Darkpoetry Stories

A Poetry Collection 🖤 This is my first time publishing something, and I'm excited to finally share a little piece of my thoughts with you. I'd genuinely love to hear your opinions, feedback, and comments, as they will help me learn, improve, and grow as a writer. That being said, I kindly ask that all feedback remain constructive and respectful. Criticism is always welcome and appreciated, but disrespect, personal attacks, slurs, or hateful comments toward my work-or toward anyone else in the comment section-will not be tolerated. Your support, encouragement, and honest feedback mean more than you know and will help me continue growing on this journey. I hope you enjoy this little window into my thoughts, and perhaps find something within it that resonates with you. Thank you so much for taking the time to read. 🤍 **Copyright © 2026. All rights reserved.**

A person deeply immersed in depression, trapped by constant negative thoughts about past failures and hurt caused to others. They feel isolated and unloved, struggling to express their immense pain and despair.

A shard is what remains after something breaks. Not a ruin - a fragment. Irregular, autonomous, complete in itself. Each poem in this collection is a shard: born from a passing image, a sound, a silence - caught before it vanished. No architecture. No continuity. Only the moment of fracture, held still. Silver the Hedgehog moves through each one. He does not explain them. He inhabits them.

Some feelings are too heavy to say out loud ,so l turned them into poetry. ✍🏽 For the broken,the healing ,the overthinkers ,the ones who loved too deeply and the ones still learning how to choose themselves.You aren't alone🫂 These are the words l couldn't say out loud . You're all loved❤️ --Tshego's ink

This is a collection of my previous 4 works. They have been combined together. So that it is easy for the reader to go through all of my work easily. I have also added a few new additions to these collections so far. This collection covers the following... 1) A Diary of my thoughts 2) Midday Blues 3) Fading Light? 4) Dawn & Dusk Please leave an upvote if you enjoyed, also I'm not a full-time poet, i only write to lighten up my feelings. My aim is to pour the rawness in my feelings into this collection. So, I apologize for any grammatical mistakes in advance. These words are my attempt to transfer the weight of my feelings, to give shape to the grief that has lingered within me for as long as I can remember. I seek nothing in return for these words. My only wish is for them to exist as a record of my being, a testament that I was here. Each word stands resilient against time, proving that while I am not defined by my grief, it has been a part of me. This book is a chronicle of my love and all the grief that has followed it through the years. Thank you.

A poem about a mother's internalized shame and subsequent overprotectiveness of her son, which ultimately ends up doing more harm than good.

I write best When I am either Falling in love Or falling apart - Ruly Francisco Most Impressive Rankings: 3. #darkpoetry 4. #sadpoems 6. #poembook 8. #poetrycollection 19. #poem

"Your mind lived in the darkness, but for those around, you shone." What happens to the words we leave unsaid? The Sharp Pierce of a Whisper captures the heavy, quiet spaces of the human experience. My poetry explores the invisible, heavy architecture of inherited trauma, grief, and the volatile landscape of mental illness. By mirroring human suffering against the raw elements of the natural world, my work seeks to articulate the emotions that are often too heavy, taboo, or terrifying to speak aloud. Moving through the deepest crescendos of the soul, this poetry collection transforms isolation into a profound testament of survival. Through vivid imagery of crashing seas and morning dew, this collection gently uncovers the reality of root-rot in the mind, the repetitive cycle of sorrow, and the comforting memories left behind by those we love. It is both an excavation of pain and a lifeline-a journey of filling a seemingly endless void with the power of the written word. Walk through the unlit days and find a field of familiar faces waiting for you in the pages.

The mind is never silent. Shadows coil, whisper, and grow claws in the dark. A poetry collection of obsession, need, and the parts of us that refuse to sleep.

The Sun can be many things. Uncaring to some, tyrannical to others, and liberating to a few. In this trilogy, the sun is a central character, viewed differently every time, but always the same.

A collection of visceral poetry Romance Yearning Pain Admiration. Love at the root.

