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  • NINE SHADES OF EYESHADOW por Caiulogy
    Caiulogy
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    NINE SHADES OF EYESHADOW By Caius Solus NINE SHADES OF EYESHADOW is my journey through the many colors of love, heartbreak, and healing. Through nine symbolic eyeshadow shades, I explore the emotions that shaped me-from the sweetness of first love and the courage to love deeply, to the pain of betrayal, the weight of loss, and the quiet peace of letting go. Each poem is a reflection of a chapter I lived, a feeling I carried, and a lesson I learned. Together, these shades tell the story of how love changed me, broke me, rebuilt me, and ultimately taught me how to find light even in the darkest colors.
  • seasons of her por shookielove
    shookielove
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    Every season leaves its mark. This poetry collection explores the rhythms of womanhood-the monthly cycles that shape the body, the emotions that accompany love, and the traditions that guide marriage. Through intimate and reflective poems, it tells a story of change, connection, and finding one's place between personal dreams and family expectations.
  • Whispers of the Lotus: Between Duty and Desire por ScriptedMystery
    ScriptedMystery
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    **Title:** *Whispers of the Lotus* **Genre:** Romance | Family Drama | Coming-of-Age | Literary Fiction Aarya has always been a dutiful daughter, bound by the traditions of her small town, Chandrapur. A quiet dreamer with poetry in her soul, she longs to break free from the expectations that confine her. But in her world, dreams are secondary to duty, and her voice is drowned out by the weight of family honor. Enter Devansh-charismatic, ambitious, and a man shaped by the shadows of his lineage. Returning to Chandrapur to fulfill his late father's wishes, he finds himself torn between the legacy he's expected to uphold and the growing desire to carve his own path. When fate intertwines his life with Aarya's, their connection is undeniable, yet impossible. As their love story unfolds, they must navigate the complexities of family loyalty, societal pressures, and the sacrifices that come with choosing one's own destiny. Aarya finds strength in her words, while Devansh learns that love isn't about surrender-it's about standing beside the one who dares to dream. But at what cost? *Whispers of the Lotus* is a poignant tale of love, tradition, and self-discovery-a story of two souls finding their place in a world that seeks to silence them. Will Aarya and Devansh defy the expectations that bind them, or will the echoes of their past dictate their future?
  • AFRICAN BURDEN por HonEnoch24
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    AFRICAN BURDEN by the voice of the soul. They came in ships, cloaked in crosses and crowns, Not to pray with us, but to prey on us. Not to teach us Truth, But to tear it from our Tongues. Chains kissed our wrists like venomous lovers. They ripped our fathers, beat drums out of our mother's breast, and called it Civilization. We bled gold into their coffers. Our diamonds crowned their queens, Our cocoa sweetens their tea, And still they called us Savages. They took our children, not just from wombs But from wisdom - Cut the roots of our languages, burned the libraries in our stories, Then asked why we were silent. In Ghana, in Congo, on plantations from Mississippi to Mauritius, We did not break We bent. Bent under bullets, bent under boots, bent under borders we never Drew, but carry on. They mapped our land, not to understand, But to mine it, divide it, devour it. But listen - Our rivers still run with memory. Our mountains whisper names They tried to erase. Africa is not a wound. She is a warrior. And though her back is burdened, Her spine still sings. We carry Pain, yes. But we carry drums too. Songs still echo in our scars, And our tears water the roots of the generation unbroken.
  • An Elegy for the Intimacies That Vanish por TiegScott8
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    Portrays love not as something we possess, but as a force that imprints itself into our being haunting absence, echoing memory, and reshaped identity. It suggests that love never truly vanishes, but becomes part of the soul's architecture, present in silence, objects, and the spaces between moments.
  • BROKEN ROMANCE "The Cupcake That Told My Story" por KayleenHannah
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    "The Cupcake That Told My Story" is a heartfelt tale of a woman who opens up to her colleague over breakfast, sharing how an innocent habit from childhood led to the quiet end of a once-promising romance. Lydia was chosen by the village's most admired man, but what she couldn't change within herself became the silent barrier that broke their bond. This story is about love, shame, habits, and the weight of things we carry in silence - even when someone truly loves us.
  • A Candle Without a Flame por grieveytw4
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    Sometimes the hardest celebrations are the silent ones, where love lingers in memories and grief fills the empty spaces.
  • "The Year I Learnt To Blush" por Glamlight
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    ✦ Description ✦ When a dream recalls My forgotten first love - Rehan 💙 'The Year I Learnt To blush' isn't just a love story - it's the story of every teenager who's ever fallen for someone they were never supposed to. From stolen glances across benches to heartbreaks hidden behind laughter, it's about the chaos of growing up - when one smile could ruin your whole day and a single "seen" on Snapchat could make your heart race. It's the story of Rehan, the boy in the blue jacket who unknowingly became poetry - and her, the girl who learnt that love doesn't always need to be returned to feel real. ✨ It's innocent. It's messy. It's heartbreak in its prettiest form. Because sometimes, the smallest moments make the biggest memories. 💫
  • HYACINTH por lilalines
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    .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. ; purple hyacinths symbolize multiple things, including sorrow and a desire for forgiveness. ೃ⁀➷ and all the things I never said out loud.
  • For the Love That Broke Me por jalizatoliver
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    In this raw and heartfelt poem, the narrator delves into the emotional turmoil of loving someone who never changes, despite the hope and tears poured into them. With vivid language and aching honesty, it explores the pain of clinging to someone who should bring comfort but instead brings confusion and hurt. Torn between loyalty and self-respect, the poem is a reflection on staying for the sake of someone else's feelings, while learning, ultimately, that one's own heart deserves honoring, too. This piece resonates with anyone who has wrestled with unfulfilled love, finding strength in acknowledging that their feelings matter.
