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𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑼𝒔 is a collection of poems that explores delicate whispers that this beautiful feelings thrive profoundly creating a unforgettable memory of life. From the flutters to moments that helplessly linger.

In a place for runaways and misfit toys, A castle for reckless girls and troubled boys, I knew a lonesome lad with glassy eyes Who lost his life trying to touch the skies. sailing_saints ©️ 2018

🕯️ Poetic & Aesthetic A cottage full of love feels warmer than a mansion full of silence. This poem speaks of devotion, jealousy, and the bittersweet ache of wanting someone too deeply. If love had a shape, this one would look like a candle burning softly in the rain

words better written than said. Emotions better written than shown. Art better written than painted. poems better written than spoken. Not very one has a voice to speak up so we write instead. Rose's are red violets are blue if you are a Poet or poem lover then you are in luck cause this book is just for you. ___________________________________________ This book has a bunch of my original poems. A few of them rhymed. Enjoy.

another collection of poems.

A Chapter Close to My Heart" is a poetic journey through love, loss, and healing. These poems share moments that linger quietly in the heart - the ache of longing, the silence of absence, and the courage to move forward. For anyone who has felt deeply and is ready to find hope in the fragments of their past, this series offers a comforting companion.

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Welcome to The Voices Within-a collection of my heart, my mind, and my experiences. Feel free to read, comment, or share your thoughts. I believe poetry is a conversation, and I'd love to hear your voice too.

❝It hurts...when feelings are left un-expressed!❞ ❝Feelings which are left unspoken by lips are conveyed through the beauty of words.❞ Contains: Poems,One liners,Short stories. Status: Complete Check out For More... ___________________________________________ 5th place - The Spring Awards[2018] {#1 in NotAPoet} {#2 in WattpadPoet} {#3 in poetry {#2 in ILoveMyFlaws} {#2 in justrandom}{#2 in youarebotalone} ©2018 @-Alishan_xx

> I am Jemar Ocon, known as Lonewolfbejie-a poet, critic, and witness of this broken world. These essays are not meant to comfort. They are born from the streets, from spiritual fires, and from truths we are told to forget. I do not write for applause. I write to expose, to heal, and to rebel. This is my voice. This is my purpose. Welcome to the mind of a hybrid poet.

A book of mixed up feelings. Just a lil poem or so... My first actually, wanted to try it out 🙂 Top tags: #1 in wattpadpoet #5 in express #5 in messed #4 in shortpoem #1 in wattpadpoems #17 in hard #17 in agony

Growing up as a people pleaser, a vulnerable side grew inside of me, so I wrote Half Girl to unleash these feelings. I believe that, It is through darkness that we shine, this version of the book highlight a dark side "the vulnerable" one, when i had zero confidence and only leaned on others to get validation, when i didn't know where i belong. Hope you will enjoy this collection and just know that you are not ALONE, we have each other we relate and help each other find the destination we seek. "we are all Connected"

the title explains it well enough <3

sorry it's short

The poem reminds us that words carry power beyond sound. They hold memories, emotions, and hidden truths. "Not Just Words" speaks to how language can heal, hurt, dream, and define us showing that every word we say or write leaves a mark on the soul.

A collection of poems, vastly varying from different perspectives and putting down into words what goes on in my mind as I try to let love and let go.

A collection of my poems, both old and new. Notable Rankings: 1 in #poetsofwattpad (2021-06-01) 1 in #poetryclub (2021-06-01) 1 in #poetrycommunity (2021-06-18) 1 in #slampoetry (2022-04-13) 1 in #wattpadpoets (2022-04-13) 1 in #wattpadpoet (2022-04-14) 1 in #spokenword (2022-04-15) 3 in #wattpadpoetry (2022-04-16) 3 in #wattpadpoem (2022-04-16) 6 in #poeticjustice (2022-04-16) 9 in #poetrycollection (2022-04-15) 9 in #poesia (2022-04-16) 10 in #poemcollection (2022-04-16) 10 in #poets (2022-04-16) 12 in #lovepoem (2022-04-15) 14 in #freeverse (2022-04-15) 18 in #poembook (2022-04-15) 29 in #poet (2022-04-15) 43 in #poetry (2022-04-12) 57 in #poem (2022-04-15) -- Images by Michael Friesen | This Artwork Does Not Exist

This is my little corner of the world - a diary woven in verses. Every poetry here comes from somewhere deep inside me - from the quiet places that words rarely reach. Some are born out of heartbreak, some out of hope... and some from the moments that left me silent but not empty. Through poetry, I try to understand myself - the chaos, the beauty, the ache, and the healing. These aren't just poetries; they're pieces of me - scattered emotions, untold stories, and the echoes of a heart still learning how to feel, forgive, and bloom again. If my words find you in your own storm or silence, I hope they remind you - you're not alone. This space isn't perfect, but it's honest... it's me. 🌙 ......................................... (Note: The images used here are created through AI based on my imagination - they're visual reflections of what I feel while writing. Just a gentle disclaimer so everything stays clear and safe.)

𝑊𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠, 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. // no. 1 in #wattpadpoetry (24 June 2021) // no. 1 in #wattpadpoems (23 June 2021) // no. 1 in #wattpadpoet (24 June 2021) // no. 1 on #poemcontest (8th May 2021) // no. 1 on #sixwordstories (8th May 2021) // no. 1 on #milkandhoney (28th May 2021) // no. 3 in #poemcontest (24 June 2021) // no. 4 in #poeticjustice (15 June 2021) // no. 9 in #poetry (25 June 2021) // no. 11 in #poets (24 June 2021) // no. 13 in #poembook (24 June 2021) // no. 15 in #poetrycontest (1 June 2020) // no. 19 in #poems (25 June 2021)

I was riding on nimbus when I met you. And when you left, my tears fell down as rain. This series of poems composed between late 2016 and early 2017. The poet experienced a relapse of feelings for an old lover but by this time, it was already too late. With no one to confide in, poetry seemed to be the only means possible. The dates and times of each poem are accurately written.