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Blossom [Poetry]
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New poetry collection from me.
If you're up to more; please read my first poetry collection: "Glass Heart" on my page. Thank u🙏🏻
Ever known of love?
Sadness, or been questioning about your self-esteem? This collection contains poems to relate of.
ALL THE POEMS ARE PERSONAL AND SELF-CREATED. PLEASE RESPECT DO NOT COPY BUT SHARE AND COMMENT...
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that's Y I wrote iT.
Drink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember being once a teenager and thinking I had no one to speak to. So I wrote my pain in poems, it did help but having to think my friends or Family would never understand. I was wrong. Mental health matters. Volume. IComplete
Poems of Pain and Solitude
For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.Complete
Hold onto love
I make my own poems for funComplete
Ink Stains on an Open Wound
Some wounds bleed silently-in ink and memory. This collection of poems lays bare the raw, unfiltered truth of heartbreak, pain, and the fragile journey toward healing. Each verse is a whispered confession, a mark left by love lost and lessons learned, tenderly exploring the spaces where vulnerability and strength collide. For anyone who has felt the sting of solitude, the weight of unspoken sorrow, or the messy beauty of being broken yet brave, these poems are your companion. They invite you to sit with your pain, find solace in shared experience, and discover that healing is both a quiet struggle and a profound triumph. Let these ink stains be more than marks on a page-they are a testament to the courage it takes to feel deeply, to write honestly, and to rise anew. ✨ Dive into the journey of whispered secrets and tender reflections. 📖 Updated regularly with fresh verses-join the conversation and share your heart. 💬 Don't forget to vote, comment, and be part of this growing poetry community.![Glass Heart [Poetry]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/184511749-256-k241691.jpg)
Glass Heart [Poetry]
A collecting of poetry. Mainly love and loss. If you like my personal poetry collection, then check out my on-going new poetry collection: "Blossom" (https://www.wattpad.com/story/212586421?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_story_details&wp_uname=Theodore1999&wp_originator=jh%2FKhO2mtYl7hfOAgvuUdAIfVZcNfgAobHT64DvrSmzk04Rz1ZN%2BN0UWzGCgq9hlWMqfHz185fWWZdTT08wIx15JyeX%2FFCazDbS8okpI4HixYG3KLP810HW9k61Y01lZ) Hope you enjoy, xo the author. - Completed book -Complete
The Words I couldn't Say
This is a place for me to put all the things I wish I said but I just couldn't. These are a way for me to "say" these things without actually saying them to the person I want to. I probably won't ever go back or read any of these because it's like revisiting a bad memory so don't expect much in terms of editing. Also I wouldn't consider this poetry but it is laid out that way. WARNING Talk of depression, suicide, anxiety, and self harm. Don't read if you don't like things like that and may get triggered. I don't mean to cause anyone problems of any sort, but these are the things I feel and can't help. Please keep negativity away as this is a sensitive subject for a lot of people. Thank you. Highest rankings: 99 in sadpoems Highest rankings: 118 in iwannadieComplete
Medicine
Cutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat light hearted rhyming poems that I have written.Complete
Tales of A Tortured Poet
A collection of the things I can't seem to say. The things that plague us at 2am, a bitter goodbye, a loving hello, lost friendships and identities. I'm just a recovering addict trying to navigate the minefield that is reality.
Drink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember being once a teenager and thinking I had no one to speak to. So I wrote my pain in poems, it did help but having to think my friends or Family would never understand. I was wrong. Mental health matters. Volume. I
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