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Hey there :) Sharing things which are very special and close to my heart ❤️ These are not just poems and quotes but ... feelings , emotions ,imagination ,reality , phases , time , persons , life , love , drama ,characters,chaos,brain ,heart n soul These are just the results of wholesome moments I spend alone :) It's my me time personal favourite thing I hope you connect with it :)) Also share your opinions and thoughts on these .. Always open for improvements ❤️ Thankyou !

Hey... A.B here I love to write poems and would love to share all my works

A spur of the moment poem I wrote for someone

my poems

**𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝙒𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙋𝘼𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙅𝙀𝘾𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙊𝘾𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍** Our generation, more often than not, is branded with the title "moody", but really does that mean the things we feel mean nothing? We say the word "phase" to burn others' emotions with it, but tell me one thing that is actually permanent. I'm not saying that everything I felt while writing these was healthy, but it was true. As true as you can be in a terribly false mind. A poetry collection that mostly took place in the quiet hours of night in the mind of someone who actually loves noise more. _________________________________________ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴; 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵; 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺; 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 _________________________________________ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 #1 in poemlove #25 in thought-provoking #17 in whimsical

poems and proses. ⚠Don't steal, this is all mine.

A short and sweet poetry indicating two people so immensely in love with each other that they distance themselves from the rest of the world and dance about the empty street in a stormy weather which for them is a moment in front of which all the other ball dances with glittery decorations, expensive dresses sink into insignificance. They adore their own imperfectly perfect BALL DANCE.

What if I never find the wolf inside me?

collection of poetry by moi. A sad,beautiful, tragic place called my life all written in words that will make you weep. Can you find it in your heart to accept the truth no matter how broken the artist or the art is to you. This not just poetry but a journal of my life

An elegy, that tells us about the ways in which each and every person tries and finds a way to overcome their problems in life. The poem talks about the hardships faced by a person in their life and how a person values their life and the beauty of it through their own eye.❤️‍🩹 🌟 Could be interpreted in any way as per the reader's opinion.🤍 Your opinions about my poem are warmly welcomed.💜 🌟 This is my hard work and my own work. Please do not copy 🙏 🌟 Also available On Instagram : @ black_beauty_2003 On Neobook : @ black_beauty_2003

Our dance under the moonlight

The glory & the pain of friendship!

My Life. My Poems.

They're not so different, are they? If you've been in love with poetry you know exactly what I'm talking about. I believe that when you say "I believe/don't believe in God", you may not mean what the the other person means when they're saying the exact same thing. And that's how it works for poetry, for me "Is it the sea you hear in me, its dissatisfactions, or the voice of nothing" (Sylvia Plath) may mean something entirely different for you and me. ___________________________________________ Were I to leave one of them, I would choose a poem which is a poem, instead of a God who is nothing apart from being a God. ___________________________________________ COMPLETED

It's a poem

I have penned a poem on hypothetical romance. Synopsis - Residing in a completely remote and aloof area, a lonely young guy has got a hunch that he would never find love but is still in the quest for love.