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──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 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)

For the painfully aware. For the people who escape within words and stories and fiction. To those who cry themselves to sleep. For all of the empty promises and hours spent in solitude. I hear you-I am you. It gets better. You only ever enjoy the sunshine, after all you've felt was rain. Life is a series of moments. So, thank you for spending yours with my words. To those who find pieces of themselves in my poems, thank you. your presence here means everything ♡ •A Baroque Collapse collection•

come delve into my world it's love it's darkness it's light it's shadiness let me take you on an adventure let me unfasten your heart despite the hardship despite the pain let me hold your hand let's embark on my ship the heart couldn't be truer instinct is your compass let me show you the world let me discover your heart come ## I'm not poetic in any way, so this is just a collection of free-verses I thought is worth sharing. Cover by @TheTigerWriter

just a collection of poems cuz we <3 poems. NO AI TOOL HAS BEEN USED IN THIS POEM BOOK

What do you do with a truth that has no voice? Smeraldo explores the fragile boundary between memory and numbness. In this collection of prose poetry, the questions don't demand answers, and the pain doesn't move. There are no grand resolutions here-only the quiet, heavy reality of the things we bury in order to survive. A deeply personal, confessional journey through the thoughts whispered only in the dark, capturing the heavy weight of a silence that refuses to lift.

Content: - Poems (P) - Free verses (FV) - Haikus (H) - Songs (S) Backstories will be provided for each piece.

Poetry.

An honest autopsy of pride, regret, and the truths left behind when love could no longer carry it all.

If only there was a way for us to still be on the same wavelength. Free-Verse Poem. - Written for The Shortys 2026! Prompt Inspo: Write about a person you remember perfectly, but who no longer remembers you.

A Collection of Poetry; written by someone who's still figuring it all out. [All Rights Reserved. This work was made without AI and may not be used to train AI. Cover art is also mine]

Some wounds arrive like storms. Others settle so quietly they become part of the landscape. *Where You Can See* is a collection of poetry about surviving emotional abuse, learning to recognize yourself after loss, and discovering that healing is rarely a straight path. Through imagery of rivers, mirrors, burial sites, static, and light, these poems explore love, grief, memory, identity, and the fragile courage it takes to choose yourself again. This is not a story about perfect endings. It is about the moments that happen before them. The nights when silence feels louder than words. The mornings when hope returns unnoticed. The slow realization that what once felt like home may have only been survival. For anyone who has ever wondered who they were after heartbreak, this collection is an invitation to look again. Sometimes the hardest thing to find isn't love. It's the place where you can finally see yourself.

An exploration of mortality, isolation, and the weight of unspoken thoughts. A collection of short, free-verse poems collected over the years, capturing the corners of the human mind.

Oh lover! (It was a love story, obviously)

Some things are easier to write than they are to say. A collection of poems about growing up, letting go, feeling too much, and trying to make sense of everything in between. For the things I never said out loud.

Between Longing and Forgetting is a collection of poems about memory, love, survival, identity, waiting, and change. Written across different seasons of life, these poems wander through longing, reflection, hope, and the spaces in between. - Z. 🌿

My entry - a short story and a few poems - for the Shortys. Last year, my entries were bound by a lighthouse theme. This year, my theme is the darker side of love.

A collection of poems about love, loss, identity, and the slow process of returning home to yourself.

To unspoken words and thoughts that are finally free

Out and about, yet never found. *Original work. Do not steal, copy or translate. Cover art found online; all art rights belong to the creator.

🖤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