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Sonnets of the Heart is a collection of verses woven from love, loss, hope, and wonder. Each sonnet captures a fleeting emotion, a cherished memory, or a whispered dream, transforming ordinary moments into timeless poetry. Through rhyme and rhythm, this collection invites readers to journey through the depths of the human soul, one sonnet at a time.

A collection of poems about love, loss, identity, and the slow process of returning home to yourself.

a collection of love, loss, longing & everything I never said

🖤Disclaimer: This poetry collection is about sexual desire of a woman for a man that keeps appearing in her dreams. So some poems may contain some explicity, sensual words, etc. . . . . He once appeared in my dream... Then he appeared for the second time... He appeared again in my dream. Is he trying to say something? That is an answer I cannot find. It happened again this week, like it always does. Is he trying to tell me that he is mine? - EVA

this is a collection of poems and stories that wear their warning colors proudly. In nature aposematism is a signal, bright, beautiful, and toxic. Approach with caution. These poems do the same. This series of poems moves through grief like smoke and love like something you were never supposed to survive. It speaks from the soft underbelly of mental illness, spiritual awakening, obsession, dissociation, devotion, and the aching need to be understood without being consumed. Here, healing is not sanitized. The self fractures, reforms, and fractures again. Each poem is both an offering and boundary, an altar built from confession, myth, neuroscience, and soul deep intuition. This is not a guidebook. It is not a cure. It is a signal flare for anyone who has ever been told they were too much, too intense, too sensitive, or too strange. Read gently. Read honestly. Do not consume what is meant to be witnessed. DISCLAIMER: I have uploaded AI generated images as placeholders until i create some original art to go with my pieces, thank you 🖤🤍

Some feelings are too heavy to say out loud ,so l turned them into poetry. ✍🏽 For the broken,the healing ,the overthinkers ,the ones who loved too deeply and the ones still learning how to choose themselves.You aren't alone🫂 These are the words l couldn't say out loud . You're all loved❤️ --Tshego's ink

My Eternal Love For You.

Where words breathe and silence speaks between the lines.

This poetry collection is in memory of one of the purest souls I've ever met, she is just amazing. She doesn't know how many of my poems she has inspired. she is my favourite of muses. Get ready to meet her in my words , your imagination. You'll realise there's someone in your life, Whom you can call 'Cupcake ".

Welcome to Snap Shots of My Life a little space where I share the things that come to mind as I move through everyday life. Here you'll find my poems, Sometimes it might be funny. Sometimes thoughtful. Sometimes completely random.

Some feelings are too heavy to be spoken. So they become words. What the Heart Couldn't Say is a collection of poetry, prose, and shayari about the things we carry quietly- the love we never confessed, the people we couldn't keep, the goodbyes we never said, the hope that refused to die, and the memories we learned to live with. Some pages speak of desire. Some whisper of love. Some are about letting go. And some are simply about the strange things the heart feels when no one is listening. For every feeling that found a home in silence- this book is for you. 🥀

Filled with sad, heart felt poetry, and weeks worth of work. Hope u enjoy it :)

"Akansha - When She Started Doubting Herself" is about the kind of hurt that often goes unnoticed-the hurt of constantly being corrected, interrupted, dismissed, or told how to do things, even when you know you are trying your best. Akansha represents someone who is gentle and patient, someone who may not cry or argue when words hurt her. But that doesn't mean those words don't stay with her. When the same things happen again and again, they can slowly affect her confidence, make her hesitate, and make her question herself in ways others may never see. This poem is about those quiet emotional wounds-the ones that don't leave visible scars, but still affect the way a person sees themselves. Sometimes, we don't need advice or correction. Sometimes, we simply need to be heard, understood, and trusted. About the Author - Lavanya Y. Rao I, Lavanya Y. Rao, wrote this poem from a deeply personal place. There have been many moments in my own life when I have felt like Akansha-when I've tried to speak, only to be told that I wasn't being understood, or when I've been constantly corrected about how I should speak, act, walk, drive, or do something. These experiences have happened while talking to my family members as well as many other people in my life. I may not always show when something hurts me. I may stay quiet, smile, or simply move on from the moment. But that doesn't mean I haven't felt it deeply. There are words and moments that stay with us long after the conversation ends. Sometimes they make us question ourselves, our choices, and even the confidence we once had in the simplest things. This poem is a reflection of those feelings-of being misunderstood, constantly corrected, and quietly hurt while still trying to remain kind. These are emotions I have personally experienced and carried with me. If this poem touched something in you, please do vote and leave a comment. Tell me what you felt while reading it. Your support, your words, and your encouragement

