Sadpoem Stories

From a young age, I have wanted to become a writer. I used to be a good writer, I wrote everyday about anything I could dream of, and of the things that haunted my dreams. Then life got busy. School, a job, hanging out with friends and being a fiancé are time consuming things, so writing got pushed to the back burner. This is me trying to change that. It has been years since I have written anything, so in a moment of reflection I asked myself this, "Molly, you say you want to be a writer so badly, what are you REALLY doing to reach that goal?" Shamefully, I had to answer: nothing. I was doing nothing to reach my goal! So I came up with a small goal: Write a poem everyday for a year. It doesn't matter how well it is written or what it is about, as long as I'm writing, that is what counts. This goal is about helping me expand my creativity, while also improving my writing skills. Poetry is not my forte, I'm not good at writing it and I don't read much of it. So why poems? Easy, they can be about anything, are acceptable if they are short and don't take as much time as writing a book. My life is as busy as anyone's, but I want to reach my goal. Here are 365 poems that reflect what I am feeling, thinking, or experiencing on any given day. They won't be perfect, they'll probably be silly, but they will be real. In a world full of falsehoods, my goal is to be the honest, true version of myself. Who am I? Read along and help me find out. *Update, I haven't written everyday for a year, but I am still continuing to write what I feel. On this journey I've learning to that wrote something with true meaning, it must come from my soul. So while I'm not writing everyday, what I am writing is from my heart.

A series of poems from a socially distant person.

"an ode to a dream to save my life."

The thoughts that I see.

a phase of moving on.

It is a story of a girl who is in love with her friend (girl). It speak about a how one-side love feels?How she discovers her talent? How she become successful?What will happen in the end ? and How will she end with her loved one?I also like to mention that it is my first attempt of writing. Hope you like this :)

just a reflection of the hauntingly beautiful darkness inside of my mind. just like the blend of guns and roses.

Just a teen girl thoughts

Blue holds the ache of what once was, grey lingers in the space between hope and acceptance, and black sinks into the finality of loss. The rise and fall of a love that's faded, told through "colors of emotion".

4 AM, Let Me Sleep" is a raw and heartfelt poem about the pain of feeling ignored and emotionally drained in a relationship. It captures the cycle of hurt, silence, and self-doubt that often comes with unbalanced love. The poem reflects on the struggle of waiting for someone who continuously pushes away, the emotional toll of feeling unseen, and the realization that this cycle must end. With a tone of exhaustion and quiet resilience, it closes with the decision to let go, even if just for the night, in an attempt to find peace within oneself.

poetries of a lost boy expressing his experiences Ranging from feelings of joy to sadness vice versa and some thoughts

We were almost meeting halfway and had been waiting for this day, but what went wrong?

Florence, Amber, Jackson, and Edmund have been friends since childhood and spend a lot of time together. But as they grow older, Florence and Edmund's feelings begin to change and the former idyll is destroyed. As World War II looms, the four meet again after many years and nothing is as it once was. So much remains unsaid, and too many tears have been shed. Caught between an iron war, broken hearts, and endless longing, Edmund and Florence struggle through the difficult years.

A series of non-personal poems I've decided to share with the world. If you're sensitive to any content, make sure to check the tags, though I'm not confident I've tagged every potential trigger. Regardless, I'll provide content warnings at the start of each chapter/poem, but not in the titles.

Dahlia is the Flower of dignity. The flower of Pride and never Giving up. So when you Give me a dahlia (My favorite flower) Know that you Give me power. And when you Next try to disgrace, to disrespect to silence me. I am going to Fight back with The power You gave me, The power Of dignity.

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