Spokenword Stories

A COMPILATION OF POEMS/POETRIES OF Bb. Naej "A word that cannot be explain, masterpiece and what you feel will lead you the way"- Bb_naej ‼️TYPOS & GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AHEAD‼️ Highest Record: 🏅 1 for TULA

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

Volume four of 2026. Poetry and Inner turmoil. My way of giving the voices inside my head a chance to speak for themselves. No AI. No AI assisted. Pure human brain pain.

shed thoughts, shitty metaphors.

❛❛ 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 .ᐟ ❜❜ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 cherie publishes her silly poems because that's life, my dear. cover by the talented miss @ swannluvr !

This collection explores the journey from silence to self-expression. It reflects on being hurt, misunderstood, and reduced but doesn't stay there. Instead, it follows the quiet process of healing, reclaiming identity, and learning to speak again. At its core, it's about choosing yourself after everything, and discovering that your voice was never truly lost just waiting to be heard.

Behind every quite smile is a story left untold. This poem is for the ones who learned to hide their pain, carry their burdens in silence, and wait for someone to notice the signs.

My Letter to the Unfairness of This World is a reflective and emotional poem that speaks directly to the world, questioning the imbalance between beauty and suffering. Through honest thoughts and deep curiosity, Isaac Essien explores injustice, human responsibility, and the search for meaning-ending with a quiet but powerful hope for change, beginning from within.

Where's the truth? Oh, where's the truth? Buried under tongue and tooth.

"The truth is mine, but I bear none to speak, To keep my mouth in shambles, my sanity to keep. Because they started rambling through the walls, they speak; They want to rot the house, to make my body meek. Hinges rust, the moths crawl through my skin, The floorboards choke on everything I've been. Father is absent, but he is quick to swear; Mother is present, but it is nothing there. Their words cut me open-they carve me precise, Alcohol's the sinner; sinning is the vice. The mold in the corners-it has learned my name, It breathes when I breathe, it thinks I'm the same. The mold takes my breath; the walls start to bend, While the judge, my Father, tells me to repent."

A collection of poems and spoken word from a perspective of a lost mind, to one that began discovering itself. Through perseverance, courage, weaknesses, to lessons, allow the pieces inside to prove to you no one is alone in their thoughts. With over 10 years of works to go through, these pages are filled with undeniable words that I for one, have denied myself. Read it like you are watching a 13 year old girl grow to find herself over the years, the ups and downs of womenhood, and the trials and tribulations us teenagers and young adults go through.

A JESSICA DURU'S POEM

some words that comes through my mind i don't think you can call it poetry, just the words of a surviving butterfly that can't fly -- the mariposa, Spanish for butterfly, embodies the ideas of change and renewal

sa pagitan ng mga salita

A spoken-word series about boys growing into expectations, fathers passing down truths, and the strange silence that lives at 30,000 feet. This flight is only just beginning.

Trapped in a cycle of memories. Lost in toxic air. Poem for suffering hearts. Feeling lost? Lonely? Misunderstood? Give this read a try. Dear readers, I thought my words will help you feel less lonely. I want to let these broken souls know that they aren't alone. I wish the best for everyone who feels like they can relate to my words. Sending everyone love and hugs!

A gentle yet aching narrative of love that remained unexpressed. Through pauses, glances, and quiet longing, it reflects the sorrow of what could have been-if only it had been seen.

"For the versions of me I outgrew, feared, faked, and finally faced." 8 Letters to Myself is a collection of eight poems written as unsent letters: to the person I was, the person I am, and the people I could have been. Each piece speaks to a different self: the one I'm becoming, the one I'm afraid to become, the one I never got to be, and the one others swore I would be. It's about masks, grief, hope, and the quiet work of choosing who to keep. Short enough to read in one sitting. Honest enough to sit with you for longer. --- Author's Note I didn't set out to write a book. I set out to tell myself the truth. These 8 letters started as whispers I was too scared to say out loud. Some were angry. Some were apologies. All of them were necessary. If you've ever felt split between who you were, who you are, and who you're supposed to be, this is for you. Not to fix you. Just to sit with you while you figure it out. Thank you for reading my mail. -Joy ---

SA BAWAT PAHINA Mga piyesang isinulat sa malayang pagtula, kung saan ang bawat salita ay hinabi sa malayang taludturan na may tugma, at ang bawat pahina ay sumasalamin sa mga damdaming hindi kayang sabihin nang direkta.

A collection of poems written by me,that reflect the darkness of the mind