  • "Talking to Ghosts" por Lilog224ever
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    "Some days, it feels like the world moves on without you. You carry memories, pain, and grief that no one else can see. You talk to yourself in the quiet, to the walls, to the night, trying to make sense of it all. You've lost people, places, and pieces of yourself along the way, and sometimes it feels like there's no one to notice or understand. But even when your mind is hazy and your heart heavy, there's a spark inside that refuses to die - a flicker of strength that keeps you moving forward. This poem is for anyone who has felt alone in their own head, who has screamed into the void, who has survived another day when it felt impossible. You are not invisible. You are not forgotten. You are still here, still fighting, and that matters more than anyone can tell you. Even in the storm, even in the haze, you are enough. And some days, surviving is the bravest thing you can do."
  • Whispers from the Shadow por AngelicMagistrate
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    In the quiet chaos of words, I find my voice. Each poem I write is a reflection of the storms I've weathered, the shadows I've faced, and the light I'm still seeking. These verses are fragments of a soul-raw, unfiltered, and deeply human. Step into my world of ink-stained resilience, where darkness and hope collide to tell a story uniquely mine.
  • Who Takes Care of the One Who Takes Care? por Apenas_palavraspa
    Apenas_palavraspa
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    This book is a silent scream for every girl who learned to take care of others before she ever learned to care for herself. These are crime-poems, written with the pain of someone who grew up invisible-loving too much, being too strong, staying too quiet. If you've ever felt unseen, this book is your mirror. If you're the one who always takes care of everyone else... maybe, for the first time, you'll feel held here.
  • Thoughtful Tuesdays: Thoughts which made You Pause  por TheHealingQuill_25
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    Every thought holds the power to stir a silent revolution within. In "Thought-Provoking Tuesday: Thoughts That Made You Pause," author Swaha invites you into a weekly journey of introspection, offering a curated collection of reflections that urge you to slow down, reflect deeply, and reconnect with your inner self. Each page holds a mirror to the unnoticed thoughts that linger quietly in the corners of your mind-those fleeting questions, half-formed ideas, and lingering pauses that deserve a voice. Whether it's a quiet doubt, a surge of emotion, or a moment of unexpected clarity, this book captures the essence of those inner dialogues we often overlook. Perfect for journaling, group discussions, or soulful solo reading every Tuesday, this book is your companion in rediscovering the wisdom hidden in your own thoughts. It doesn't just speak to you-it listens with you. Pause. Reflect. Transform.
  • Heavy Heart, Heavy Soul por Lilog224ever
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    "This is my heart spilled onto the page-unfiltered, unpolished, and raw. Every line bleeds pain, grief, love, and anger. It's the weight I carry, the thoughts I don't say out loud, the moments I feel alone even in a crowd. A reflection of loss, struggle, and the fight to keep going when everything inside me wants to break. This isn't just a poem-it's my soul speaking, and I hope it reaches anyone who has ever felt heavy-hearted, unseen, or unheard."
  • Second Chances #12: The Apology Jar por RobinKers
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    When longtime teacher Marianne Clarke receives a retirement gift unlike any other-a mason jar filled with anonymous apologies from former students-it stirs memories she thought she'd buried. But one unsigned note haunts her more than the rest, leading her to confront the emotional legacy of her career, and to offer the one apology she never got to make. A story of reflection, quiet reckoning, and unexpected closure.
  • When the Rain Stays Inside por grieveytw4
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    "When the Rain Stays Inside" is my melancholic love letter to someone who once felt like home. It's about a love that didn't end with a goodbye but slowly faded through life's cruel turns. This poem reflects the quiet kind of grief, the one that rains inside you every day. If you've ever held on to the memory of someone long after they're gone, this piece is for you.
  • Is this how a Relationship Feels like? por ScribePranjal
    ScribePranjal
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    Is This How a Relationship Feels Like? is a poetry collection that sits quietly between love and doubt. These poems are about the kind of connection that doesn't come with labels-where conversations feel intimate, but clarity never arrives. Where effort is given deeply, yet reassurance stays distant. Where love exists, but safety doesn't. Written in soft free verse, this book traces the journey of almost-love: the slow attachment, the unanswered questions, the exhaustion of giving more, and the gentle realization that love should not feel this confusing. With simple metaphors and raw emotion, each poem reads like a thought you were afraid to admit but felt every day. This is a book for those who stayed longer because they cared more. For hearts that loved quietly, waited patiently, and learned slowly. For anyone who has ever asked themselves- Is this how a relationship feels like, or am I settling for less?
  • When I Can't, The Pen Bleeds por shreEpy
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    She couldn't cry out, so she wrote. When the weight of the world silences her voice, the pen speaks. When the heart can't carry more, the pages do. When I Can't, the Pen Bleeds is a soul-baring collection of poems born from sorrow, betrayal, and the quiet ache of being unheard. In these verses, the author pours out the truths she never said aloud-the heartbreaks that shattered her, the lessons etched into her skin by a world that turned cold, and the strength she found in her own reflection. This is a journey through trauma, survival, and self-reclamation. With every bleeding word, she stitches herself back together. Perfect for anyone who's ever felt too much, lost too deeply, or needed a place to let their own pain breathe. Not all bleeding is visible. Some drips from the heart onto paper. #WhenICantThePenBleeds
  • SILENT NIGHT  por Uncle_Green
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    A heartbreaking journey through love, loss, and the silence left behind when the one you love is gone.