Metaphors mga kuwento

How can I let your voice slump into oblivion if it resembles the sound of the rustling leaves? This book is a reflection of my journey through the ebbs and flows of life-of repeatedly learning the essence of love, learning the pain of isolation, and finding myself again. Trigger Warning: This book contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including mental illness, trauma, grief, self-harm, and emotional abuse. Reader discretion is advised. #1 in poembook [7-31-25] #1 in poemcollection [7-30-25] #1 in poems [9-05-25] #1 in thoughts [8-25-25] Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the photos used in this book. All images were sourced from Pinterest and belong to their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended. If any image belongs to you and you wish for it to be removed or properly credited, please contact me and I will take action immediately.

Balance, the silent hinge where opposites turn into one another. Part 1: Fragments Part 2: Illuminated

a growing collection of poems to comfort those who feel misunderstood or by this world.

this is a short poem that touches on beauty standards, expectations, and idealism.

A collection of honest poems that might not be so sweet to read. The human experience, uncensored and unprecedented. These poems refuse to be softened and filtered. Everything I was once told to swallow quietly - not anymore. This is it. No sugarcoating. No sugar. Just me and my tea.

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A short poetry collection, fueled and inspired by a one-sided infatuation for one's opposite. Abstract metaphorical work and breathy, flowing language make this collection what it is: a long poetic exhale of the speaker's thoughts and emotions.

slow dancing love and pain in the midnight chorus of liquor-washed autumn green ... || a constellation of destructive poetry ||

Some notes with personal commentaries.

I've been finding peace when I was still young, and I never thought that I can only find them in metaphors. -Lyre Vega 2020

one of the deepest poetry you can ever find; read between the lines, connect yourself to your authenticity. these short poems will let you feel the feelings you've hidden; the ones you didn't even know you had. if you don't understand it, read it again. there is more to life than what you see. life is what you feel. - daily poems -

parce que même l'ange de l'amour se voyait brûler sous les flammes de leur amour ©𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗜 original work

(ALL ORIGINAL BABY) Short story's that are about love and other things mostly doomed but you know what 😉 (Btw if you don't know cover is NOT mine,I don't do that shit,it's on Pinterest!)

Not your average poetry book.

"Even the dreams had witnesses..." Even though the body is mortal, the soul is immortal. Everything in the heart is rapid and keeps changing. Like the ink getting spilled on a blank paper, words sometimes just paint the pictures we never even would've thought of. The poems are just the proof of how I felt in the moment. And as you know moments don't last long but well they do stay with us in our memories. And give birth to extraordinary dreams. ____________________ This book is the July poetry project and I hope this engages you as much as I enjoyed writing the poems. Also make sure to vote and comment. I would totally love to hear from you and your reviews. -------- Their are some other books I wrote as well and I would love to suggest- 1. Let's open the container of starry feelings... 2. Oblivion 3. Elysian 4. The stars we seek Make sure to check them out as well. See you on the inside.

Highest rank of #3 in poetry. A collection of my best poems picked from my poetry albums 1-6. © 2019 Billy Waugh

The creation myth of another universe, explaining the origins of prejudice, groupthink, uncertainty, chaos theory, and the fear of things that go bump in the night.

It's a poem about a girl that just turned NINETEEN and is dealing with life in the realest way ever.

A collection of original metaphors.

❝ Within the heatwave of the burning inferno, Once a lively heart beating, now melted from heat. What used to be vibrant colours of summer painted, Became a sloppy canvas of frigid hues, Of life's essence beginning to fragment; Portraits of memories split, into glowing embers in the night skies. ❞