Poetrycommunity Stories

These are the letters, I wrote beneath the moonlight, the words I never dared to send, to the one who will never read them. But still, I write. I bleed. I remember.

Alone but powerful, the poet's mind is replete with verses colourful. With sass they sashay, unbidden into the worlds they portray. Inked with finesse, they are a treasure to possess. Cover designed by the immensely talented @thatwomanlywoman321 :)

There was a time when comfort came easily. When fears disappeared with a conversation, dreams felt limitless, and home could be found in places no one else could see. But growing up has a way of replacing wonder with worry, trust with caution, and innocence with silence. My Imaginary Friend is a journey back to the child who believed without fear, loved without conditions, and found safety in imagination. It is for anyone who has ever missed a version of themselves they can never truly return to. Perhaps the people we miss the most aren't always others. Sometimes... they are the people we used to be.

These poems were never meant to follow one story. They came from rainy windows and quiet monsoons, from love that arrived softly and grief that arrived without warning, from friendships that stayed and ones that faded, from mountains and oceans and moons that asked for nothing back. This is a small collection of everything I felt but rarely said out loud - moments of stillness, quiet love, unspoken grief, the people who stayed and the ones who didn't, and the slow, uneven process of learning to put myself back on my own list. A few pieces from this collection live here on Wattpad. The complete book" The Way I Found Myself "is now available on Kindle. If even one of these poems makes you feel a little less alone, or a little more understood, then sharing them was worth it. 🤍

"We all survive somehow... but the real question is, how do we live?"

We all carry stories that shape who we become. This collection is my attempt to map the inner landscape of my soul, navigating the memories of my childhood, the growth of my teenage years, and the complexity of adulthood. My hope is that these words reach those who have lived in the shadows and the light, and offer a sense of understanding to anyone currently finding their way.

Hidden Figures is a collection of unconventional poems that delve into the odd and overlooked perspectives of everyday things. These poems give voice to the unseen, unheard, and unnoticed, exploring life through the eyes of artificial intelligence, forgotten objects, or abstract concepts. Each piece invites the reader to step into a different, often whimsical reality, where the familiar becomes strange, and the strange becomes familiar.

Kabhi pyaar muskurahat ban kar aata hai, kabhi yaadon ki tarah dil me bas jaata hai. Eternal Love ❤️ ek romantic poetry collection hai jahan har poem mohabbat ke alag-alag ehsaas ko bayan karti hai-pehli mulaqat ki khushi, intezaar ki bechaini, dooriyon ka dard aur hamesha saath rehne ki dua. Agar aap love, romance, emotions aur heartfelt poetry pasand karte hain, to ye kitab aapke liye hai. Har page ek naya ehsaas... Har lafz ek nayi mohabbat... Aur har poem ek chhoti si love story. ❤️✨

An autobiography of my twenties, in which I discuss my mental health diagnosis, my romantic relationships - both good and bad, not necessarily with a partner, but with myself - and an analysis of my brain, my thoughts, my life.

Pebbles in the symphonic pond swirling around as poems, incarnations of the thoughts jiggling in my mind....

(Daily update)It's just a simple collection of a poem of mine, in each poem i tried to be different but in the end it ended up all ....

American singing leagues

A collection of poems, writing, music-inspired thoughts, and late-night feelings poured straight from the heart. Some pieces are soft. Some are sad. Some are about love, healing, heartbreak, memories, and the words we never got to say. This is a little corner for emotions, honesty, and the kind of thoughts that come alive when the world gets quiet. ❤️

Faith by Sherri Fortier (Originally titled MIRACLES)

"A voice, not an echo." At the Echo Awards, we want the emotional, the raw, the moving. We want everything you're afraid to share. We want the truest things you know how to say.

It takes real courage to ignore the whispers. They hit harder than we admit. They feel both right and wrong. Some listen. Some run. But deep down... We've all been there.

A poem

You smile. You say you're fine. And eventually, you almost believe it. But what happens when the night gets quiet, the world finally stops watching, and you are left alone with the person staring back at you? The one who remembers every goodbye. Every betrayal. Every promise that didn't last. Every piece of yourself you gave away and never got back. The Mirror is for anyone who has ever felt lost inside their own reflection. For those who learned to hide their pain so well that even they forgot what healing was supposed to feel like. Maybe you're not broken. Maybe you're just tired. Maybe healing isn't about becoming who you were before the pain. Maybe it's about meeting the person you became and finally deciding not to abandon them. So, if you've ever looked into a mirror and wondered when you stopped recognizing yourself... Perhaps this poem is yours.

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 🖤🤍

Hi, I'm Laiba. I write when emotions become too loud for silence and too quiet for the world to notice. These poems were never meant to be perfect. But maybe they were meant to be real. Some were written in peace, some in confusion, and some in the middle of nights when the moon felt like the only listener. These poems are fragments of quiet emotions, midnight questions, and thoughts that never found a place in conversation. They are not perfect stories- just honest echoes of a heart trying to understand itself. If a line here feels familiar, maybe it was never just my voice. Maybe it was yours too. This is Ansuni Awaaz- the voice that was never heard, until it became poetry. And if somewhere between these lines you pause for a moment, feel something you once felt, or remember a thought you never said aloud- then maybe this silence was always meant to be shared. Because sometimes the quietest voices carry the deepest stories. Welcome to Ansuni Awaaz.