Poetrycommunity Stories

Alone but powerful, the poet's mind is replete with verses colourful. With sass they sashay, unbidden into the worlds they portray. Inked with finesse, they are a treasure to possess. Cover designed by the immensely talented @thatwomanlywoman321 :)

Yet I am too afraid, to let it show Reveal my gift, let the world know...

These stories are a full transcript from each episode of my "Melody's Ambient Sleep" series 4 podcast. Each podcast episode features soothing ambient music and either a short story or poem read in my calming voice. All produced to help you drift into a deep sleep. I release new podcast episodes and stories every few days. Enjoy listening or reading the transcripts in this book. 🎧 To find all my Podcasts, such as 'Melody's Ambience Meditation', just search for 'Melody's Ambience' in your favourite app. 💌 You can get in touch with me @melodysambience on Facebook and Instagram or email melodys.ambience@gmail.com Melody❤️

‎A collection of poems about the quiet magic of friendship and the complexity of relationships, about the moments we shared, the words we never said, and the feelings that stayed long after everything else changed. These poems live in the spaces between laughter and silence, closeness and distance, holding onto what it means to truly connect with another soul.

Textiles is a collection of the tangible--threads you can hold and turn in your hand. It explores gothic betrayal, dignity, history, and the ache found within uncovering truths. These objects carry beauty, but within their hidden seams lies the heart of this series.

¦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.

This isn't poetry. These are places that only begin to exist the moment you think about them for too long. Chapels that listen instead of praying. Cities that forget their own edges. Mirrors that remember you before you ever managed to save yourself. Every text is a trace of something that was never meant to be spoken. Every sentence an echo that doesn't know if it still belongs to the living world. And if you feel something breathing too close here... you're not reading this for the first time.

poems written by a girl who feels everything. who's been the cool girl, the healer, the one who walked away, the one who stayed too long. this is for the ones who choose themselves and still believe in love.

This is a collection of emotions that were never spoken out loud. A journey through broken moments, silent nights, and the invisible weight of pain we all carry at some point in life. Each piece in this series reflects a fragment of the heart- shattered, lost, and slowly learning to breathe again. It is not just about heartbreak... it is about surviving it. About sitting with your silence, understanding your tears, and slowly turning pain into strength. Because healing is not sudden. It happens in fragments- quietly, gently, and beautifully. And sometimes... a broken heart doesn't end. It begins again. 🌙

just some poems

Some stories don't end the way they were supposed to. This piece was written in response to someone I love, navigating a loss that doesn't always have the right words. Not just physical-but the loss of a future that once felt certain. This is for anyone learning how to carry something heavy... and still keep going. This is the second piece in a series.

There is no glory in suffering.No poetry in staying broken.No pleasure comes from pain.only the slow,scared work of taking her name back.

I didn't plan to write this. I was just standing under the night sky, staring at the stars... and suddenly, everything I was feeling needed a place to exist. So I wrote it. "A Shooting Star" 🌠 Maybe some distances are meant to be felt, not crossed.

she does not flinch.she is not untouched.But she is unowned .The mirror still remembers.But it no longer speaks for her.it answers her name.part 2 of No pleasure comes from pain.For everyone who thought they wouldn't survive.

A new generation poem which reflects the current scenario of the teenagers and almost every person.

What if loneliness was something you could cook? A dark conceptual poem where connection is measured, mixed, and served-until it stops tasting like comfort.

Life continues, but not unchanged That's the truth people recognize. Not every ending looks like an ending. Some arrive quietly in the space where something once lived, in the silence where a future used to echo. This piece isn't about the moment everything breaks. It's about what comes after. The stillness. The questions. The slow, unfamiliar process of becoming someone new while still holding on to who you were. It's about learning that healing doesn't mean replacing what was lost- it means carrying it differently. And somewhere in that quiet shift, something unexpected begins to take root. Not the life you imagined... but a life that is still yours. Because even here- something still grows.

This book is for the feelings I couldn't say out loud-so I wrote them instead.

Collection of unspoken truths, moments, and thoughts that were never meant to be shared. These poems aren't refined or perfect, they're raw fragments of a heart trying to make sense of itself. Written in times when emotions were too heavy, these pieces are not for the sake of perfection, but for the release of feeling.

----- A tribute to the girls whose strength is quiet, whose faith is loud, and whose kindness is often misunderstood. She is modest yet mighty, bookish yet bold, and soft yet unshakable. This poem captures her silent battles, her sacred confidence, and the fire she carries behind calm eyes. 🤍✨🎀