histórias de Shortpoetry

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

Poetry is the easiest way of expression for some like me, not only experiences but feelings. This book is a set of poems about feelings, experiences and thoughs that linger in my mind day and night. There's letters too that will never reach the eyes of those who they're intended for, though some are just based on emotion. I write because I hope that someone comes across this and thinks "hey this is relatable". Some may resonate with experiences that awaken sacred fragments of memories, or some may just deeply impact. I write because that's the easiest way I can express any feelings. I write for fun, for love and for awareness on certain topics. All poems and letters are original by me :) Most aren't aimed at anyone specific, but just product of my imagination.

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

When the mist subsided, your eyes found me again.

I have folded my wings so you may fly.

I'd weather every storm just to guard you.

Through snow I move, but with you the world becomes an ocean to surf together.

poems.

Poetry Collection // Upon the Stars We See is a deeply personal and politically charged chapbook that weaves together haiku, prose poems, and spoken word to explore the intersections of Indigenous identity, environmental grief, and the quiet violence of modern existence. Through minimalism and lyrical force, it constructs a celestial mirror-reflecting not only the realities of colonization and capitalism, but also the resilience, memory, and inherited strength of those who live through them.

Just a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it

🖤 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 by itsjustAmrit ❝ 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ❞ Broken Pages is a collection carved from silence- 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. These aren't love poems. They're post-mortems. Grief sleeps between the lines. Heartbreak drips from metaphors. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 - "You're not alone in the dark." If you've ever smiled while shattering... If your silence ever screamed... 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. In the ash. In the aftermath. In the poetry only pain can write.

2025ကုန်ဆုံးတော့မယ်၊ကိုယ့်ခံစားချက်တွေဟာလဲပုံမှန်ဖြစ်လာသလိုအရာရာဟာလည်းအသား ကျလာတော့ 13 နှစ်နီးပါးအဲ့ဒီလူနဲ့ပတ်သက်တဲ့ခံစားချက်တွေကိုစာလေးရေးချင်လာတယ်။ The beginning, Love, Sex, Disheartened, Resentment & Hatredဆိုပြီးmy confessions ပေါ့လေ ခေါင်းစဉ်လေးတွေခွဲပြီးအမှတ်တရရေးပါအုန်းမယ်။

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.

Sunset comes and goes but I remain next to you.

just thoughts, right?

I will stand beside you as the evidence that you were never imagined, you were always inevitable.

❝Like the waves reaching out for shore every time he reached out she could see her not being as she was before. . . . ❞ In which both Fall and Summer fell in love with each other yet couldn't be together

This simply contains the poems I've written since 2020. I've decided to publish it just to continue on picking up the pen day by day. Time is running low for me to waste. Note: Please do not copy or share my works without credit and permission. Thank you.

Puno ng kaechossan ko sa buhay at mga kadramahan sa tuwina.

" lay your soul bare, the sun kisses glitters so you can grow flowers "