Poet Stories

•°•~☆~•°•𝕿𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖔, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑•°•~☆~•°• ●~~𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔~~● "You can't keep me forever." ~Her "Watch me." ~Him

From a young age, I have always held myself in higher regard than my family did. I believed that I could work anything out. All my classmates were in awe of me. I naturally exerted power over them, and they elected me as class representative time and time again. At home, a baseball bat reminded me to obey my mum every time I tried to prove her wrong. Why was it so hard to see that one plus one equals two? Being beaten and isolated in a sardine can for long periods of time led me to the world of words in the thesaurus to help me cope with my difficult life. However, I no longer recognise the person I have become....... Author's Note 📝 All of my writing and photography is original. You must obtain permission to download, share, or use them for any purpose. ♡♡♡♡♡ 심금

The storm said to the wall, "I rage to give you purpose." And then the storm said to me, "I rage to give you life."

A collection of journals written in the quietest hours, during the loudest cries no one ever hears. Bleeding ink flows from her heart, engraving pain with every stroke on the page. Page after page is marked with stained tears, a signature of unbearable sorrow. Every fragment of memory is preserved, never forgotten.

A poetry collection of flowers, especially Hydrangea. Blue hydrangeas often symbolize apology, regret, and forgiveness. Pink means love, romance, and heartfelt emotions. White stands for purity, grace, sincerity, and abundance. Purple implies royalty, wealth, pride, and dignity. Green means renewal, rebirth, prosperity, good luck, and health. Red signifies passion, deep love, romance, and respect. Culturally, in Japan hydrangeas are linked to apology and gratitude, reflecting heartfelt sincerity, whereas in Victorian Europe they could also carry a negative hint of boastfulness or vanity when given as a gift. Together, these colors weave a spectrum of emotions from sorrowful apology to passionate love.

Here to share my thoughts through poetry and the photographs I have taken and posted on Instagram under #Oliediaries ✨️🦋💜

𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑮𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑭𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈

I wrote so many lyrics since I started to write, but sadly I cant sing and make music so they became just poems rotting on the papers in drawer. In this story I share some of my lyrics, only worse ones, I will keep better ones for myself, hoping one day some singer will come and would like to sing my lyrics, then I will give them the best ones :)

What happens when the poet doesn't get her happy ending?

Poems of inner screams and silent laments of the living world. Walking alive with a graveyard within, carrying the unspoken sorrow of existence. Walking through the living Inner undead feelings Willing to keep going My feet like boulders My vision is grey Yet outside is sunny When I look at you Is why I keep going

Poems :)

just some random poetry snippets i think of at 2am

poetry :))))) ( but I suck mb g)

I turn my grief into verses so it has somewhere to sit quietly.

"𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆."

කියාගන්න බැරි සිතෙහි සිර වූ හැඟීම් ගොන්නක් වචන කිරීමට..... එක් වන්න " නිසඳැස් " සමඟ 🫀💔

My fourth collection of self-written poems. Exploring the deep and dark abyss of my mind ☆☆☆ Started: 10 July 2025 Concluded: ★★★ # 1st darkpoetry: 21/04/2026

A Poetry Collection

My poems for Escapril 2023 (prompts from @letsescapril on Instagram)

hiii, this is a collection of poems i decided to publish, (yes they are ass bc im not fcking edgar allan poe god) um i wrote these a million years ago so like.. if its corny don't judge dedicated to avery (ily twinrizzler) and sophia (enough w the yaoi 🥹)