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𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. He said it wasn't love. Just lust. Just skin. Just sin. But the way he looked at her told another story, one written in bruises, bitten lips, and poems he'd never let her read. Nathan was supposed to die. scarred lungs, fractured soul, and a life stitched together by betrayal. But death didn't want him. So now he's cursed with time...and her. Aylin was never meant to see him again. Not after that night, 30,000 feet in the air. Not after he tasted her, claimed her, and disappeared. But fate is cruel. And Nathan? Even crueler. Now they meet in the dark. No labels. No promises. Just heat. They're not in love. They don't do love. They do bruises and breathless nights, sharp tongues and softer lies. They do madness. She secretly wants to fix him. He openly wants to break her. And neither of them can stop. This isn't a love story. This is a slow, exquisite destruction. And neither of them will survive it whole.

Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten.

🍷 Welcome to the AMUSE BOUCHE CONTEST! 🍷 An amuse-bouche is a small bite offered by the chef to showcase their style before the meal begins. This contest celebrates the literary equivalent: opening lines, first paragraphs, first chapters, summaries, and covers that leave readers hungry for more. Whether you write poetry, fanfiction, or original works, this is your chance to prove that first impressions matter. Captivate us. Intrigue us. Tempt us to keep reading.

Words and thoughts unspoken through the depths of my heart ended up etched on pages instead of someone's heart.

My lack is sudden. Because people leave. My lack is even. Because I deserve it. ( poetry book ) started: 17/06/26 finished: ...

كعـجاجٍ على الطّلـل، ويبَابٍ معِ الوَهن. يا نفسُ لا تناجِي إلّـا لتتلاعجِي، ولا تَطربِي إلا لتذرفِي. يا ابنـةَ الأرضِ رفقًا حتى لا يضطرمَ السّـدم، ما ألفَى الإنسُ من وجودهِ إلا القـتَم. نوائبُ الدَّهر ما ثنَت اليراعَ، كمدادٍ بسطَ سلطنتهُ على الصَّحيفةِ والورق. «ما يُـنشر ليسَ محرِّضًا أو ليكون مُخِلًّـا بالدين والأخلاق، بَل كُتبَ ليكونَ مليئـًا بمَا استعصَى على محدودِ الرؤيـةِ فهمهُ.» التصنيف : خـواطِر

I turn my grief into verses so it has somewhere to sit quietly.

Poems written by Allison Green. This is a collection of my poems. Pieces of my soul on paper.

My Unexplored Humanity is a collection of heartfelt poems that delve into the depths of my emotions, allowing readers to connect with their own inner truths. This book is a safe space for self-reflection and exploration, free from any inappropriate or harmful content. Signing off Aven Chaos Best Ranks: #1 in #deeppoems #47 in #poems #17 in #poesia

Welcome backstage! This is me, the author, baring my mind to you. Have a good stay :3

Some memories leave. Others take root. In these pages live rain-soaked afternoons, forests that listen more than they speak, and the quiet ache of things that were loved once and linger still. Here, longing wears the scent of wet earth, sorrow drifts like fog between the trees, and language becomes a place to rest when the world feels too loud. These poems wander through forgotten seasons, old wounds, fleeting joys, strange dreams, and the small ghosts we carry in our pockets. Some are tender. Some are melancholy. A few arrive with muddy boots and a crooked smile, determined to remind us that even sadness occasionally laughs at itself. For those who find beauty in thunderstorms, pressed flowers, worn book pages, and the sound of rain against a window, welcome. The woods remember. And perhaps, after reading, you will too. 🌲🌧️🖤✨

❝Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should've seen me.❞ Mead Schlachter is known to District 10 as a poet, a butcher, and someone who couldn't be less in favor with fate. Secrets lie between the gaps of the memories she chooses to omit, though with the 66th Hunger Games drawing nearer her efforts will see to be all but in vain. For while the life of a butcher is one she claims, it soon won't be only animals she has to slaughter. ------------------------------------------ Hunger Games, the concept and its characters, belong to Suzanne Collins. May include spoilers from SOTR

in times like these it's how it has to be

*That Nature Tells Tales* Nature doesn't lie. It whispers, it warns, it heals. In this collection, Alma listens. From women who tried and refused to break, to rivers that remember, to skies that weep and still turn blue - these poems are nature talking back. Each poem is a leaf, a storm, a seed. Raw. Soft. Unapologetic. This is for every soul who has ever looked at the moon, the trees, the scars... and still listens . Open it. Nature has something to tell you.

Compilation of poems Written by Esme Emerald Words are deadly weapons but I used to shield myself by armouring it with an heedless mind and setting it into oblivion. Till on day I realize something must done, a clarification should prevail by revealing myself, particularly my internal being as I show my ability in expressing my own thoughts into words of poetry And this book is my sword not just to defend but also to justify myself. --Esme Emerald P.s don't take it seriously I just wanted to add another story.

"ओ रंगरेज़ तेरे रंग दरिया में हाय नहीं रहना दूजा बन के डूबना है बस तेरा बन के" 🌟Meet:- AKRITI ARORA, a 16-year-old commerce student known for her bubbly personality, dramatic expressions, and fierce confidence. A girl who loves dancing, singing, and making people smile, she dreams of becoming a professional semi-classical dancer. Beneath her cheerful nature lies an emotional heart that believes in love and dreams of being cherished wholeheartedly. But what happens when Krishav Malhotra enters her life? Will he become the love she always dreamed of... or just another lesson in disguise? 🌟Meet:- KRISHAV MALHOTRA, a 17-year-old commerce student-calm, disciplined, and admired for his charming personality. Passionate about cricket and fond of sketching, he dreams of becoming a renowned cricketer while struggling between his dreams and his parents' expectations. Reserved by nature, he has never truly believed in love, considering cricket to be his first and only love. But what happens when a girl with endless dreams and an infectious smile walks into his world? Will Akriti become his biggest distraction... or the reason he finally believes in love? Between dreams, expectations, laughter, and unspoken feelings-two hearts collide to prove that sometimes... love arrives when you least expect it. © All rights reserved. Do not copy, translate, or redistribute this story without permission.

Since the beginning of time poetry was the tool to express hidden desires , fears , longings and was praised for its wonderful nature Centuries later and people still write Welcome to my poetry collection <A poetry collection written by Hope Tsirogianni©️>

I wrote so many lyrics since I started to write, but sadly I cant sing and make music so they became just poems rotting on the papers in drawer. In this story I share some of my lyrics, only worse ones, I will keep better ones for myself, hoping one day some singer will come and would like to sing my lyrics, then I will give them the best ones :)

js poems BTW not updated alot but sometimes i add new poems for fun bye

A collection of poetry that isn't limited to a single topic. Highest Rankings: #1 - thoughtsandfeelings (7/19/2025) #1 - shortpoems (7/19/2025) #2 - poet (7/22/2025) #1 - thoughts (7/24/2025) #1 - lovepoems (8/7/2025)