Poetrybook Stories

moon /mo͞on/ noun 1. the natural satellite of the earth, visible (chiefly at night) by reflected light from the sun.

Hi, I'm Laiba. I write when emotions become too loud for silence and too quiet for the world to notice. These poems were never meant to be perfect. But maybe they were meant to be real. Some were written in peace, some in confusion, and some in the middle of nights when the moon felt like the only listener. These poems are fragments of quiet emotions, midnight questions, and thoughts that never found a place in conversation. They are not perfect stories- just honest echoes of a heart trying to understand itself. If a line here feels familiar, maybe it was never just my voice. Maybe it was yours too. This is Ansuni Awaaz- the voice that was never heard, until it became poetry. And if somewhere between these lines you pause for a moment, feel something you once felt, or remember a thought you never said aloud- then maybe this silence was always meant to be shared. Because sometimes the quietest voices carry the deepest stories. Welcome to Ansuni Awaaz.

some feelings don't scream. they lowercase themselves. they sit in the corners of your life and wait to be noticed. These words are made of distance, memory, anger, forgiveness that never fully arrived, and love that kept existing anyway. if you are someone who feels, you already understand this language. (All my work is 100% original)

a collection of unfiltered emotion and beautiful destruction

In a world obsessed with answers, there's a fool who only asks questions. THE FOOL KING is a philosophical poetry collection about a lost soul exploring the deepest paradoxes of existence: Who am I when I'm constantly changing? What is real when everything feels like illusion? How do I find truth in a life built on beautiful lies? Through fragmented verses and raw introspection, this collection doesn't pretend to have answers. Instead, it traces one consciousness's journey through confusion, where every realization births a new question, and wisdom lives in not knowing. This is for the overthinkers. For the lost. For those brave enough to admit they're both. For readers who've ever felt too much in a world that tells them to feel less. Author's Note: This collection is an honest exploration of confusion, identity, and the spaces between knowing and not knowing. It's philosophical, sometimes messy, and often questioning-much like the process of writing it. I don't claim to have answers. I only know that asking the questions matters. Thank you for joining the fool's journey.

What if we had better language for our inner lives? Most of us learn the names of colors long before we learn the names of emotions. We can tell the difference between crimson and pink, between the gray of a cloudy morning and the darker gray of rain about to fall. But when someone asks how we feel, the answers often collapse into a handful of familiar words: good, bad, fine, tired. Every Feeling I Could Name is a poetic exploration of the emotional vocabulary we carry-and the many feelings that exist just beyond it. Organized around the subtle landscape of human emotion, this collection moves through moments of tenderness, restlessness, longing, grief, wonder, and quiet joy. Some poems linger in the still spaces of reflection; others pulse with energy, curiosity, and discovery. Together they trace the shifting terrain of the inner life: the thoughts we circle, the feelings we struggle to articulate, and the quiet revelations that arrive when we learn to sit with them. With language that is both intimate and accessible, Nicky Bennett invites readers into a contemplative journey through the many shades of being human. Each poem becomes an act of attention-a small attempt to name what so often remains unnamed. This is a book for readers who love thoughtful, modern poetry and for anyone who has ever paused mid-sentence, searching for the right word for what they feel. Every Feeling I Could Name reminds us that emotions are rarely simple-and that sometimes the act of naming them is where understanding begins.

From trains flying in the sky and bananas drifting in the void, this collection politely crashes into you. Crashing your logic, crashing your sanity, crashing your heart, until those hospital bills get burned. While your wallet goes through therapy, read a little. Read the poems piercing your skin... or else!

a girl is a portal.

Some pain doesn't arrive all at once. It settles quietly slipping under your skin and lingers way longer than it should. You keep smiling for everyone else, pretending to be fine while slowly fading "Blooming Through the Ache" is for those who keep moving forward , even when they're falling apart. It's for the hearts that were never held the way they needed, that learned to stay quiet and to carry the weight no one else could see. This isn't about healing in soft light. It's growing in the dark, tired, unseen, and still choosing not to give up.

poems about...everything, i guess. _________________________ in english and german. __________________________ not about everything actually.

This is a book that will be written for a future me for whom I can only wish for better days to come along her way. I sincerely wish her luck and happiness; hopefully she will find something to keep her going through this life. This is the first, although small, step I am taking to push me to pursue a happy ending and to remind me that I can indeed be happy one day if I do make efforts. As for the title, it means that this book is dedicated to a side of me that I know is hidden somewhere deep inside of my being who is not depressed and who still believes in light. Note: Some of the content may be really dark, contrasting the whole idea of the book, but I cannot help it and, in any ways, I am doing this book so that in the future I can look back at all of this and comprehend how lost I was and how hopeless I felt within myself.

¦𓐇ໃ ۫This is a book of many poems with raw emotions, and also with psychology. ꩜I would greatly appreciate your support. I'm doing this so that people who feel deeply but don't talk about it for fear of being seen as strange and vulnerable can identify with me and find solace.

they're hard to swallow; poetic pills - the art/photographs posted with my poems are never my art/photographs but sometimes i can't find the artist/photographers name so please forgive me for that:(

sometimes words are just easier to write. **a very short collection of poems i've thrown in my notes over time, when talking got too hard and all i could do was write.

"Poetry doesn't cure grief. But it understands."

A set of poems written with love. By Love.

The thunderous applause of unknown crowd Encourage me more to write out loud Sometimes I am truly out of words Yet everything compiles through the chords -Ysaleyi

"The girl sat alone, the girl with no heart. She stared blankly at the others, wondering what it was like to be happy, to have a heart. But she knew deep inside, that the pain would be all she could feel, forever and forever more, she would be alone, the girl with no heart." This is a collection of poems and thoughts and feelings, some are real, some are fictional. So don't freak out, if it's dark it's probably fake. I don't want any negative comments about this book, if you don't like it, you don't like it. Leave it be. Just putting it out there, no I'm not depressed and no I'm not suicidal and never have been. This book may change your opinion about me but, to hell with it I'm going to write what I'm going to write. (Ok yeah half of that last part is SOOOO a lie lol) Enjoy! - Scarlet Fox

Poetry

a collection of words that I've put together