Sadpoems Stories

A poetry book covering topics like mental health, daily life, spirituality, lgbtq identities and the typical experiences of a teenager. The last sections or "dictionary poetry" are a collection in which the poems are inspired by words from the dictionary. I wrote this book during a time of trying to explore different viewpoints and life in general. I choose the title "the colors of spring and winter" because at this time in my life I felt like I was not able to commit to things, and this title represents sticking to something I feel proud of.

Midnight Poems is a collection of raw, haunting thoughts-written in the quiet hours when sleep won't come and the dark feels a little too honest. These aren't your typical love poems. They're messy, aching, and sometimes a bit twisted. If you've ever stayed up too late thinking about everything and nothing, this book is for you.

Not all wars are loud. Some unfold in silence; within thoughts, within memories, within the spaces we never speak of. A Thousand Quiet Wars is a collection of poems that traces the unseen conflicts of existence: the tension between who we are and who we are expected to be, between what we feel and what we hide. Each piece holds a moment of resistance, a fracture, or a fleeting understanding, small battles that shape us in ways the world rarely notices. These poems do not seek resolution. ___________________________________________ They sit with the chaos, the quiet, and everything in between where the loudest wars are the ones no one hears. The poetry of my heart, a retry at my earlier and first collection. A retry at many things, many wars inside myself. The days have been hard. The days weren't ever hard before I feel, when I have to talk myself through every single smile and "happy" meal. A Poetry Collection of a thousand wars... a thousand deaths and a thousand times of trying again. I hope you give my poetry a try! ____________________________________________ The days have been wars lately, quite the time to die. The battles have left invisible scars, hurts me, as away I fly. The people are too happy these days, too much for me to survive a short hello, and a shorter goodbye. _____________________________________________ The Old Widow grieves the mystery of an unlived history. -From The Old Widow Memories have left lesions in their stead. -From Bane How can you ever find those eyes and eat away your bread? -From Lads of The Moors ______________________________________________

❛❛ 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 .ᐟ ❜❜ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 cherie publishes her silly poems because that's life, my dear. cover by the talented miss @ swannluvr !

A collection of poems about different things

collection of creative expressions of vulnerability.

"this red thread woven in the vulnerable. | are we dull and palpable like you sought? | such impressible hearts that seek | another joyful memory | but let's just pretend, | that the conclusion is miles away. | swan songs and tidings, | are not what the world invites | but this heart yearns for so | and for a moment | the light shone and all bask in it | even beneath this raw flesh." song inspo: no choir by Florence & The Machine. It's seen 3 years and I am so excited to bring you another around of my short but interesting poetry. and I'm so happy. As usual feel free to Interpret these poems however. While listing to the inspiration songs and I'll make a full playlist of all songs this time. cover by me.

A collection of poems. None of these will be happy. I only write sad and dark themed poems. Requests are open for poems you would want me to write.

She had everything people dream of - a warm home filled with love, a family that never let her feel alone, and a heart full of stories waiting to be written. Becoming a writer wasn't just her dream... it was her way of breathing. But life doesn't always follow the stories we imagine. The person she trusted the most - her best friend - became the very reason her world shattered. Secrets turned into betrayal, and laughter turned into silence. And just when she thought love would heal her, it broke her even deeper. He promised forever. He promised truth. But in the end, his words were nothing more than beautiful lies. Now, with a pen in her trembling hands and a heart full of unspoken pain, she begins to write again - not fairy tales, but the kind of story that hurts to read... because it's real. This is not a story about love. This is a story about losing it, surviving it, and learning how to live after everything you believed in falls apart.

In the deepest, quiet dark, I found these poems, soft words stitched together to soothe the loneliness resting inside my heart. -MiaElsher

Poems from a 21 year old girl just trying to find herself in a world too big to wrap her head around.

These are some of my sad thoughts turned into poems.

A place where I can escape and let my feelings loose. I've decided to create a collection of poems, which may be short or long. Depending on how I feel about the topic. Topics are going to be sporadic and all over the place. When I say, "anything and everything," I mean that literally. If you have anything interesting that you may want to see in the format of a poem, leave it in the comments, and I will do my best to do the research and write it in a poem. If it is not to your liking, sorry. Please enjoy!

As I write this, I'm sitting at my corner desk. A warm light and a hazy but cozy music repeats itself. In a frantic that I might not be able to remember verses that make you, I jot this down. Ultimately, I want my thoughts of you to be tucked away somewhere far, somewhere safe. Like a dusty old book at the top shelf in a lonely library. I know you'll be out there somewhere, and when I long for you, I'll reach out to this, these verses that poured out of me, for you. I'm no poet. I'm no artist. But from my depths, you, you alone pulled out these words. I've left mistakes uncorrected, verses raw, for in this plentiful universe, only you remain flawless. Words that hurt. Words that healed. Words that filled.

This is a story of collected poems that I have written over time. There are some pretty dark stuff in here, but not all of it is like that! I invite you to read this story to know how much of a twisted mind I have. NOTE: I am currently in school so I won't be able to publish daily and I apologize for that! English is not my first language so this might have some errors but English is the language that I chose to express myself. Thank you all for your support, I'm so glad I joined this community 💫 WARNING: most of these poems contain themes of depression, self harm and anxiety. Please be aware of that! Thai you!

The Poet of Cruelty is a collection of poetic works that explore the hidden emotional weight inside everyday moments. It reveals how ordinary experiences can hold both joy and pain at the same time, often within the same breath. Through vivid imagery and reflective free verse, the book captures the beauty of small things-taste, memory, silence, and longing-while also uncovering the quiet sadness that comes when those moments begin to fade. It focuses on the fragile nature of happiness, the inevitability of endings, and the human tendency to keep searching even after fulfillment has passed. Each poem invites the reader to slow down and feel deeply, transforming simple experiences into emotional landscapes filled with wonder, reflection, and truth. At its core, The Poet of Cruelty is about what it means to feel fully alive in a world where nothing stays the same-and how even loss can leave behind something meaningful enough to remember.

Fragments of feelings and experiences. Fleeting moments and late night thoughts. Just collecting my poems (I'm a new writer i'm scared).

A poem I wrote while sitting at the creek looking at a sunset. Hope you guys enjoy!!

These are the words I never said out loud. Letters I'll never send. Feelings I don't know how to explain. I write like I'm okay, But between the lines, You'll find everything I couldn't say. This book is a collection of pain, love, and everything in between. If you've ever felt too much, or not enough at the same time, This is for you.

-My own poems -Food for the soul -Challenge the norms, Break the system, Face reality -(unfinished)