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A birthday message to my mum🫂❤️ First-time posting on Wattpad, so I'm still new around here. Kindly do well to engage and also support me🤭 Thank you 😊 ‎

She thought she was protecting her heart... until he made her happy enough to forget the pain he caused. Now she's clinging to the memory of who he once was- still playing the fool, just to feel loved again. A soft, aching poem for anyone who's ever held on to love that hurt and healed at the same time. #Poetry #SpokenWord #Emotional #Heartbreak #LoveAndLoss #Healing #RomanticPoetry #ToxicLove #SadPoetry #SelfReflection #WattpadPoet #RachaelIkhanoba

inspired by geyser by mitski:) PS: i love this song smmmm

1. Unsaid A poem about the weight of silence, the fear of speaking, and the ache of carrying thoughts no one hears. It explores how hard it is to find words when pain doesn't translate into language. ⸻ 🪞 2. Not Me This poem speaks to the feeling of hiding your true self behind smiles, expectations, and performance. It captures the quiet exhaustion of pretending to be someone you're not, just to be accepted. ⸻ 💔 3. A Stranger I Still Miss A soft, aching piece about missing someone who has become distant - emotionally or completely gone. It expresses the strange pain of still loving a memory that no longer belongs to you.

Sometimes joy sometimes sorrow : is a collection of individual poetic verses describing the various phases of a relationship formed out of love, dreams, happiness, tragedies & above all hope.

❝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

Poetry Camp One poem a day For 30 days.

For every thought that's been lost to the wind, and all the letters to people we'll never see again.

My arms hung up by invisible strings. You jerk me one way and then the next you cant decide whether you want me close or far. Please tell me who you really are for i can not see past your white eyes. Are you Nice? Are you caring? Thoughtful?Daring?willing? i dont think i will ever know.

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.)

All of us have faced treachery by somebody we once held dear. Maybe you never got over it , or are still suffering. Maybe you got over them but the wounds they gave left some emotional scars. Or you need a sign from the universe to let go the love that is starting to suffocate you. If so then go ahead and read this mini poetry book. A series of poetry created and inspired from a friend who had a heartbreak, and couldn't get over her unrequited love , so this my attempt , translating her heart into words . [ I wrote this book with the assitance of a new and upcoming indie writer ]

another collection of poems.

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.

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)

{ Daisies in your heart } is a collection of poems i write to escape the mundane life and travel through the paths I've never walked upon nor have seen. Basically it's the little way to the Neverland and maybe on the way i can meet with Peter Pan! Join me on my journey filled with whimsical imaginations 🐼 ~ with love Tshering!

This is one of my favorite poems I've ever written, and I really wanted to make it its own.

A raw and confessional poetry collection exploring memory, forgiveness, and self-reflection. Each poem reads like an entry in a personal journal intimate, unfiltered, and searching. From confronting buried pain to questioning love, guilt, and the desire for solitude, Journals captures the quiet moments when we face ourselves without pretense. It's a study of what we carry, what we let go, and what still hurts to talk about.

Healing through poetry ; Pain is a seed planted deep in your soul, waiting to be cared for, to bloom into a poem; spilled ink, that word pain, and paint a new path each dawn

Punctuation means everything. Punctuation does everything. Punctuation is everything. I'm promoting punctuation. Promoting bringing commas back, promoting exclamation points, promoting questions and promoting finishing sentences when they need to be finished. Leave nothing unsaid. And use punctuation.