Newpoetry Stories

A poem book made of tears, smiles, and memories. Book cover by me. IG: @liamelh.art

The sun doesn't shine every day for a reason, it rains sometimes. Maybe the reason why we have life so hard is for a greater purpose that time will reveal. There's some beauty in the struggle. We are reminded sometimes how blessed we are even if we tend to forget. Life is not a stone's throw, it's an unpredictable journey that you have to think your way through. You can't be too brave and you can't be too coward. You've got to know how to budget your risk-taking to your advantage.

In the third installment, Last Year's Flowers, MissReads19's poetry takes on a new shape through storytelling. Crafted from fragments of poems written through time, Last Year's Flowers takes the reader on a fictionalized journey of love from beginning to end with the in-betweens and flashbacks of memories. Broken down into three parts, the character's sentiments are revealed as the story progresses from moving through suffering and learning to let go. I won't forget the very beautiful time Loving you gave my heart a reason to fly, but Losing you took out a light. After I laid down the pieces of my heart, Love would bring the light and a shadow of the dark; Was it all such a temporary dream? All became lost in the in-between, Yet there's not one bit of me letting go, Sowing such a bitterly watered garden no one knows. Love is a sacrifice I didn't understand until you, Only bestowed unto those who are willing to leave their hearts open and through...

your words ring like bullets begging to tear through my heart, and to make me bleed the sweet color of her cherry chapstick

...A piece of my soul series... #216 believe (16th feb 2021)

hello and welcome to a piece of my brain. enjoy your stay. Y E A R O N E.

A collection of poetry that I have shared on different social media platforms. I will keep adding to this collection so add it to your library. Follow me on Instagram, Twitter & Facebook @EmmaJanePoetry.

this is a poem I had to write for my class at school. My professor wanted me to write about any subject, so I picked my dad. I need constructive criticism people. Dont be afraid to comment. *Warning this is the third poem I have ever done in my whole life, so its probably bad.

This is my collection of poetry. This is where I will turn my feelings into words. Where I will put my thoughts and stories into the world. I hope you enjoy.

This is a collection of poems I have written over the years. I will continue to add for anyone who is interested. If you have taken the time to read thankyou x

collection of poetry about myself that ive written over the years :]

A poem about heartbreak (feedback will be much appreciated)

A letter to death |deTH| the destruction or permanent end of something. A letter to the one thing that causes more hurt than heartbreak, abandonment, and abuse.

Have you ever been asked.. what's your favourite colour? Ofcourse you would have .. Right ? So what was your answer.. ? Think about it.. Do you associate the choice of your colors to various things ? Maybe .. maybe not.. So let's just say I am gonna tell you my favourite colour and why is it my favourite.. Hope you guys enjoy!! 😇

What is poetry?? Feelings? An Escape? Or a love

Poetry for the losers, the old souls, the loners. This poetry is for those who like to dance under the stars and moon with no regret, the ones who dare to be different, the ones who don't meet the status quo. This book is for you.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹poems that ive been writing recently. ◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ 》hope, longing, nostalgia, change, identity, death. 《 blood bled pure: nostalgia is the muse and dredging is the art i hold lost people like trinkets, and parade them in my heart. the past is the bullet, the future is the wound. i never leave the graveyard where we are are entombed. hope is the prognosis poetry is the cure i'll write these people out, until my blood bleeds pure.