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Welcome to Voice Of The Voiceless. This is a growing collection of poems about identity, hidden pain, hope, healing, love, and the quiet battles many people carry every day. Thank you for taking this journey with me.

I really enjoy writing and I have been writing poems for a while, I'm finally gaining the confidence to share them, some are extremely personal to me and discuss some topics that may make people uncomfortable so please check the tws. Most of them are genuine, and a few are dramatized and/ or are made up completely. It's up to the reader to figure out which are which. That's the beauty of interpretation. The ones that use quotes or I said that whoever said a certain thing are one hundred percent real, I could provide screenshots to prove them. Anyway, even though most of these are genuine and come from me, if you want me to write about something specific, I can definitely try just lmk! Best Ranks #2 In Poem #3 in poetry/poembook

A collection of poems that had the potential to be loved, yet remained unnoticed. Poets don't just write - they bleed, piece by piece, into the paper. They breathe life into words and call it poetry. Writing is filled with what-ifs, maybes, and endless confusion. Yet a poet continues - to write, to bleed, to stay honest. Poets are known for writing about love, but in truth, they write what they secretly crave - and when asked why, they learn to lie. This book is a place where overthinkers can breathe, where tired minds can rest, and where those carrying too much can finally pause.

{🏆🥈Versification 2026 Grand Daily Prompt Runner Up} Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten. This collection contains poems written for Versification by Wattpad Poetry Ambassadors profile @Poetry. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

She met a boy who felt like worship and he met a girl who felt like risk, only one was brave. He walked in with eyes like nebula he wouldn't claim. The classroom learned his name while she called him a number instead. This is the gospel of a girl who mistook observation for adoration, silence for horizon, and a boy for a god. A collection of 36 poems. -⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅ ⚠️ Reader Discretion: Worship, unspoken names, cornflower blue ink, and the kind of heartbreak that feels holy. Read if you like: Rupi Kaur × The Song of Achilles × dark academia -⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅ A/N: A number can't contain him but poetry can. Updates: Sunday 8:00 PM ET

a collection of poems. It is ongoing

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦. 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. ♡⁠𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 𝗠𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗮𝗺 𝗸𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘇𝗮𝗱𝗮♡⁠ wasn't defined by the power he carried, but by the gentleness he chose. The kind of man who loved with unwavering loyalty, protected without control, and made respect feel effortless. In a world full of loud promises, ♡⁠𝗛𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗭𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗿♡⁠ believed that love was best proven through quiet actions... every single day.

Volume twenty-three. A collection of poetry. Some short stories as well. From someone who probably needs a psychologist and inpatient care. This will include a variety of styles. It might be a little spicy. Riding a fine line. You'll want to be offended. But there is nothing. No AI. Bots were harmed. Very harmed.

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

A collection of poems I've written over the years Words I kind of want to be remembered Even if it's not under my name they are still my words and that's something no one can take I hope you enjoy, feel seen and understood

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

I'm running out of explanations here. I'm winging it. I'm always winging it. The title just felt right and damn, here we are. It's poetry so if it's not your thing, you might like it. Occasionally, it may be a little prose, depending on the feeling but we'll try to keep it consistent. Does anyone ever even read these things? Ok it's about a boy, a lonely boy. Sometimes he feels like he's a thousand leagues under the sea. Other times, it's like he's been severed from reality. Whatever that means. This boy, just wants the world to understand him. But it has no obligation to. So he's stuck on the outskirts of everything and everything else hoping for some sense of clarity. It never comes. It never will. This is a documentation, of his never ending pursuit. That was decent, right? I do love letters, letter letters, confessions, police statements on the side, in case you need them. Basically, I'll handle the ever living heaven out of your writing needs. The sick part, is that it's free so feel free.. to blast the message board and I'll take the time I usually use to do something constructive and meaningful to tend to your requests. Read well, friends.

A collection of poems about everything and nothing:)

Volume twenty-four. A collection of poetry. A journaling, if I may. Much of it off top. Brain to the page. Also some revisions of more recent works. Maybe a short story. No AI anywhere herein.

A haunting collection of poetry and prose for the desperate, the wicked, and those hopelessly in love with their own misery.

🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝟷𝟶 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟷 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛-𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 @𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢. 🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. What began as a chessboard became a garden-of grief and laughter, faith and forgetting. Of fathers who never sat on thrones. Of men holding the wrong flowers on blind dates. Of a lab explosion and a Marble Queen shaking her head. Across eleven poetic forms-𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚, 𝐤𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝟑❃ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 is not one story but thirty windows into the same human heart. Some open onto darkness. Some onto dawn. Some onto beauty you didn't know you were allowed to name. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. For readers who recognize themselves in the specific, the restrained, and the resolutely alive. 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐨 🌸2026🌸 🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸

Dear Diary, Today, I remembered that crowns are not made of gold. They are made of survival. They are forged from girls who were told to be quiet but learned to speak. From women who were told to be less but became more. From hearts that broke, healed, and found the courage to beat louder than before. They called her dramatic when she spoke. Difficult when she questioned. Rebellious when she refused to bow. So she picked up a pen. the Queen Diaries is not a story of princesses waiting to be saved like damsel in distress. It is a collection of poetic diary entries written by queens - queens who were never given thrones, only battles. Queens who have been silenced, underestimated, broken, healed, and reborn. Through intimate confessions, silent battles, fierce rebellions, and quiet moments of hope, these pages explore feminism, womanhood, identity, resilience, self-love, and the lifelong journey of becoming. These are not merely poems. They are confessions. They are revolutions. They are crowns woven from words. Each entry is a fragment of a kingdom built from courage. Some pages carry heartbreak. Some burn with rage. Others bloom with healing and hope. Together, they tell the story of women refusing to shrink themselves for the comfort of others and discovering that their power was never something the world could give - or take away. This is not a diary of fairy tales. It is a diary of survival. Of resistance. Of becoming. So, turn the page. You may find pieces of yourself between the lines. Because every scar is a chapter. Every voice is a revolution. Every woman is a queen. Welcome to the Queen Diaries. A queen is waiting to tell her story. Perhaps, she is you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

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A collection of words written from the deepest cracks of a heavy aching heart. A deeply vulnerable collection of lyrical free verse for the aching, the lonely, and the beautifully broken.

This is a collection of poems I've written. My writing can go from the whispers of a broken soul to the chuckles of a joyous heart but overall my intention is expression. I hope that my writings remain immortalised as they touch and connect people. Thank you for reading, please do get in touch for comments of praise or tips.