When Anger Speaks for the Wounded is a reflection on what happens inside us when anger takes control. In moments of hurt, the mind can become clouded by emotion, making us react before we have the chance to think. We may become silent, distant, impatient, or say things we never meant to say-not always because we want to hurt someone, but because we want them to understand that they have hurt us. The poem explores that space between anger and understanding: the moment when emotions are loud, and the quieter moment that comes afterward, when we begin to question ourselves. Sometimes we regret how we reacted. Sometimes we realise that our anger had a reason. At its heart, this poem is about something many of us experience but don't always talk about-the complicated relationship between hurt, anger, reaction, and self-reflection. About the Author I am Lavanya Y. Rao, and I am a new writer who finds inspiration in everyday moments, emotions, and the little things we often overlook. The idea for this poem came to me after I witnessed an incident involving another person. It made me stop and think about how strongly anger can take over our minds and bodies, sometimes making us react emotionally before we have had the chance to think clearly. It also made me wonder how easily hurt can turn into anger, and how differently we sometimes see a situation once we have calmed down. That moment became the inspiration for When Anger Speaks for the Wounded. Through my writing, I hope to put ordinary but complicated emotions into words that people can recognise within themselves. With this poem, I wanted to explore anger not just as an emotion, but as something that can sometimes hide hurt, disappointment, or simply the desire to be understood. Most of all, I hope that while reading these words, you find a small part of yourself in them. If you enjoyed the poem, please do vote and leave a comment. Your support means everything t

About the Poem Sometimes, we don't want the rain because we love getting wet. We want it because, for a little while, we wish it could wash away the things that feel too heavy to carry. When the rain began falling over Delhi around 4:30 PM today, Nora felt that exact longing-to step outside, stand beneath it, and let the rain quiet the memories, thoughts, and emotions that had been weighing on her heart. But she never stepped outside. She only stood by the window, watching the rain, wishing she could come out of it feeling a little lighter. About the Author I'm Lavanya Y. Rao, a new writer who has recently started putting my feelings, thoughts, and emotions into poems. I'm still discovering my voice as a writer, and many of my poems begin with something small that I feel or notice in an ordinary moment. Today, when it started raining in Delhi around 4:30 PM, I had the same feeling Nora has in this poem. I wanted to go outside and simply stand in the rain-to let it wash away some of the heaviness in my mind and make everything feel quiet for a while. Sadly, I couldn't get wet in the rain today. So I gave that feeling to Nora instead. 🤍 If this poem made you feel something, please vote and leave a comment. Your support means everything to me as I begin this journey as a writer. 🥹🤍

About the Poem "The Different Price of No" was born from something I witnessed at home today. While my maid was working, I found myself thinking about how differently the word "no" can affect people from different working backgrounds. Even when extra money is offered for an additional task, sometimes a simple request can turn into an argument or refusal simply because it wasn't part of the original agreement. It made me think about my own life. I, Lavanya Y. Rao, earn ₹15,000 a month working at a company in Okhla while living in Hauz Khas. From that salary, I manage my own transportation, and sometimes even my food when I don't carry it from home. There are no excuses when work demands more-I have to keep going because saying "no" can come with consequences. At the same time, I found myself wondering about the people who work in several homes and earn from each one. I don't believe anyone should be treated without respect, but I also feel that extra work, especially when extra money is offered and other work is taken off their hands, shouldn't always become a reason for resentment. This poem is simply my reflection on that difference-the different weight that "no" carries depending on where we stand. About the Author I am Lavanya Y. Rao, a new writer who has recently started putting my feelings, observations, and emotions into poems. Many of my poems begin with ordinary moments that make me stop and think about something deeper. If you connected with this poem, please Vote and Comment. Your support means everything to me. 🤍🥹❤️‍🩹

"Whispers of the Clock" is a moving collection of 15 contemporary poems that explore the quiet spaces of human existence. From the neon-lit, rain-soaked streets of a lonely city to the gentle, nostalgic transition of autumn leaves, this book captures the fleeting moments we often look past. It is an atmospheric journey through time, memory, love, and isolation, written for those who find beauty in silence and meaning in the ticking of the clock. Perfect for late-night reading and quiet reflection.

A bittersweet reflection on realizing that the love you once felt has faded into infatuation-the desire for someone remains, even when the love no longer does.