The Tears I Learned to Love is a collection of poems that explores the complex journey of love, loss, and healing. From the fiery passion of first moments to the silence left by absence, this book is about the deep ache of letting go and the quiet strength found in rebuilding. Each poem reflects a moment of heartache, but also of resilience. It's not just a story of heartbreak, it's about learning to embrace the tears that shape us.

The Gallery of Unspoken Words is a collection of poems that captures the quiet ache of admiration from afar-where longing is painted in glances, devotion is sketched in shadows, and love exists in the spaces between words never said. Each poem is a brushstroke on an invisible canvas, depicting the artist's silent devotion to a muse who may never know they inspire such beauty. Through soft whispers of ink and delicate strokes of verse, this collection explores the tension between distance and desire, the bittersweet nature of unseen admiration, and the art of loving someone in silence. For those who have ever watched, adored, and created in secret, The Gallery of Unspoken Words is an intimate portrait of longing-where love is an artwork that never quite leaves the easel.

No está mal sentirse mal.

These are the spectacular quotes and messages from Ms. April Avery's 'Something Spectacular.' The plot, the story, the lessons, the impact, everything are so meaningful. I suggest you to read it before this. Lots of love ate April! pa borrow na rin ng background cover hehe

𝑉𝐼𝑂𝐿𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝑁𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝑆 ➬ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ - ꜰɪsᴛs ꜰʟʏ, ɢᴜɴs ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs. ᴋᴀsᴀɴɪ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʙʀᴜɪsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ ᴘᴀsᴛ. ᴋᴇᴠɪɴ sʜᴏᴡs ᴜᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ's ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏᴜᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʀ.

စိုင်းတည်တံ့ဉီး + နှိုင်းမြတ်ဘုန်း

تجمع بين الماضي القديم البسّيط ب احلامه المنفرِده و ابطالنا 'الغُروب ، الشُروق' بين تراث الماضي تجتمع قصص ايجابيه و سلبيه على مشاعرَك انا كاتبه لا أحمَل المشاَعر الكافّيه بُمجرد نقل روَايه من وحي الخيَال احمَل خياَل واسع لا يُشابَه الواقع وأن شابه الواقع فهُو غير مقصُود اتمنى لُكم رحلّه مليِئه بالمشاَعر و المُوده و السرُور الماضي: الازم تعيش الذل و الانكسار هاذا وعدً مني م دمت حيً الحاضر: معي تعيش الفرح و السرور هاذا وعدً مني م دمت حيً عـمـل بـقــلم الـكـاتـبـهٌ ' دُره' الغروب و الشروق هل ممكن يجتمعون *الـنـقـل أُو ألاقـتـبـاس قد يُسبب مُـسـائـلـه قـانـونـيـة!* اللهم بلغت اللهم فاشهد

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." -Dead Poets Society I'm a 17 y/o (Started this when I was 15) just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)

හීනියට උලාපු සින්දූර් තැවරුමක්..! - SD_Sith

අහන්නෙ මෙච්චරයි මම.. ඩුබායි අහසෙ පායන්නෙත් මේ හඳම නේද?.. 🌕ツ