Poemcollection Stories

Would it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?

This is for you : The one who inspired me to write art Cover art by : @knyshksenya

As I stood at the line of silence, death in my darkest days, a bird sang within me, "Who cursed you in silence?" It was the darkest days I asked myself. How am...

to be one's saturn. [old poetry collection for someone we could never have]

This book is for me to store my poems and poetries anonymously. Cover photo credit: James R. Rackson, 1915

my poetry & prose journey of healing ❦ past loves ❦ privilege ❦ womanhood ❦ healing my relationship with my father ❦ leaving a long distance relationship...

So much more was said in the unsaid --Bridgett Devoue Collection of poems where I have tried to pen down the thoughts, whic...

collection of poems and thoughts my heart and brain cut open , fragments of my soul spooled onto digital pages. With every word typed , I experience a taste of liberation

I saw the world in your eyes To know that we could've been so much more Than what we are right now If only We could've met each other At the right time... Until next t...

"The poetry of the earth is never dead." ~ John Keats This collection of poems embodies the essence of hope, celebrating the transformative power of positivity...

A collection of poems and thoughts of a young black girl, expressing herself in a very open and honest way about her experiences and feelings.

a poetry collection in which I detail my search for and struggle with wholeness

kai • ros [ 'kīräs ] noun, greek the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, wor...

[will remain on-going until i decided to end.] This book contains purely english pieces.

Poetry is a journey and the poet is its voyager.

Isa kang bulaklak na hindi ko nararapat pitasin. 'pagkat sa sukat ng distansiya lang kita maaaring yapusin. (Mga tula't prosa)

Musafir ham bhi hain, musafir aap bhi. Farq bas itna hai, ke hamare raste dastan ban gaye, Aur aapke raste- manzil. Dastan sunoge meri?

Loss didn't poison the well. © z. t. corley, 2024

// 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. // ☆☆ 𝐊𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 �...