Freeverse Stories

Hello, my dear readers. These poems are just pieces of what I feel- some soft, some heavy. I hope you find something in them that feels like your own. Thank you for being here.✌❤

An everlasting collection of my abstract thoughts.

🏆 THE AMBY AWARDS 2024 FAVORITE 🏆 Deep within the recesses of one's heart is a sanctuary, a special place where one can dwell without fear or despair. A collection of poems that speak from the heart, each page features the author's original art and photography. #1 in poems 2023/08/29 #1 in poetry 2023/06/28 #2 in poem 2023/09/21 #6 in free verse 2023/06/25 #6 in ballad 2023/06/24 #10 in rhyme 2023/05/29 #12 in dark poetry 2023/05/30 Cover Design by IrenicJ_stories

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐(𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑) Not every wound leaves a scar. Some stay hidden in silence, memories, and the words we never said. *POEMS THAT HURT* is a collection of short poems about heartbreak, loneliness, love, regret, growing up, and the quiet battles we fight within ourselves. If you've ever missed someone, lost something, or felt too much and said too little, these poems are for you.

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟗 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

Love means different things to different people. This collection is simply another way I see it. Some poems may remind you of someone. Some may remind you of yourself. Others may become a feeling you never knew you had. Whatever you find between these pages, I hope you see it... In another light. - AnonymousP-01

The Depths of Her Mind is a collection of emotions that were easier to write than to say. Some pages hold the weight of overthinking, some carry loss, yearning, fear, hope, or the quiet moments that are difficult to put into words. Every poem was written in a moment that needed somewhere to exist. There isn't just one story to follow, only honest pieces of a mind trying to understand itself, one poem at a time. If you've ever struggled to express what was happening inside you, perhaps you'll find a part of yourself within these pages. This is intended to be a safe place for every emotion, every thought, and everyone who has ever struggled to express what they carry inside. You are welcome here, without judgment.

This is a poem collection about the lives shaped by open country and the things that never quite leave it. These poems wander through cattle yards, rodeo arenas, weathered barns, drought-stricken fields, empty saddles, and kitchen tables where generations of hard-working people learned to love without always knowing how to say it. It is about cowboys and the women who wait for them, fathers whose voices remain in old barns, horses that carry more secrets than people ever could, ranches passed down and ranches lost, and the quiet grief that settles into the prairie alongside dust and rain. Because out West, not everything that gets buried is dead. Some things simply become part of the land.

How many shades could a single hue hold if everyone shared their perspective? My blue sky will never look quite the same as yours. I will share with you fragments of life as I see them, and you may leave behind a meaning of your own. Let us gather our perspectives and create a gradient of life together. I would love to-dare I say-see it from your perspective.

Every emotion has a hue. Every heart has a season. Shades of Life is a highly exclusive, limited collection of premium poetry exploring the rawest corners of the human experience. Celebrated poet Tumi Alaran strips away the noise of everyday life to capture the fleeting, quiet moments that define who we are. From the sharpest aches of grief to the softest glows of healing, step into a deliberate, carefully curated journey through the seasons of your heart. Experience the rawness. Feel every shade. Please note: This is the exclusive, authorized text for this project. This anthology is published solely under this verified profile. Accept no imitations.

These poems were never meant to follow one story. They came from rainy windows and quiet monsoons, from love that arrived softly and grief that arrived without warning, from friendships that stayed and ones that faded, from mountains and oceans and moons that asked for nothing back. This is a small collection of everything I felt but rarely said out loud - moments of stillness, quiet love, unspoken grief, the people who stayed and the ones who didn't, and the slow, uneven process of learning to put myself back on my own list. A few pieces from this collection live here on Wattpad. The complete book" The Way I Found Myself "is now available on Kindle. If even one of these poems makes you feel a little less alone, or a little more understood, then sharing them was worth it. 🤍

"Did you steal some jewels to make yourself shine?" ​We live in a world that praises the loud, the proud, and the strutting peacocks. But what happens when the noise dies down, the colors fade, and the truth is exposed? Echoes of humility is an unfiltered collection of free verse and spoken-word poetry exploring the battles we fight inside ourselves-the war between ego and authenticity, arrogance and grace, pride and humility. ​Step inside, leave your ego at the door, and discover what remains when the mask falls off. ​Status: Updating weekly Includes themes of: Self-reflection, moral growth, identity, and inner peace.

Your wallflower through times and seasons. Gleamed golden with an inside of crimson.

A collection about loving deeply, longing quietly, leaving fear behind, and finding meaning in the smallest traces we leave on one another.

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Echoes of the Unsaid is a collection of poems woven from silence, longing, nostalgia, grief, hope, and everything that lingers in between. Perhaps, somewhere within these pages, you'll find words for the feelings you never knew how to name.

-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.

List of poems

We all carry stories that shape who we become. This collection is my attempt to map the inner landscape of my soul, navigating the memories of my childhood, the growth of my teenage years, and the complexity of adulthood. My hope is that these words reach those who have lived in the shadows and the light, and offer a sense of understanding to anyone currently finding their way.

some things are easier to write than they are to say. so i write. i write about him. about myself. about the things i want, the things i lose, the things i pretend don't hurt. i write about love when it feels beautiful. about love when it feels ugly. about wanting someone so badly it scares me. about anger that doesn't know where to go. about the things i say, the things i don't, and everything that lives somewhere in between. some poems are love letters. some are confessions. some are apologies. some are resentment. some are anger i don't know where else to put. and some are just me trying to understand why loving someone can feel so much like losing myself. there are things in here i never say out loud. things i don't know how to explain without sounding crazy, dramatic, too emotional, too much. so they end up here instead. this isn't a story told after everything is over. it's me, in the middle of it. while it's happening. while I'm feeling it. while I'm still trying to figure out what the fuck any of it means. unfiltered. unfinished. still becoming. so if you're into that bullshit ironic fairytale everyone's read before, go ahead and find something else. this one is real. this one is unquestionably raw. and most importantly unapologetically me.