Englishpoetry Stories

Step into a world where ink and emotions collide, where words become a portal to the depths of the human heart. Shadows of the Heart is a collection that unveils the hidden chambers of love, depression, heartbreak, and the intricate dance of human emotions. Through the author's intimate revelations, you'll find solace and understanding in the most delicate moments of life. These poems are a whisper, a secret, a reflection of the unspoken emotions we all carry. Join us on a journey through the enigmatic corridors of the soul, where every verse is a key to the mysteries of the heart.

No longer us A poetry collection by A. Esmee This book began as a conversation I was too afraid to have out loud. No longer us is a collection of poems I wrote while trying to understand what happens after love fades. It's about holding on too tightly, letting go too late, and learning slowly, how to stand on your own after being part of something that once felt like everything. These poems come from the quiet hours, the unanswered messages, the memories that show up uninvited. They are fragments of love letters, goodbyes that were never spoken, and the questions we ask when we're left alone with ourselves. If you've ever loved deeply, lost quietly, or found pieces of yourself in the wreckage of a relationship, this book is for you. It's not just about heartbreak. It's about healing, too.

🌊❃Ocean's Voice❃🌊 "Listen, the ocean is screaming, while the thunder is pouncing." -antareSankey. #7 englishpoetry: 30/01/2020. #2 poetries: 18/06/2020.

open and vanish - cover and all drawings by me (inspired by pinterest)

In this book I'm letting you in to my little corner of overthinking.

For the words I could not say, written in these pages they'll stay

A poetry collection of random poetries I wrote. Nothing special, just some deep stuff from a burning poet heart, I hope you enjoy. I think most of them are going to be love letters or over-dramatic sh*t I write when I'm down.

This poem is a tribute to the unseen workers who quietly shape our world with their hands, sweat, and dreams. It honours the silent heroes who rise before dawn, carrying the weight of tomorrow while the world sleeps, building cities, feeding families, and paving paths of hope. Through vivid imagery and gentle reflection, Hands That Build Tomorrow reminds us to respect and recognise the dignity of labour, seeing every calloused hand as a mark of courage and resilience.

În paginile acestui jurnal, iubirea se transformă în prăpastie, iar dorința devine o melodie tristă ce răsună printre umbrele inimii. „Elgiile abiescente a amorului" este o călătorie prin intensitatea sentimentelor, prin suferință și pasiune, prin lumina și întunericul unui suflet ce caută adevărul iubirii. Fiecare poezie, fiecare notă, fiecărei emoții îi este dedicată o tăcere, un suspin, o elgie - o elegie a inimii ce nu se împacă cu realitatea. Această carte nu este doar despre iubire; este despre prăpastia dintre ceea ce dorim și ceea ce avem, despre fragilitatea trăirilor, despre dorința de a fi înțeles chiar și atunci când cuvintele par să nu fie suficiente.

In this book or Booklet we are able to reach the poetry of the (Poet of the east) to you. for the helping to your divines.

A fragile soul does not break-it sings. Through verses woven with longing, silence, and fleeting light, this collection captures the tender echoes of a heart that has loved, lost, and risen again. Each poem is both a confession and a mirror, an invitation to step into a world where pain turns into beauty, and vulnerability becomes strength. If you've ever felt too much, too deeply-these echoes are for you.

This is a book with a bunch of poetry I wrote. I don't write poetry very often but when I do I'll post it here :) All the poetry I feel comfortable sharing will be here. I am far from good but I do enjoy writing it and I'd like to get better at it so feedback would be appreciated <3 Most of the poems are in English, some are in dutch. Enjoy reading! Dit is een boek met wat gedichten die ik heb geschreven. Ik schrijf niet zo vaak gedichten maar als ik het doe dan post ik ze hier :) Alle gedichten waarvan ik me comfortable genoeg voel te delen zijn hier. Ik ben niet bepaald goed maar ik vind het leuk ze te schrijven en ik zou er graag beter in willen worden dus feedback zou fijn zijn <3 De meeste gedichten zijn in het Engels, sommige in het Nederlands. Veel plezier met lezen!

baby you, you feel like home to me. baby, you feel like heaven to me. Baby, you, feel like Divine to me, Baby, baby, do do not close off from me. baby, do do not close the doors for me, baby, blue my skin feels blue without your touch, honey. baby, boo boo off your worries for me. baby, boo wait i'll boo off your fears, honey. BABY, YOU you are soulmate of a lifetime to me. Baby, you i feel my heart not beating without you, honey. Baby, you... i want to be a part of your sorrows to see you gleam. baby, i am willing to brighten up your darkness with my loving stream. Baby, you... you are the only treasure i've earned in my life. Baby, you, i want to build an empire with you beginning from strife. Baby, you... your joy chirps me up, your pain frowns me, do you also feel this way or is it just the filmy me? Baby, hey... if you feel this connection as deep as me, hey, would you... would you mind spending the rest of your life with me?

Fall of egoism (poem) ------------------------------ Now I could hear Your soul flying away to capture another world. Once you considered me Your soulmate, Now you made my mind dead. Thou art alive still in my blood. Thou had erected a monument of love in my heart, Unknown to anybody. Your agressiveness to capture my mind and to start an intrigue with my heart is still I think was your disguise. My soul itself is an allegory of the Spritual conflict between good and evil. And now I lost my sense. My heart is going through a conflict between sensuousness and luxury Of being adored by your love. But in vain,Iam helpless. You are in a residue of love. I could see your eyes which prompted me to do the sin, will once pray for my pity, and could hear your voice which uplifted me to paradise, will be in a mourning tune, and I could make you and me to lost our paradise. Reena.P.G (Teacher at crescent higher secondary school, adakkakund kalikavu) Neelambari Parayankadu Pookkottumpadam Malappuram district 679332 Ph;9497132522 Watsapp :9846964831

. . . Here ensues, a brief summary of the plot, and an anthropological tracing of how the tale was born . . . . . . A lover of the English language, of all things, whilst I was looking-up the etymology of the word / interjection 'boo' I came across this passage written in the late 19th c., by Walter W. Skeat, which not only creates the opening of my story, but also encapsulates it's intended moral, & effect: "To be able to say Bo! (sic) to a goose is to be not quite destitute of courage, to have an inkling of spirit, and was probably in the first instance used of children. A little boy who comes across some geese suddenly will find himself hissed at immediately, and a great demonstration of defiance made by them, but if he can pluck up heart to cry 'bo!' loudly and advance upon them, they will retire defeated. The word 'bo' is clearly selected for the sake of the explosiveness of its first letter and the openness and loudness of its vowel" Such, is the idea of this story: a young boy, who is unpopular, and habitually shy, at last plucks up his courage, and his first act of retribution, is to crie 'Boo!' at a gaggle of geese; he then proceeds to crie 'Boo!' in several other tricky situations, each time, becoming stronger in heart, and taller in courage.

This poem convey's a persons crave to have a support and that to have a person to whom he can show his true nature without fear. Infront of whom he can cry and play like a child and that too without worrying of being judged.

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