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I really enjoy writing and I have been writing poems for a while, I'm finally gaining the confidence to share them, some are extremely personal to me and discuss some topics that may make people uncomfortable so please check the tws. Most of them are genuine, and a few are dramatized and/ or are made up completely. It's up to the reader to figure out which are which. That's the beauty of interpretation. The ones that use quotes or I said that whoever said a certain thing are one hundred percent real, I could provide screenshots to prove them. Anyway, even though most of these are genuine and come from me, if you want me to write about something specific, I can definitely try just lmk! Best Ranks #2 In Poem #3 in poetry/poembook

A world of poems captured in a single book, written by a girl who played every role: the academic achiever, the loyal friend, the eldest daughter, and more. She was always the one chosen for the top rank, yet she was never the one chosen by love. This collection is a bridge across the years, composed of verses that trace a haunting evolution where the innocent wonders of childhood slowly sharpen into the cold realizations of the real world. Yours truly, RosePoet (Note: These entries are not arranged in chronological order; however, I have included dates to serve as a guide to navigate the journey through time.) Pinterest: Littlemisstaromilktea

These are the letters, I wrote beneath the moonlight, the words I never dared to send, to the one who will never read them. But still, I write. I bleed. I remember.

🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝟷𝟶 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟷 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛-𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 @𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢. 🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. What began as a chessboard became a garden-of grief and laughter, faith and forgetting. Of fathers who never sat on thrones. Of men holding the wrong flowers on blind dates. Of a lab explosion and a Marble Queen shaking her head. Across eleven poetic forms-𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚, 𝐤𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝟑❃ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 is not one story but thirty windows into the same human heart. Some open onto darkness. Some onto dawn. Some onto beauty you didn't know you were allowed to name. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. For readers who recognize themselves in the specific, the restrained, and the resolutely alive. 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐨 🌸2026🌸 🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸

a stack of envelopes tied together with string.

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.✌❤

A collection of poems I've written dating from now to when I was in high school.

Sometimes, love doesn't knock on the door when you're searching for it. It quietly finds you when you're busy becoming the person you were meant to be. Until then... Grow. Smile. Believe.

This poetry book describes the ebbs and flows of love and heartbreak; the two need each other to coexist. The poems, although inspired by lovers, are really just about me. Me going through ego, facing rejection, dealing with not being picked or prioritized, and still learning to be loving to myself the same. Always want a bitch I can't have.

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. 🤍

a poem

Writing has always been my thing-my quiet escape and my loud confession. Here I share my creations: the raw pieces of a mind that never stops thinking and a heart that never stops feeling. Welcome to my world of ink and impulse. This collection of poetry and prose is for those of us who feel we've lost our connections. For those who sometimes feel a little less than human because of it, yet somehow feel all the emotions in the world at once. 🖤

idk just thought it would be nice

After the Quiet is a collection of 20 poems about love in all its forms. The excitement of new beginnings. The comfort of being understood. The misunderstandings that pull people apart. The heartbreak of goodbye. And the quiet hope that love, whether with another person or yourself, is always worth believing in.

This is a love story written in starlight and ordinary mornings a universe built by two people who kept choosing each other, even when the sky cracked. Across decades of storms, silences, vows, and small miracles, one truth remains: Chrissy is the gravity that steadied his orbit. The compass in his chaos. The quiet dawn after every long night. These poems trace the arc of a life shaped by devotion from the first spark that drew them together, to the vows that remade their world, to the tender, everyday moments that became their mythology. Here, love is not fate. It is a choice made again and again. A soft, enduring force that outshines galaxies. For readers who crave cosmic romance, soul‑deep connection, and poetry that feels like a heartbeat in the dark step into the sky they built together.

​The birth of this collection was inspired by the woman that I love the most. What she requested was a love letter but she deserved so much more than that hence I got the idea of writing her a bouquet of poetry. ​Before the last Bloom focuses on how our love grew and ended because of my impatience and lack of understanding. It captures my emotions throughout our story so it will consist of typographical errors. Fully aware of my actions and taking accountability for them, this is my way of leaving a mark of our love. I love you N.P and I will always cling onto the hopes of ending our story the way we always wanted.

Love is not always grand gestures and perfect endings. Sometimes it's a lingering glance, a late-night conversation, a memory that refuses to fade, or a heart learning how to love and be loved. The Poems of Us is a collection of poems woven from moments of affection, longing, joy, vulnerability, and devotion. Whether you've found your person, lost them, or are still searching, may these words remind you of the many ways love leaves its mark on our hearts.

She loved him with a faith that believed even the darkest hearts could be healed. He wanted her with a fitoor so fierce it blurred the line between love and possession. His obsession was dangerous-born of wounds, rage, and a past he never confessed to God. Her ishq was quiet, patient, and unwavering-rooted in prayer, not fear. When his love threatens to destroy them both, she refuses to become his sin. And for the first time, he is forced to choose: hold onto his obsession... or surrender it at the feet of grace. Because some loves don't end in ruin- they end in redemption, forgiveness, and a promise kept under heaven. ________________________________________________________ It's a Desi Christian Romance. I hope u guys like it. Please give it a try!

These are the poems that I have written down

A collecting of poetry. Mainly love and loss. If you like my personal poetry collection, then check out my on-going new poetry collection: "Blossom" (https://www.wattpad.com/story/212586421?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_story_details&wp_uname=Theodore1999&wp_originator=jh%2FKhO2mtYl7hfOAgvuUdAIfVZcNfgAobHT64DvrSmzk04Rz1ZN%2BN0UWzGCgq9hlWMqfHz185fWWZdTT08wIx15JyeX%2FFCazDbS8okpI4HixYG3KLP810HW9k61Y01lZ) Hope you enjoy, xo the author. - Completed book -