Poem Stories

"Öyle güzelsin ki, sanki tanrı seni yaratırken benim fikrimi sormuş gibi" çiçeğin üstündeki nota bakarken gülümsedim. Kırmızı komidinin üstüne mor menekşeleri bırakıp dünü düşünmeye başladım. Poyraz'ı dudaklarını, dokunuşunu bu her zamanki bir şey değildi.

emir: ben bu cocugu oldururum arabam sikildi onun yuzunden hem dnf olduk hem de araba pert oldu haftaya duzeltemeyebilirler bile aminakodumun cocugu *** ferrari pilotu emir kolçe x redbull pilotu poyraz mert

sevgi ve nefret tüm duygular sana en derinden

"Meşhur dövmeci sen misin?" arkasına bakmadan sigarasını masanın üstündeki küllüğe bastırarak söndürdü. "Evet, ne oldu?" "Piercing de deler misin?"

poemsel bi seyler

bilinmeyen numaradan gelen bir mesaj, emir'i hiç yüzüne bakmadığı biriyle yakınlaşmaya iter.

"Emirin mi sahte sevgilisi olacağım? Ciddi misin?"

|| CLOSED & JUDGING || Tired of contests never having poetry? Well, that changes today. Welcome to The Slam Dunk Poetry Contest, where this is an awards for poetry only. It will have 11 categories, so plenty of chances to submit! There are no payments, so this is a 100% free contest. Participants will receive prizes just for signing up, though of course placements will receive exclusive prizes. So, are you ready? Let's dive in!

This is a collection of dreams, memories and emotions. They are words brought up from the deep locked gates of my soul and moulded in words then shaped into poems. Written down during nights when I can't sleep, or at Midnight when I wake with a poem in my mind....♥️

Thoughts and reflections from an Islamic perspective...

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟗 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

Won an award. Poems get better with time lapsed since my abstinence. Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out weekly, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

Poems to express myself, away from judgement

Thoughts carved into my skull. Poetry or just words of despair and love? Contains triggering elements... read at your own risk. Could be repetetive bc I'm a bitch that overthinks.

On voiceless days find yourself through a million words. Let it be your voice to your unspoken hate, love and sorrow. Let the words retell all your joy, grief, regret and sadness.

A collection of poems filled with emotions, devotion, and unspoken feelings.

What do you do with a truth that has no voice? Smeraldo explores the fragile boundary between memory and numbness. In this collection of prose poetry, the questions don't demand answers, and the pain doesn't move. There are no grand resolutions here-only the quiet, heavy reality of the things we bury in order to survive. A deeply personal, confessional journey through the thoughts whispered only in the dark, capturing the heavy weight of a silence that refuses to lift.

A collection of poems that gently capture the quiet moments, the gentle truths, and the small joys of everyday life. Here, we explore the balance between the things we carry and the things we dream of tender, reflective, and filled with heart. This series offers a space to pause, breathe, and be held in the stillness.

♡︎ 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭.

I don't just write poems- I write questions, identities, and truths that refuse to stay silent. If words mean more than just words to you, you'll understand this space.