Poemporn Stories

A collection of poetry from my cluttered mind

these aren't about how i speak in languages of love not about how i sprawl and just type things in my mind who couldn't help to stop the noise i'll do it all in the name of myself and nothing but to stand individualism and that people who tend to feel that they're alone are way stronger than their mind -that ruthless, black, great unknown i am here to prepare and let myself go unto that great unknown, and as if fly with a pair of broken wings is a must, i'll crawl myself with these wrecked, bruised hands to just feel the reality of writing poems. to write something that came straight out from pain, nothing but a pure, delicate, ethereal wounds of mine. -marveliszt

all my poems combined into one little book

A collection of poems that I believe are the essence of me and my truth. It encapsulates my love, my thoughts and so essentially they are the pieces of me. I hope you find them soulful just as I do.

Featured in @WattpadPoetry's Reading List! 😍 Nux Poemica is a collection of 30 poems I wrote during NaPoWriMo 2021. 🌻 Cover design by @GraceSClarke

tangina, masakit. /poems, me, poems/

We all wanna be someone to somebody. We all want to have somebody. What if that somebody comes in an unexpected way? Forever sincerely yours, Your Somebody.

My unresolved mind spitting words every now and then💛 Thanks for choosing to drop by. People write because of many reasons.. To forget something To remember something To let go To not let go To experience something they couldn't do so in real world To treasure a moment in the petals of words forever. My reason for writing is to live I write every one of my struggle and juggle here I write to give answers to all those questions this society never actually asked me but silently wanted to I write to give my response to all those judgements I have received and been receiving everyday I write to fight against patriarchy and explain what actual feminism is I write as to why a child shouldn't be molded into the vase of societal expectations I write to show you all how it feels to be pressurised to do something you never wanted to I write to tell you how I love I write to also tell you how you deserve to be loved I write to calm my nerves and also to feel something other than numbness I write coz I don't know anything better to do than this🦋 I don't know if any of you will read these poems or not. I also don't know if it will make sense to any one of you. But if even any one of you can relate to what I write..and if it puts a smile on your face..that will make my day. Yours Crazy soul #6-poemsporn #112-poetrycontest

A poetry of daily life.

A collection of poetry pieces made by a heart longing for his enthrallment.

These Words Are About You is a collection of my original Haikus about her. Love Bites , Love Bleeds no matter how much the Lover Hurts and Pleads .

Poem

𝐴 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 :𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒. Life is a labyrinth full of intricate passageways, blind alleys, and mazes that are extremely complex. We are walking every day on a winding path or course, wearing a blindfold where we cannot see where we are going. We are just running because time is, so we must, too. There were times we thought we had a desired destination to which we strive to reach no matter how tough the roads are, but sometimes we felt lost or we just don't have a specific goal yet. Either way, we wander aimlessly without an urgent destination. Mirror Meandering: Disintegrated Lines is a collection of poems I wrote about wandering. This was based on my personal experiences, which I interpreted and turned into a poem that I hoped could resonate with the readers, be loved by them, and inspire them in life or in writing a poem or their personal story, too, in the medium they love. So come on, let's explore and be lost together.

the truth is that, i painted the sky, drew two wings, thought i could fly, but when he came by, although for a time- he taught me; the sky could be pink, yellow, orange or blue- the choice is really mine..

A collection of blues. "𝘐𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺." - I do not own the edits - [ 03. 09. 20 ]

Things that she left me with.