Poetess Stories

❝ I can see the HORIZON, And I know it's not the end... ❞ My Dear Readers These are Beautiful beads of my life, Chirping Experiences and Expressions into writings, but these will turn into Poetry only after You Read. I Gift these Virtual Multi Treasures to You. Please Read, Enjoy and Glow with the flow...... Penned by Piku GYUN 💝 🎖️ HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 poetess (9th June 2023+ 15th December 2025+ , 1st January 2026) #1 wordart (15th December 2025+ 1st January 2026) #1 wordsmith (6th December 2025+ , 1st January 2026) #1 poetrybook (28th December 2025) #1 wattpadwritings (9th July 2023+) #1 poetrylovers (3rd June 2023 +) #1 poetrycommunity (4th July 2023+) #3 wattpadpoem (15th December 2025)

Highest rank #25 in Poetry #1 in Poetess #1 in Revolting #3 in Motivational What is poetry? "The Crown of literature is poetry" - W Somerset Maugham It's letting out your spirit.. Giving them the wings of words and letting them fly high in the sky of your mind.. It is pouring out your soul.. Giving them the ocean to swim in and letting words touch and express the deepest of your thoughts. This book is a collection of poetry written by a budding poet. It's a random collection of fifty or more poems with different themes. So it's a book filled with versatility. And each poem is written on beautiful or dark feelings that we all have felt and a few that we all would love to feel... "I'll love you more than infinity, And if time permits, till eternity." - From Eternity Sharon Mathew Each poem would let you explore the different parts of your vast thoughts... Have fun! ♥️♥️

"To have seen Italy without having seen Sicily is to not have seen Italy at all, for Sicily is the clue to everything." - Goethe •A COMPILATION OF POEMS• "For you, who praised me in the most subtle ways. And to think, you once saw me as art." -meditatingineden •Highest Rank• #127 in poesia #43 in growth #42 in poetess #58 in sonnets #52 in blackauthors

Tanzanite and Tourmaline are identical in which Tanzanite is older and Tourmaline is younger. The both of them aren't really the typical kind of twins, like they're each other's soul sister, best friend, and have the same tastes. Many people call them the Twinkles. However, when their cousin goes missing, they uncover a disturbing truth that threatens the tarnishing of their reputation.

A love that is worth to wait is a love that is worth to be written. Disclaimer: This is a poem book written by yours truly Plagiarism is a crime. 👆✌👆✌👆✌👆 All rights reserved 2020 ©️msbizzarro

warning: read the recent ones first, they're somewhat better. ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ, ɪғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴊᴜᴍʙʟᴇs ᴏғ 🅆ᴏʀᴅs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴇᴛɪᴄ. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙙, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚. 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨'𝗆 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾ly Highest ranks: #1 in Freely #1 in Poetress #2 in Floating **cover by @yunpartridge-orlando**

Poetry dedicated to once in a lifetime kind of love❤️ | You are the one |

It's been hard. Especially with COVID running in the air. Here's what I've written.

When no one, nothing supports, your pen, diary, and words do! Poetry is one of the best ways to express your overwhelming expressions. So here's me! Expressing my all, I hope that after reading this, you will be able to vent out whatever's burried inside that heart of yours♡ • • • Best rankings; #51 in poetry out of 250K stories #1 in poetess out of 304 stories (30/01/21) #1 in Indianpoet ( 20/02/21) 1K views crossed on 09/02/21 ( Weekly updates!!❤️) Cover credits: the very talented @dil-bechara

My dream now is much like your abandoned bloodline. She died today, died before my eyes, crushed & crumbled into monolouges---i call them her last words. My dream, she is like my Ammi's heart, and not like my Baba's cracked ceiling. I didn't weep, for a moment I couldn't feel her loyalty, all of a sudden, she left as if she never belonged, but, but she left me saying that--- i die when fools like you wake up to sanity. I was fourteen when i first met my dream on a winding way to obscurity, she was a abnodoned ocean of love, who averaged her way to free me off shackles--- shackles made out of the scraps of their tamed expectations. She walked me through thistles, held me in darkness, loved me like freedom and left me like stranger. I wish I could save her who once saved me, but, now I wish I had, She walked me on the road that then were my nerves, and the air that blew through them was my blood that carried life; She was a local metro window through which I would look at sunrise and sunsets, She was a habit I tamed to survive; but she died, so I died too. Thursday evening, we were walking hand in hand when Baba caught us for the first time, he didn't speak, but left me remembering my ' dignity ' I was always taught this art of sacrifice, Not only me, but all the men are taught this--- this art of sacrificing her, your dreams, sacrificing to walk in accord with your dignity, sacrificing to preserve your bloodline, sacrificing to walk with heads up--- because she was shame, who would bring forsighted regret. So, like all other men, i left her to death after knowing my ' dignity ' because small men dream small--- Baba taught me, i was small then. I wish I hadn't listened to Baba. I wish I had saved her. My dream died before my eyes, but I was too coward to save her.

Compilations of Poetry For you to see A cauldron of sorrow A cup of regret A spoonful of heartache A teaspoon of hatred A dash of insecurities A pinch of death

What is poetry If not a collection Of Sugar Coated Sorrows And tragedy turned into art If you use my poems for any Instagram aesthetic accounts or tumblr aesthetic accounts, pls tag me and give credit. My socials are in my bio. Enjoy my random poetry, and please leave feedback.

A poem

This poem is called "píosa de dom", Irish for "piece of me". For a very certain somebody, I've gathered up every feeling and emotion inside of me and sculpted a very meaningful piece of work. Enjoy.

i have always been a fan of social commentary, especially in the form of poetry. there are so many things that i would like to comment on in society, and i find that writing allows me to do so effectively. so, in essence, this is just a collection of random thoughts and ideas that i came up with (or was inspired by) in the form of poetical structure. some poems are satirical and poking fun at society, while others are more lighthearted and fun. some poems have to do with me and my personal life, thoughts, and feelings, while others are me taking on a character and expressing how that person would react via poetry. i don't like to box myself within one style of writing, so each poem is unique and different, and i hope you enjoy reading them as much as i did writing them.

A a writer, The Passionate Pumpkin is a writer almost a decade in the making. Sanctuary is a brainchild of her experiences and her love that she chose to always express in her writings.

Life's experiences are both versatile and mobile. One way or the other, everyone goes through different kinds of emotions at a point in time. This is a collection of poem gotten from the occurrences in society and life in general. It may be relatable and not. It includes non fiction mostly. All the same, relax and have a beautiful ride with me. Thank you! No plagiarism!

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