Freeversepoetry Stories

Every thought is lucid... ...or maybe it's not. -------- A collection of poems thought out and written by me. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied or used in plagiarism. ©

[ prose/poetry ] i can't help but pull the earth around me / to make my bed

"i doubt it's more than just platonic for you." a partial sequel to one of shakespeares' most resplendent plays.

Time goes by... Turning moments spent to mere memories. Memories from my past are embedded here... In the form of poetria. A poem is an expression of thought in form of poetry. Poetry is the art of expressing one's inner feelings using words. Compilation of thoughts from the mind of this gurl. My Poem Collection... My Anthology... This book is basically a collection of my poems, which I wrote out of boredom and most of them I wrote when I was inspired. Well it isn't only about poems, but also some articles I wrote. And also, a few quotes made by me. A few quotes from me, to you. And probably some quotes I found on the internet.

Sometimes, when stories aren't enough, I turn to poems. Sometimes, when I set a pen to paper, magic flows out. Sometimes, when I write poetry, something beautiful happens.

Happiness is what I've felt Sadness is what I've beheld Pain is what I've endured Strength is what I've embraced Love is what I've encountered Hate is what I've suffered Joy is what I've tasted Defeat is what I've accepted A Broken heart is what I've witnessed We've felt each of these emotions at various times in our lives. Feelings that shape us into our true "SELF" .

Sophia knew she was lucky. She knew she was lucky she hadn't gotten sick yet. But was she really lucky? Was she that lucky with a sick mother? It wasn't like it was her fault that the devil, also known as the Coronavirus, spread all over Wuhan and the entire U.S., and...But it was like it was. Ever since her mother had gotten sick, everyone had avoided the family. Sophia didn't like it. But there was no cure. And everybody knew that. The news of the sickness spread like wildfire, and there was no stopping it. Once before, before the virus, before anything and everything, it was perfect. Sophia's wishes were granted by a tap of her wand. But that was before. When she and her sisters would go out and play without a second thought about masks or Covid or quarantine. But she was lucky. In a way, at least. Lots of her friends had moved away, thanks to the virus. Lots of students and parents had already fallen. But what she didn't know, was that her family was next.

Just a collection of poems (and poem like things) that I've written.

title is pretty self explanatory lolol no real theme it's just whatever i felt like writing update when i feel like it?? i guess

"When I was told to find the people that make me feel my best and I couldn't find anyone who accepted all my mess I chose to find myself and cover my mess with love" A collection of my musings about self love, acceptance, unity, and beauty.

A collection of poetry written by Charley from A Writer Named Charley, a blog about writing and reading. Her poetry ranges from love to sorrow and everything in between. Note: All pieces were originally posted on awriternamedcharley.wordpress.com

These are the words within my mind that keep me up at night. Pieces of work that I wrote for my own comfort. However, if you relate, enjoy. Pick apart my work to find your own meanings. Do not search for meanings that are not your own. Find what my work means for you. This collection, isn't complete. It will be one day. 'til the day. - A

A short collection of seven free verse poems, representing fragments that I do not know where or how they fit into my shattered image -or maybe i do.

musings, or, how can i escape myself?

A poem about finding happiness in little in the little things.

highest rank: #130 in poetry (16/6/16) - in which a girl writes unsent notes to her best friend. - lowercase intended. - book 1 in the 'if only you knew' series.

I still want to write something I love, so this is not the novel you and I love to read in wattpad infact it is just some weird type of poetry you can finish in less that hour. Thanks a lot for giving chance to this weird work and Feel free to comment and chat with me if you want to design your book cover in Canva, I will be more than happy to help you. Even if you want to add some strange poem in between your book. I would be more than willing to help and Before you read understand that this piece of work is edited by AI itself but not written by AI

Just a place to let my head breathe for a little

The satisfaction of extracting emotions and turning them into something painfully beautiful.

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