Poetrybook Stories

In a world obsessed with answers, there's a fool who only asks questions. THE FOOL KING is a philosophical poetry collection about a lost soul exploring the deepest paradoxes of existence: Who am I when I'm constantly changing? What is real when everything feels like illusion? How do I find truth in a life built on beautiful lies? Through fragmented verses and raw introspection, this collection doesn't pretend to have answers. Instead, it traces one consciousness's journey through confusion, where every realization births a new question, and wisdom lives in not knowing. This is for the overthinkers. For the lost. For those brave enough to admit they're both. For readers who've ever felt too much in a world that tells them to feel less. Author's Note: This collection is an honest exploration of confusion, identity, and the spaces between knowing and not knowing. It's philosophical, sometimes messy, and often questioning-much like the process of writing it. I don't claim to have answers. I only know that asking the questions matters. Thank you for joining the fool's journey.

Salt & Honey is a collection of poems about the beauty and ache of being human. Through themes of love, loss, healing, and hope, each piece blends the sting of salt with the sweetness of honey, capturing life's bittersweet moments and the strength found within them. Inspired by my great-grandma, a woman who always saw the positive side of everything, strong as a rock, ready to forgive, always giving. Thank you for everything! We'll meet in between words and say bye with the sunset.

Grief speaks. A heart cries. A soul bleeds. This poetry book tells the story of love, loss and death. It begins with promises... ends with regret... and in between sits silence, questions and anger. If you've ever lost someone you love, you will understand these pages. 💔 Read slowly. Feel deeply. Thank you for reading 🙏 Please, comment honestly... it matters.

A compilation of my original poems. Some are like stories and some are like thoughts. *** beware trashy poems ahead*** I wrote this when I was a teenager

Heyy!! This is your Lyanna ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱ This is my another poetry book, so enjoy this book [Wishpers of Fading Soul] 💌✨ and also share your reviews!! Go and enjoy ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

not a writer yet but my pen bleeds sometime.. #1 - poetry 08/09/2018 #1 - poetry 19/08/2018 #2 - poetry 13/08/2018 #3 - poetry 03/08/2018

A collection of piercing poems exploring the weight of existence, the inevitability of suffering, and the moral implications of bringing life into the world. Rooted in antinatalism, existentialism, and realism, To Have Never Been Born challenges readers to confront the harsh truths of life and consider whether the act of birth itself can be ethical. These poems speak to every human being, offering a darkly beautiful reflection on existence, choice, and the ethics of life.

Where simplicity is breathtaking, and complexity is numbness.

Love in its tender and ruinous ways. (Will be posting a new poem every Friday or Saturday.)

when a bone breaks it grows back stronger i broke and i will make myself strong enough to make angels weep and satan himself fear me (daily updates)

Take a seat with my mind and see things from my perspective. My thoughts, dreams and wishes are revealed in this book as poems. I put my mind and heart into this, I hope that you'll love it as much as I do. #1 in Wattpadpoetry - 20 May 2021 #1 in Youngpoet - 01 July 2021 #7 in Freshreads - 01 July 2021

Poems for your heart and spirituality. You are NEVER alone.

Fragments of Bleeding Ink is a raw and intimate collection of poetry that delves into the depths of the human psyche, exploring themes of pain, healing, and self-discovery. Through fragmented verses and bleeding lines, it gives voice to the silent struggles of mental health-touching on anxiety, depression, trauma, and the quiet battles fought within. This book is for those who seek connection in vulnerability and beauty in brokenness. There are wounds the world rarely understands - the kind carved by depression, anxiety, and all the unnamed storms that gnaw at the mind. I've walked through those fires. I've felt their weight. I've faced the shadows they throw at the walls of a life. But I did not suffer quietly. My voice never went missing; it spoke through the tremors, through the dark, through every moment I refused to be swallowed. These fragments were never meant to be pretty; they were meant to be honest. Born from shaking hands, sleepless nights, and a heart trying to relearn its own rhythm. Ink became the one place where I could breathe, where I could break and rebuild without apology. This book belongs to anyone who has felt their mind turn into a battlefield; to anyone who has stood in a quiet room and heard their thoughts roar; to anyone who has searched for an exit, a pathway, a meaning - and found none. It belongs to those who are still trying, still searching, still fighting for breath in a place that offers none. Somewhere in the ink, I hope you find a mirror - not to glorify the struggle, but to remind you that surviving it, speaking through it, even when the world looks away, is its own kind of courage. Take what you need from these pages. Leave what you don't. And remember: healing never demands perfection - only persistence. Welcome to Fragments of Bleeding Ink. These words bled through me, but they were written for you.

a poetry book. all these poems are based on my real life. roses and thorns stands for the ups and downs we face in life. there are several other meanings for roses and thorns, which are shown in this book. each part is a new poem or occasionally, there will be a continuation of another (labeled as part 2). please enjoy!

The Olives Archives is a curated collection of poems that carry emotions so dense they pierce even metal hearts. These are not gentle verses written for comfort; they are poems forged in pressure-pressed, bruised, and preserved like olives beneath stone. Each poem in this archive holds an intensity that lingers. Love is not romanticized; it is exposed. Pain is not dramatized; it is distilled. Joy appears sparingly, but when it does, it tastes earned. The collection moves through vulnerability, resilience, longing, identity, and healing, documenting emotional truths often hidden beneath composure and silence. The title The Olives Archives reflects both preservation and endurance. Like olives, these poems are bitter before they are nourishing. They demand patience, honesty, and the willingness to sit with discomfort. In return, they offer clarity, depth, and recognition. This archive is for readers who feel deeply, for those whose hearts have hardened not by choice but by survival-and for anyone brave enough to let poetry cut, open, and ultimately soften them again. 1. Where Even Steel Learns to Bleed 2. Soft Things Surviving Loud Worlds 3. What We Swallowed to Stay Alive 4. The Silence That Raised Me 5. Bruises That Learned to Speak 6. Salt Under the Tongue 7. Tenderness in a Closed Fist 8. Scars Don't Ask for Names 9. The Shape of What I Didn't Say 10. When Strength Cracks Quietly 11. Hands That Forgot How to Ask 12. Love, After the Armor 13. The Weight of Uncried Tears 14. Softness as an Act of Rebellion 15. Bones That Remember Warmth 16. What the Heart Does in the Dark 17. Survival Tastes Bitter First 18. A Gentle Thing Called Courage 19. We Learned to Breathe Between Wounds 20. The Day I Let the Wall Listen

if only the clock would be merciless, if only time would reverse; did i not tell you that cupid's plans could be the worst? started 19/12/18 collection of poems cover picture found off pinterest

It's not just a collection of shayaris I wrote. It's the sound of my heart, waiting to be heard.

⚠️⛔️Warning you might need a handkerchief if you deeply relate.⛔️⚠️ Some stories end with goodbye. Others end with silence. Not Delivered is a collection of poems about the kind of love that lingers - love that almost was, but never fully arrived. It's about being the text left on read, the one who cared too much, and the heartbreak of giving your all to someone who only gave you pieces. These poems speak to the quiet pain of being unseen, of red flags dressed as butterflies, of waiting for answers that never came. But within the ache is strength - a slow reclaiming of self, honesty, and healing. If you've ever loved someone who didn't love you back the same way, this is for you. You are not alone.

Waves

Eudaemonia (n.) - the state of being lucky or extremely happy. A poetry book dedicated to all the people I've met in my life, to myself, and to comfort the disturbed. I'm lucky to have you all in my life, whether if you're a pleasant experience or not, whether if you're everything or nothing to me.