Freeverse Stories

A heart that has loved, lost, broken, healed - and still hopes. This is a collection of words I once hid inside my chest. Poems about love, ache, longing, healing, and everything in-between. If you feel too deeply, welcome home. 💌

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

A book of poems from an amature author

3 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 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. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── ⟪ 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)

Not Okay, But Writing Anyway is a raw, unfiltered poetry collection chronicling the emotional aftermath of my breakup. Written in real time, these poems reflect the heartache, confusion, longing, and slow healing that comes from losing not just a partner, but a best friend. If you've ever been left with more feelings than closure, this book might speak to you. This book is also a light memoir. Thank you for reading.

After the "lonely journey", it's time to discover a new chapter of life, this time digging how I perceive people, strangers, friends, and what feelings and thoughts they bring into my everyday life. The Sun is the shiny extrovert side of this collection, bold emotions and thoughts are brought in the daylight. Hope you enjoy this new journey with me ☀️

Textiles is a collection of the tangible--threads you can hold and turn in your hand. It explores gothic betrayal, dignity, history, and the ache found within uncovering truths. These objects carry beauty, but within their hidden seams lies the heart of this series.

This is a collection of poems about the quiet things people don't always see. About being the friend who is always there but never chosen. About looking in the mirror and not recognizing the person staring back. About heartbreak, anger, loneliness, and learning how to survive feelings that feel too heavy to carry. Some poems are soft. Some are angry. Some are honest in ways that might feel uncomfortable. But every poem is real. If you've ever felt invisible, misunderstood, or like you were meant for something more than the life you're living right now, these words might feel familiar.

A Existentialpoem

poems inspired by stray kids

Poetry is the easiest way of expression for some like me, not only experiences but feelings. This book is a set of poems about feelings, experiences and thoughs that linger in my mind day and night. There's letters too that will never reach the eyes of those who they're intended for, though some are just based on emotion. I write because I hope that someone comes across this and thinks "hey this is relatable". Some may resonate with experiences that awaken sacred fragments of memories, or some may just deeply impact. I write because that's the easiest way I can express any feelings. I write for fun, for love and for awareness on certain topics. All poems and letters are original by me :) Most aren't aimed at anyone specific, but just product of my imagination.

A collection of raw poetry from the quiet places people rarely speak about. Inside this chamber live thoughts about pain, silence, love, anger, and the emotions we hide from the world. Each poem is a key. Some unlock memories. Some unlock truth. And some might unlock a part of you that has been waiting to be heard. Welcome to the chamber.

voices, fragments, poems

to the only boy i'll ever love

This is my first collection of poems, just a small journey through laughter, tears, and vanishing figures. The pages hold scenes of connection and then - disappearance. I hope you will be left with something more than just a poem that you have read and then forgotten in a matter of seconds. I hope you will be left with something out of reach, like a ghost in a summer rain. Thank you and enjoy.

days go by and days come back, I sit on my roof as years pass by.

An everlasting collection of my abstract thoughts.

Not every wound bleeds. Some of them wake up with you every morning. Blooming Through the Ache is a collection of poems for those who learned how to survive before they ever learned how to live. These verses sit in the heaviness of ordinary days-the exhaustion that lingers after sleep, the dreams postponed by responsibility, the quiet ache of feeling detached from your own life. This book is not about healing overnight. It is about waking up anyway. About carrying pain without being consumed by it. About growing in places where light rarely reaches. Written for anyone who feels worn down, unseen, or stuck in a life that doesn't quite feel like theirs, these poems offer companionship rather than answers. A reminder that even in the deepest ache, something within you is still breathing, still resisting, still becoming. This is for the tired hearts. The silent fighters. The ones who blooms, even when it hurt.

I have missed national poetry month all the time cause I don't remember it. But not this time. It's a little late. But I still have time. I'll be either using prompts or just from my mind and music. Let's see how this goes! cover by me (image from pixabay)

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