote when I was in my feels i guess.

I sat down and tried to write all that I wanted to say to you. For hours, I stared at a blank paper, Until finally, I rewrote our story. I guess what I really want is to ask you to never forget me

#1 in tumblr poetry #2 in aesthetic poetry #11 in dark poetry I broke my heart, You broke my heart, And he broke my heart, My friends broke my heart, The whole world broke my heart, How do you expect my poetry to sound like?

"Don't touch that, It may not be a candy wrapper." None of these pictures are mine. I bet reading this will make you hungry ;)

Somewhere between the graveyard, roses are blamed to be bloomed

poetry about love, trust, depression, demons etc

Just a small collection of poems I've written...