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If you find a piece of yourself in these words, I hope it brings you comfort, or at least reminds you that you're not alone.

"For the hearts that feel too much, too often, too deeply. These poems are for you" This is a collection of feelings that you all might be bearing. I just want to be someone who understands you.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ📚 So... after being bullied-I mean, motivated-by my beloved pixies, author-nim finally dumped her entire library into the wild. Here's everything. The completed ones. The ongoing ones. The abandoned-in-a-corner ones. The ones that probably need therapy. Basically, the books escaped the drafts folder and are now your problem. Welcome to the library. Please don't ask when the next update is. 😭

Description Some people enter our lives to stay, while others come only for a while-yet somehow, both can leave an unforgettable mark on our hearts. This poem is about those two kinds of connections, the emotions they bring, and how sometimes we only understand their importance after experiencing their presence and absence. About the Author I, Lavanya Y. Rao, wrote this poem because lately, I have also gone through some of these emotions. And when you experience them yourself, you begin to understand the importance of both kinds of people in your life-the ones who stay and the ones who were only meant to be there for a while. If this poem touched something in you, please do **Vote and Comment**. Your support means everything to me. 🤍

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a collection of moments i couldn't say out loud. poems about her smile, her warmth, her absence and everything she never knew she meant to me. these are the words i wrote for her, the ones that stayed even when she didn't.

Sonnets of the Heart is a collection of verses woven from love, loss, hope, and wonder. Each sonnet captures a fleeting emotion, a cherished memory, or a whispered dream, transforming ordinary moments into timeless poetry. Through rhyme and rhythm, this collection invites readers to journey through the depths of the human soul, one sonnet at a time.

Before I Name It: The Art of Observation What if we observed before we judged? What if, before calling someone hateful, foolish, hypocritical, strange, or wrong, we simply allowed ourselves to see them? Before I Name It: The Art of Observation is a collection of thoughts, observations, questions, and philosophies born from everyday life. It is not a book that claims to have all the answers. It is a record of a mind that keeps noticing, questioning, reflecting, and sometimes changing its own perspective. From religion and belief to human behaviour, morality, creativity, identity, disagreement, and the strange contradictions of being human, these pages explore one simple idea: Observe the world without labels. And when the observation turns inward, observe yourself with the same honesty. Because perhaps understanding does not always begin with knowing. Perhaps it begins with looking.

Chasing a past filled with secrets, she searches for the truth. But her heart holds a connection that the world can never know.

🖤Disclaimer: This poetry collection is about sexual desire of a woman for a man that keeps appearing in her dreams. So some poems may contain some explicity, sensual words, etc. . . . . He once appeared in my dream... Then he appeared for the second time... He appeared again in my dream. Is he trying to say something? That is an answer I cannot find. It happened again this week, like it always does. Is he trying to tell me that he is mine? - EVA

This poem is about childhood nostalgia

🥷💥A ninja in the modern world struggles to find his place, leading to a darkly humorous and violent quest for purpose in a society that doesn't need him. When ancient skills clash with modern jobs, chaos ensues. 🥷💥

Do you have a quote from your story that you'd love to share with the world? You have come to the right place. Starting every Friday, we will publish one quote from your story. The quote can be a maximum of two lines and up to four lines for poetry. Read more to find out! Cover made by the wonderfully talented Deanna :)

A quiet genius, a red haired girl. It's not a love story, it's what love does when we don't say.

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 🖤🤍

sehnsucht [ˈzeːnˌzʊxt] 𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏, 𝑮𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 a deep, bittersweet longing for something distant, unattainable, or unknown. a collection of things that linger too long when they shouldn't. they are dark, they are sweet, they are bad and good, pieces of the scattered thoughts that never get forgotten. {updates on every friday; well trying to :)}

I, Lavanya Y. Rao, have just started writing, and this poem is something very close to me. It is inspired by what I have seen from my own window-the workers I watched every morning, their quiet lives, and the thoughts that stayed with me as I watched them work. Sometimes we see people every day without ever knowing their stories. This poem is my small attempt to turn that experience into words. I hope you will read it, and if you like it, please vote and leave a comment. Your support would mean a lot to me as I begin my journey as a writer. ❤️

When the Sixteenth Dawn rises over Ravenmoor, the ward‑stones breathe-and Elara Veyne hears a second heartbeat under her own. A prophecy carved in blood binds hunter and Sovereign, law and desire, past and the girl who refuses to be chosen. As blackouts ripple through town and old ruins begin to exhale, Elara follows a trail of torn pages and waking stones to a truth buried beneath red snow: mercy can be a blade, and some doors only open for blood freely given. To save the people she loves, she must face the thing the wards were built to hide-an ancient gate that remembers her name, and a boy with silver‑violet eyes who is either her ruin or her way through the dark.

He said he loved me. So why did I feel like I was disappearing? A poem about control disguised as love, and the quiet moment you realise you were never meant to belong to anyone.