Secret Gardens in my Mind
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I open the rusty gates of my mighty secret garden and welcome you to this unlikely poetry collection that's too emotional and too personal. Unapologetic and seriously insane, I might overshare something here, so ssshhh for now.
Wanna hear a secret?
SECRET GARDENS IN MY MIND
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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.Complete
𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃. ᶜʰʳⁱˢ ᵇʳᵒʷⁿ
"𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩."
𝐍𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋. ᶜʰʳⁱˢ ᵇʳᵒʷⁿ
"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬"
Withered Roses
3rd Aug 2024 ----🥇Won 1st Place in the Best Cover Category of the Tired Writers Community: Summer Mini Awards 24th Dec 2024 ----🥇Won 1st Place in the Poetry Category of The Happiness Awards 2024 - 2.0 31st Dec 2024 ----🥇Won 1st Place in the Poetry Category of The Beautiful Writers Awards 2024 10th Feb 2025 ----🥇Won 1st Place in the Best Title Category of Frosted Pages Awards 21st Feb 2025 ----🥇Won 1st Place in the Best Cover Category of The Snow Moon Mini Awards 26th Mar 2025 ----🥇Won 1st Place in the Best Cover Category of The Phoenix Queen Awards 3rd Aug 2024 ----🥈Won 2nd Place in the Best Title Category of the Tired Writers Community: Summer Mini Awards 6th Nov 2024 ----🥈Won 2nd Place in the Auroroir Category of Poetic Pulse Awards 6th Dec 2024 ----🥈Won 2nd Place in the Aether's Veil (Best Cover) Category of Aether Mini Awards 29th Mar 2025 ---- 🥉Won 3rd Place in the Best Protagonist Category of Sacred Love Mini Awards 14th Mar 2025 ---- Winner of Love Birds | Valentine's Day Awards | 2025 22nd March 2025 ---- #49 in Poetry In the tender bloom of junior college, a love story unfurls between two hearts, capturing the innocence and intensity of young romance. "Withered Roses" chronicles the journey of a couple whose love story begins like a fairytale, filled with passion and dreams. As they navigate the trials of life, unexpected challenges threaten to tear them apart. Evelyn and Shekhar must confront their deepest fears and desires, leaving readers on the edge of their seats. Can their love withstand the storms that seek to wither their once-blossoming bond, or will it succumb to the pressures of an unforgiving reality? Dive into a tale of love, betrayal, and the quest for redemption in this evocative poetry collection.Complete
One Thousand Tears
I've tried to release this pain in so many different ways; But writing about you seems to be one of my faves. I don't understand how I find closure When I know it only lasts until the poem is over. Somehow it feels like some sort of imaginary relief to my reality. As if, the pain I feel only exists until the words are free. I know how crazy it may seem Because the heartbreak will always be there; And I will never un-feel what you've done to me.Complete
Amore.
This is a series of short stories, poems and thoughts I've written over the years, compiled into this collection. Most of these were written years ago. Some I've written as early as this year (2025). The purpose of this volume is to feel. Feel everything as though you are the main character experiencing each emotion expressed through my writing. These are written through my perspective as a woman, but please let this resonate with you regardless of your identity. Please vote, comment, like and share. Thank you! - nhiamareComplete
NOW YOU SEE," THE REAL ME" UNDER MAJOR EDITING
NOW YOU SEE "THE REAL ME" #1 IN THE SERIES OF POETRY BOOKS //SAD POETRY EDITION (under major editing) "My heart was taken by you, broken by you, and now it's in pieces because of you" My poems aren't the best. The first few poems may not seem worthy of being read but... later down in the book they get better. To some, my poems are beautiful; to some, my poems are shitty and they are rubbish💀. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! I can't promise that your time won't be wasted reading this book. I'm not a professional poet so expect the worst. This book isn't for everyone. It's sad, a little motivating and dark. If you aren't into sad poems don't read this book, it isn't for you. This book contains some of my thoughts,mostly about me or the people around me or just society in general. If you are feeling sad or depressed, please seek help. I know how much it hurts but it isn't too late to heal. Cover made on postermywall ♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡ Rankings: #1 in sad poet out of 23 07/25/2021 #2 in deep thought out of 4. 8 K stories 07/25/2021 #2 in thoughts out of 73. 4 K stories 07/25/2021 #3 in sad poems out of 10.1 K stories 07/25/2021 #3 in thoughts and feelings out of 10.1 K stories 07/25/2021 #6 in poet out of 14.3 K stories 07/25/2021 #40 in deep out of 26.6 K stories 07/25/2021 #48 in depressing out of 18. 3 K stories 07/25/2021Complete
If Not Now , Then When?
[featured 4x] A palate of poems. {Some simple words mean really deep. We use them without knowing their true worth... I portray such simple words in my poems.} {You will find long poems, In simple words. Some short ones, And a few deep thoughts} {If not now Then when? Words are crops, we plough. Memories are sand, ashen} ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ This collection of poems is a souvenir of my journey through the range of emotions I feel every day and of how I view the world around me . {Sometimes I lack zeal, Sometimes I don't. Sometimes I don't feel, Anything and everything feels unknown.} ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ 🥇1st place in best book cover in starry sky mini awards... 💫 cover credits - @bl_AcK_zE_rO ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ If you are reading this book somewhere else other than WATTPAD. it's not safe!! Your device is under threat. Please report that site!!! ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ Most impressive ranking #3 in poetry out of 261K on( 1st - 3rd August 2021) #1 in poeticjustice out of 1.4K #1 in poesia out of 12.3K #1 in poembook out of 10.7 K #1 in thoughtsandfeelings out of 9.97 K #1 in poetrycollection out of 22.4K #8 in poem out of 156K on 1st to 6 th July #1 in thoughts out of 73.6 KComplete
Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.
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