Freestylepoetry Stories

Free style poetry... I don't usually write poetry so this is interesting.

a collection of miscellaneous writing. -poems -short stories -fanfiction -quotes -random writing that i wrote to practice -anything really

Another late night kick of inspiration. I'm going for uplifting, let me know your thoughts. A poem about going through life.

my first real attempt at writing, freestyle poetry. intended to help people.

Poems inspired by the "Scared to Death" podcast, ghost stories I've heard, and my own experiences. Note: Any of these snippets can be used for longer stories, as long as credit is given. Thanks.

Hey guys! I hope you all are doing good. This diary contain poems written by me . As a teenager my mood keeps changing so there is no specific style of writing. I have just start my journey of writing and it would be very helpful if any of you would correct my mistake and suggest me how to improve my writing skills. English is not my first language so there might be errors. Lastly, please don't expect me to post regularly as it's not possible for me. Thank you to everyone who will give their precious time to read my writings🩵💙 Special thanks to those wonderful people who help me in my journey of writing: (@Iamjustasapien) for making my book's cover and helping me a lot. (@ScreenwriterofTales )for promoting my book. Make sure to check out their channel. Description: I don't own any photo. All rights are reserved to respected owners.

There really is no rhyme or reason to this collection of poems I have written. I'm new to poetry and want to learn all I can in how to improve. Criticism and tips are always welcome!

Mostly poems, journal entries, some visual art. Just a place to put my current headspace into words-clumsily perhaps, but all the same. Updates whenever I feel like it, but when I update it will probably be in chunks (I'll post a couple parts at the same time). Enjoy. Or don't, I'm not in control. Eat my ass or hate my guts. It's whatever.

Old poetry from Grammar school.

Do we want to escape the realities of our lives if there were only pleasure and happiness, not horrendous lies? Some say an abundance of darkness is what makes us appreciate a trickle of light. There was meant to be a balance not a pit of chaos in this world of ours. This is the collection of my internal conflicts, the thoughts that overpowered me with the darkest hour where the monsters chased, destroyed and ruined me to the edge of insanity. Fourteen year old me was scared and misunderstood. But eventually, I found my voice in form of words that understood and made me the way I am today. A strong person who can fend off those monsters with blood tinted swords. No more fearful To all the people out there, I acknowledge your presence and understand your feelings. You are surviving the horrors of life. But one day I promise you, It will be all worth it in the end if you believe in yourself.

"in this world, i am as solid as silence." ☆☆☆☆☆☆ this is my second poem collection on here, so if you like these, check out still, none the wiser!!

I could write a million poems, about this stranger, with deep blue eyes, often messy hair, A tall figure, and an expressionless face. I could write, But I'm afraid to. Because it feels like if I start, It'll take forever to stop. *A poetry collection of eyes and silent stares, written at the late hours sometimes, when all is quiet, or at the beautiful evenings, just before sunset, with noises all around me. *Cover by @Hamna20 *All rights reserved.

Freestyle poetry

short, reflective poem

When a loved one is beside us and there's nothing we can do but spend as much time with them as we can. A poem inspired by late night pondering and remembering. A precious moment came to mind and I felt the need to write. Highest Rankings: #3 in freestylepoetry #5 in sadmemories #12 in istillloveyou #23 in restinpeace #50 in sadmoments, #68 in lullaby, #70 in missingsomeone #192 in shortpoem, #553 in sadpoems, #690 in memory

The losses of loving so hard, captured in 77 words. yours, xj.

A trip in the night.

Because just having a lot of poetry is never enough. Twi·light /ˈtwīˌlīt/ noun: (That magical hour:) The soft glowing light from the sky when the sun is below the horizon, caused by the refraction and scattering of the sun's rays from the atmosphere. (Completed)

i grieve for memories, mostly. ☆☆☆☆ these poems are messy attempts to decipher my feelings about messy things. (also I love criticism, plz be mean <3)