Poety histórias

for the ones who're trying their best to heal...it's okay not to feel okay sharing moments of life as poems on a platform filled with people alike

"The Light in Her Poetry" is a captivating collection of 100 poems that explores a wide range of human emotions and experiences, from joy to despair, love to h...

Can I break the chains? Or will they drag me down?

A poem on Anime

All of these poems are ones that I relate to.

The poem book explores the complex dynamics of friendship, capturing both the beauty and challenges that come with it. Through heartfelt verses and poignant imagery, it...

Hello, my name is Funneh Rogers. I am moving to the U.S. from Canada because my parents found a good paying job and have a few other things to take care of. I'm hoping i...

Status:OnHold To resume on June People don't only pick up their pen when they are sad, They also write when they are happy, Or sometimes they just accept the good and ba...

The description of this poem is more a meaning to the soul. It would mean more , if my fellow writers give me feedback. What does "Sun Rise" mean to you? What...

this I like to write my poems on there so I can share my feeling by poem since I like to write a lot

This book is about my poems that I have done Throughout my whole life, My first poem is how I got into poetry. Please, and thank you for giving this book a try.🙂

'ROCKET' is the first Dodecasyllabic by the author known by the pen name of Key. 'ROCKET' tackles the feeling of being wrong over loving someone.

⚠️ Possible trigger warning⚠️ Poetry written on nights where I felt the lowest, when I was feeling the highest, and sometimes when I could see through my gloom.

growth is looking back on past decisions and being disappointed in the wrong ones you made.

Have you ever been struck by how much a simple word or idea could change your world? In this assorted collection of poems that I have written, you can take a sneak peek...

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Sometimes we all feel empty

A collection of haiku poems about love, life and things that make us human, typically written in three lines. Enjoy,,☺️☺️

My Home

A old brick cottage poem that has memory but lays in death with no one to love it anymore