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Zephyr

Leituras 166
Votos 17
Capítulos 5
Tempo 5m

Leituras 166
Votos 17
Capítulos 5
Tempo 5m

Zephyr is a collection of poems dedicated to my best friends. Zephyr literally means a soft and gentle breeze and was also the name of our band. Although the topics may vary for each poem and may not suit as a dedication to my best friends, I hope you enjoy it.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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The 155th Sonnet, de OnukaoguOkechi83

Shakespeare's *Macbeth* was in my syllabus when I was in secondary school. But *Macbeth* was just an appetiser, for I went on to get the complete works of his. It was as I was reading his sonnets that I tried to mimic his 14-line poems-and the rest is history. I did not simply read Shakespeare; I encountered him. In my "mimicking" of his sonnets, I learnt that a word could be stretched from its primary meaning to other "shades" of meaning. Poetry to me is like a pilgrimage, a path of mystery, a ritual that can transport the poet from where he is to where the subject of his writing is, where he achieves a lived experience. I deliberately chose a rhyming scheme of **AABB CDCD EEFF GG**, with which I wish to import an African voice into the sacred art of sonnet writing. ✨ *OnukaoguOkechi83 is a winner of the Shortys 2025. ANNOUNCEMENT: We are updating with with my ongoing collection, Things Kilimanjaro Saw, every Friday by 8 pm every week. ---

Chromatic Musings, de author422

A series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.

A Collection of Poems, de ArluGenesisPadilla

These poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'm not that kind of a direct person, but there are things that are sometimes, better to kept secret. Here, these poems are what I wanted to say to my friends, to other important people, to people in general, to the world around me, to life and each detail it possesses. Each poem has a central theme, and around that revolves a certain story that I want to impart, something too delicate to be expressed directly, something too complicated. Here, I want to share who I am. That's ... probably all ... that I need to say.

Diary of a Mad Jezebel, de TwilaNile777

In a world where success is measured by gold, love became a puzzle, elusive and cold. She longed to fill the emptiness inside, yearning for a soulmate to stand by her side. With flaws laid bare, she sought to be seen, a heart so raw, a soul between. Then came a love, strong and true, a resilient spirit, their bond grew. Magnetic, captivating, they intertwined, easing the burdens that weighed her mind. For the first time, love felt real, in his embrace, her wounds could heal. Convinced he was the missing part, her heartbeat steady, no longer torn apart. Yet fate has a way of shifting the skies, their tale took a turn, a darkened disguise. Secrets uncovered, truths brought to light, the joy they shared crumbled in the night. A shattering blow, her heart left torn, the love she believed in now was worn. Yet through the pain, there came a chance, redemption's whisper, a final dance. Amid the brokenness, she found her way, a new understanding of love's true sway. No longer blind, she questioned the cost, the essence of love, now understood, but lost. For in the end, love is not just a piece, but a journey of healing, and finding release.

If Love Had A Season|| Ren × Reader ||F4 Thailand , de Elara_Wynn

Some feelings bloom quietly, lingering through time like the changing seasons. Their story was never rushed, never loud-just a series of moments neither could forget. But love isn't always about grand gestures; sometimes, it's about the silence in between. A tale of unspoken emotions, fleeting chances, and the question-does love wait?

Poems*all kinds*, de 18Mystery64

Just because you different it doesn't make you a freak or a weirdo, being different makes you unique and importantly it makes you You. Promises were broken, By words left unspoken, Friendships clasped untied, By truth that are hidden in lies, Years of secret coded memories are taken away, By blood forces that bind yet led me astray.~ Dear friend Read on to find the entire poem. I take requests(because I love challenges) but the poem will still be mine:) I hope you enjoy my poems and these are rightfully mine so please don't steal. Thank you:)

"Whispers In The Wind" | COMPLETED, de MsCrimeless

"Whispers in the Wind" is a collection of poems that dance like the breeze-soft yet powerful, fleeting yet unforgettable. Each verse carries emotions, unspoken words, and quiet reflections, drifting through the pages like whispers only the heart can hear. From love and loss to hope and longing, these poems capture the beauty of life's moments, carried by the wind to those who listen. Let your soul wander through the verses and find meaning in the echoes of the unseen.

Blood Bath, de dreampixie15

You've always been in the background-watching, waiting-as she captured his heart effortlessly. No matter how much you treasured your friendship, no matter how much you told yourself it didn't hurt, the truth lingered like a cruel whisper: he never saw you. But you refuse to fade into the shadows any longer. Desperation turns to determination, and soon, you're willing to do whatever it takes to make him notice you-even if it means crossing lines you swore you never would. Even if it means losing the people who truly care about you. Because love isn't always patient. And sometimes, obsession is just another word for devotion. How far will you go before there's nothing left of the person you used to be?

Stay. [Editing], de mbarleymb

The love I have for you cannot be explained. You just the one person I can't seem to stop thinking about. The person I feel I'm gonna be in love with for the rest of my life. I can't seem to murmur the words I need to make you see how much you mean to me, how much I'd risk for you, how you are my whole world. All you have to do for me now is to turn around and say you feel the same. Please just stay.

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The 155th Sonnet

Shakespeare's Macbeth was in my syllabus when I was in secondary school. But Macbeth was just an appetiser, for I went on to get the complete works of his. It was as I was reading his sonnets that I tried to mimic his 14-line poems-and the rest is history. I did not simply read Shakespeare; I encountered him. In my "mimicking" of his sonnets, I learnt that a word could be stretched from its primary meaning to other "shades" of meaning. Poetry to me is like a pilgrimage, a path of mystery, a ritual that can transport the poet from where he is to where the subject of his writing is, where he achieves a lived experience. I deliberately chose a rhyming scheme of AABB CDCD EEFF GG, with which I wish to import an African voice into the sacred art of sonnet writing. ✨ *OnukaoguOkechi83 is a winner of the Shortys 2025. ANNOUNCEMENT: We are updating with with my ongoing collection, Things Kilimanjaro Saw, every Friday by 8 pm every week. ---