histórias de Poeticthoughts

It's a reflective and melancholic piece about change and loss. Using the metaphor of a flower that once bloomed but has now dried, it explores the tension between holding on to the past and accepting that some things and some people, can never return to their original, vibrant state. The story or poem conveys both sorrow and a quiet, lingering beauty, emphasizing the "essence" that remains even after what was once full of life has faded.🩸 Bio: A flower once blooming, now a dried petal. Torn apart, yet still carrying the essence of what it once was. Can we ever return to who we were, or is the only way forward to admit that we can never be the "unrivaled again?" 🥀 TRUTH IN INK 🚩. (HALEEMA)

This poem, concludes. The visionary spirit of longing and yearning for a loved one.. who no longer has presence in their current life. A person whom is a " rising sun to another." But a dawning moon , aimlessly chasing the stars who can only be a " vivid dream." That cannot be in the realm of reality. The Moon who is gorgeous but constantly longs, for what is out of reach. And forgets its own beauty, throughout the process. Sincerely yours , I present to you ladies and gentleman 🩷 ( if you believe my effort is worthy of being noticed by the eye of the precious) please support my pieaces who which, I wrote with my whole entire heart and soul , in desperate effort for a difference, that my words are bound to make..

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All about poetry. Clouds of unsaid words and ocean of thoughts. This is a transformation of a lady told in poetry.

Throughout the years, writing poetry has been a way to purge my old, negative emotions. It has a soothing effect on my heart and soul. I hope it has the same effect on you, the reader. Please enjoy my collection of short poems exclusive on Wattpad, for they don't necessarily fit in to any of the particular books I will release in the future.

A quiet storm of emotion. This book isn't a story-it's a journey. Told through fragments, echoes, and words that linger, it explores what it means to feel deeply and grow quietly. With pieces of peace, pain, love, loss, and healing, these pages speak to the parts of us we often silence. Perfect for anyone searching for home within themselves, Fragments of Us is a raw, reflective exploration of self, stillness, and the strength in soft things. A must-read for hearts learning to co-exist with their own.

There are loves that burn, and loves that heal - and somewhere between the two, we learn how to begin again. "Where the Light Finds Us" is a collection of poems about love's quiet afterglow - the spaces between endings and becoming, the soft strength that grows from heartbreak, and the moments when light still reaches us, even through the smoke. In these pages, fire becomes a language of survival. Silence becomes a form of peace. And love - no longer something to endure - becomes something that returns home to the self. Each poem stands as both confession and reclamation: a girl made of flame learning to trust her own warmth, a goodbye written in salt and tide, a heart learning to listen for the light that never left. Because healing doesn't happen all at once. Sometimes, it happens in the quiet - where the light finally finds us again.

"On a rainy night, a father's story unveils more than just frogs and fields-it echoes a lost childhood, buried memories, and a silent war between growth and grief. A tale of nature, nostalgia, and the rain that hides our tears."

I don't know. Some thoughts.

From one heart to another~ It's a collection of poems I wrote about all the thoughts running through my head and how I felt as a teenager. I'm just getting started, so please don't hate. Constructive criticism is accepted here. Let me know what you think of it :) Love you! 𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤: 100 reads! ~30th January 2021 #1 on poeticthoughts #1 on myriad #1 on indianpoet #1 on youngpoet 500+ reads! ~25th December 2021

Heyy guys! These are some poems written by me. They based on love, sadness, heartbreak and etc! These are owned by me and no one is allowed to post these anywhere else wether it be wattpad or any other platform. Thank you and enjoy!!<3

We all run. From memories, from people, from our own reflection. But what happens when the very thing you've been avoiding... shows up at your doorstep, silent and still? This piece is a soft, haunting reminder that sooner or later-what we avoid, finds us. And maybe it doesn't come to break us. Maybe it just wants to be heard. A poetic reflection on fear, truth, and the moment you stop running.

A compilation of different types of poems.

A collection of fragile thoughts wrapped in words - for the lonely, the hurting, and the dreamers who feel too much. Each poem is a glimpse into a heart that beats quietly, yet fiercely. These are the screams no one hears, the tears no one sees, and the small sparks of hope that sometimes still glow in the dark. Not all stories are happy. Not all hearts heal. But even broken things can be beautiful.

Personal poems that talk about me..

This book is a journey into the quiet corners of my mind, where thoughts linger and emotions unfold. It is not just a story-it is a tapestry of feelings woven into words. Every poem, every line, is born from moments I could not speak aloud. These are reflections of love, loss, dreams, and unspoken struggles-feelings that live in the hearts of many but are often left unsaid. Through this book, I invite you to pause, to listen, and to feel. Whether it's a whisper of hope, a shadow of pain, or a glimpse of triumph, these words are meant to connect us-like an analogue connection in a digital world. This is my story, my truth, my release. And maybe, somewhere in these pages, you'll find a piece of yours too.

✨ Poem Description: A declaration of self-worth, strength, and love without dependency. "Whole Before Love" is a reminder that we are already complete love does not rescue us, it recognizes us. This poem speaks of shining unapologetically, blooming in our own season, and choosing love as two whole souls intertwining.

I write poetry when silence becomes too heavy to hold. Sometimes it's out of boredom, other times out of emotion, those quiet hours when thoughts demand to be heard. My pieces drift between imagination and realism, a reflection of moments I've lived, dreamed, or simply felt too deeply. My works don't have titles, because I choose not to name them. Instead, I leave them with ellipses (...) and numbers -a quiet space for you to wonder, to feel, and to decide what the title could be. For me, poetry isn't meant to be confined by a name; it's meant to be felt, questioned, and remembered in your own way. Each poem is a fragment of thought, a whisper left open for you to finish.

Just random thoughts. Just don't judge me I guess.

A collection of the poems I have written over the years.