Poetrylover Stories

My Original Sonnets. Seriously.

My Bare Soul can be found at the pit of the glistening waterfalls where my words reside. My loud vulnerability. My truth that I do not hide. My voice although unheard, my words make it come alive. Although it trembles, my hand or pen in it never shakes, it only thrives. Come take a look inside... Maybe you'll find yourself in one of my poems. Or maybe you'll see a soul that unapologetically confides. (Poetry book)

Poetry.....for real life stories and experiences.....

"Du bist nicht mehr hier, doch immer noch da."

Dear poets, It's funny how you know our pain, give life to our grief by inking what we can't directly say. Please, Go to hell! -- This book is a collection of poems about faith, hope, social issues, social stereotypes, trends, dating, sadness, and most important of them all, LOVE. Join us as we write our heart's desire and pain. Hope you like our original poems. Follow us on instagram: @stashed.writers

The poem explores the themes of anxiety and restlessness through vivid imagery and emotional expression.

A boy of 17, Adarsh singh studied in class 12th in K.V. with subjects of PCM. He is a wonderful creative person but only in front of his own eyes. He is little bit adroit, non-domestic type boy with eminent personality. Adarsh is weak in study, this is the open universal truth as the point of view of the relatives and his own parents towards Adarsh. Anonymous gentleman said that "Every person have special potential to do special thing". I favoured that Adarsh have also special potential to do .................. "No friends, its top secret here, just read it."

"Life is unpredictable", I have heard this phrase empteeth times. My memory isn't usually reliable, yet I distinctly recall every single person who has shared this observation with me. This seems unusual, but it makes sense to me now. While I write this, I realize that it wasn't the phrase I remember, it is those faces, those expressions they had, that left an impact on me. Sometimes, it was the bright eyes of a wrinkled face of a man and, sometimes, it was the dull eyes in a young skin that taught me meaning of life. I am in an age where people say to me, "Akshika! 20 years are enough to read, write and understand what is right and what is wrong...", and then the most funny part is that no matter what you think of "rights and wrongs", they'll still define it for you; your rights, your wrongs. Whatever happens, I have finally realized that right and wrong are relative and, like life, are uncertain and unpredictable. I embrace the uncertainty, allow it to lead me to places. I am brave as it challenges me to exersice both my heart and mind while I carve my own path towards happiness and success. I don't want to waste time by regretting over things that I didn't choose to go for. One like me should Spin wildly into next action. A friend of mine once said "Enjoy the present". I do it now. I enjoy each moment as it comes, because you'll never get another one quite like it, and verily he was right. Why so? Because those wrinkled eyes were enjoying the moment and the young skin wasn't familiar with the word "hope". So, if you ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a breath and start over. Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart; where your hope lives. You will find your way again. At last , this page is to show what credo we live by and what defines us as a person. Having the power to live with the choices we had made, determination towards a goal, and finding the spark in our life.

This book contains little poems and short stories written by me. If you look around closely, you will find inspiration hidden in everything and anything. . . "Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words" ~Edgar Allan Poe

This book contains my favourite poems by authors such as Edgar Allan Poe, Sylvia Plath or Allen Ginsberg. I hope you'll enjoy :)

Compilation of poems composed by me!

A person deeply in love. They can't describe them in words. here are some words that can be compared by them 🍂🕊~

just memories trapped in my head

Each day, many of us work hard all day dealing with work loads and deadlines. At the end of that work day, it is a great feeling to go home to your love one.

A collection of poems from a teenager battling social anxiety, depression, and teenage angst while navigating love on the road to self discovery and maturing. It's simply good fun. Well not all the time; sometimes it's about love. And heartbreak, and loneliness. And night skies as turtle doves. Trigger Content Warning ⚠︎︎ Sexual Trauma, Abuse, Suicide, etc.

I write so he knows. I write so they know. I write so I know. I writes so we understand. Original poems and essays by Leasia Rayona "Leray" Posey.

Here is another short poetry it's about self love. It's something that we all need to do we all need to love ourselves more than anyone and anything else.

Mental health and teenage love don't mix.

"Für kurze Zeit warst du mein Glück."