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❛❛ We carry galaxies in our mouths, but most of the stars are already dead . . . ❜❜ This is a collection for the muted ghosts living inside our heads. Every poem digs into the dark corners of thought, love, loss, and the little betrayals we carry every day. Grim, reflective, and unafraid to stare into the void, these words linger long after you close the page. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

this is a collection of poems and stories that wear their warning colors proudly. In nature aposematism is a signal, bright, beautiful, and toxic. Approach with caution. These poems do the same. This series of poems moves through grief like smoke and love like something you were never supposed to survive. It speaks from the soft underbelly of mental illness, spiritual awakening, obsession, dissociation, devotion, and the aching need to be understood without being consumed. Here, healing is not sanitized. The self fractures, reforms, and fractures again. Each poem is both an offering and boundary, an altar built from confession, myth, neuroscience, and soul deep intuition. This is not a guidebook. It is not a cure. It is a signal flare for anyone who has ever been told they were too much, too intense, too sensitive, or too strange. Read gently. Read honestly. Do not consume what is meant to be witnessed. DISCLAIMER: I have uploaded AI generated images as placeholders until i create some original art to go with my pieces, thank you 🖤🤍

A poetry collection inspired by the Versification prompts on the @Poetry profile.

i turn feelings into words and call it poetry

Some Poems From My New Book "Echoes Of Whispers"

It's all about the poems written by me Most impressive rankings, Wattpad poetry #1 Soulsurfer. #1 Cryoatic #2

"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.

-Your heart is more than atria and ventricles- Though anatomically same, Every heart is intimately different- Each singing a novel song A book where such songs ar decoded And stories are told in verses~ . . . [Round 2 Ambys qualified] Cover and every other design: Subhankiindia

A collection of poems about devotion, distortion, and the quiet violence of staying too long. These pieces trace the shape of a girl who learns to soften herself into something loveable-only to realise she has given too much away. Through images of blades, smoke, and flickering memory, the poems move between longing and resistance, capturing what it means to hold onto something that hurts, even when you know you shouldn't. This is not a story of love. It's a story of what lingers after.

❛❛ To be known is to be devoured gently . . . ❜❜ A body of prose and poetry where longing, ruin, and divinity collide into one another. These pages trace the surrender of names, of selves, to forces both intimate and unknowable. This is a witness to becoming-through loss, through beauty, through the violence of being seen. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

❛❛ He tells her the world will break anyone who dares to hope, and she laughs, refusing to listen. She moves forward no matter what he says, and he finds himself following, even when he does not want to. He thought he had lost all care, but with her, he begins to remember what it feels like to protect, to fight, and to feel alive . . . ❜❜ Galateya keeps running through a world that never stops, where danger waits at every turn. Shelomoh has seen hope die before, and he does not believe anyone can survive this chaos. When she nearly dies, he saves her, and together they face monsters, floods, and the endless chase. She is fearless and determined, and he is bitter but protective. In a place that devours everything, their bond might be the only thing that keeps them alive. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

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A collection of interviews with selected poets.

Her soul written in poem🍃

Poems written by Allison Green. This is a collection of my poems. Pieces of my soul on paper.

A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind. "Sometimes the quietest night holds the loudest heartbreak." Am I Going Crazy? is a poetic journey through love, late-night nostalgia, and the art of healing. These are words for the broken, the lovers, and the dreamers. Maybe you'll see a part of yourself in them too.

Juno. she is the summer in a thousand and thirty four ways. she aimed for the sun, because it felt just right. but she went too close, it scorched her skin with sweet warmth. And it made her stomach burn with honey, bees tickling and buzzing like the heat of summer. as the moirai weaved, she gets her heart wounded by the sun, she was just another girl for him. Juno was so close, she melted down into a puddle. Apollo's wrath is enough to burn entire skies in scorching, liquid lakes of ambrosia. see the victims of his gaze, falling down like icarus twds the grounds. Read the hymns narrated by the ifrit of the gardens, apollo's pursuit. [lowercase intended]

A poetry collection of verses pulled from the in-between places of a teen who speaks in silence, where every emotion turns a darker shade of blue.

Ash falls. Hearts ache. Nothing blooms. In this haunting collection, love turns crimson, memories burn, and the body becomes a cage for everything left unsaid. These poems explore loss, longing, and the quiet devastation of feeling too much-until there's nothing left at all.

In the hope of being liberated from inherited patterns that the brain refuses to swallow 🌼