Some things don't leave you. They become part of you. Despite Everything, Here I Am is a collection of poetry about love, grief, anxiety, heartbreak, anger, survival, and the pieces of ourselves we lose along the way. These poems weren't written from the other side of healing. They were written in the middle of it-in the moments when everything hurt, when nothing made sense, and when simply continuing felt like an act of defiance. This isn't a story about coming out untouched. It's about being changed by everything that tried to break you-and still being able to say: Despite everything, here I am.

what drew your attention to this book? was it the delicate red rose on the cover? ... or was it its thorns? yes, the rose is daintily alluring, but you will only notice the thorns once you take a closer look. i like to imagine my poetry as this thorned rose, my carefully arranged words as its delicate petals: its beauty seemingly pleasing from afar. however, once you take a closer look, you will gradually see the thorns: a deeper and darker meaning disguised behind enriched metaphors. looking at the rose, you would also notice how it is hand drawn, denoting the fact that my poetry might not be perfect. it is intentionally written with some incorrect grammar (for instance, how almost all words are in lowercase) to give a more raw feel in the sense of how one may write down in a personal diary. the name "the rose comes with thorns" is not only an embodiment of my poetry writing style, but also the meaning behind it. just like how everything beautiful comes with its own flaws... ...the rose shall come with its own thorns. 🥀THE ROSE COMES WITH THORNS a poetry book written by huma zafar. #1 in "poem" out of 206k stories (2/5/24) #18 in "poetry" out of 336k stories (1/6/24)

A book of rhymes , A group of poems poured out from the soul....

Words written from the heart about betrayal, heartbreak, and loss.

This is a short poem about being surrounded by people who refuse to see your pain. About the blindness that hurts the most - the one that is pretended.

A young man walks through a world washed clean by rain, leaving behind death wherever he goes. But when an old man tells him he has blood on his hands, a question begins to haunt him: If heaven is for the good and hell is for the wicked, then does a truly good person never sin? A dark poetic tale about sin, morality, death, and the blurred line between good and evil.

Some thoughts don't have answers, they just visit you at night. A poem about the thoughts that only come at 2 AM.

Jhon lives alone. Or at least, that is what he tells himself. He lives inside a tired, yellowed flat where the clock is forever trapped at midnight, seven dead flowers wait in a cracked glass, and cigarette smoke hangs in the rooms like something that refuses to leave. Every morning, Jhon gathers enough courage to imagine another life. A life outside. A life with people. Friends. Laughter. Perhaps even love. Every night, however, the same old ghosts return. Fear. Shame. Desire. Regret. Sadness. They know his name. They know his memories. And, more disturbingly, they seem to know what Jhon refuses to remember. There is a door in the flat. There are seven steps beyond it. There is a woman who appears whenever Jhon begins to believe he might finally escape. There is a pub called The Black Lantern. There are letters he does not remember writing. There are rooms that should not exist. And there is always tomorrow. Tomorrow, Jhon will leave. Tomorrow, Jhon will find someone. Tomorrow, Jhon will finally begin to live. But tomorrow has a peculiar habit of never arriving. Below the Surface is a dark collection of seven narrative fables about loneliness, shame, memory, longing and the strange architecture of the human mind. But beneath the poetry lies another story. A quieter one. A story hidden inside the numbers. Inside the doors. Inside the clock. Inside the things Jhon remembers incorrectly. Every chapter brings him closer to something he has spent years refusing to face. Perhaps the ghosts are haunting Jhon. Perhaps Jhon is haunting the ghosts. Perhaps the door has never been locked. Perhaps it was never a door at all. Seven chapters. Seven steps. Seven memories. And beneath everything Jhon believes he knows... something is waiting. Welcome below the surface.

I don't know about you but there's something cathartic about midnights and how everything you ignored during the day, all those thoughts, all those feelings you've bottled up inside start to flow in ways we don't expect. So here's nothing and all at once, my thoughts, my midnights are now yours too. So come with me, join me and share your midnights with me