Poetryfrompain Stories

For years, my poems have been silent witnesses to my innermost thoughts and feelings. Now, I'm breaking free from fear to share them with you. This collection strips awa...

a collection of poems written by me when I was a teen; a point of time when I failed to express myself in ways other than poetry...

"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." ...

the walls with blued body scents soft on the skin, the curtains drawn and a lover asleep close by. ...

A poetry collection dedicated to the fantastical, the eldritch, the medieval, the magical, the unreal. And yet, it is also dedicated to selflove, to wonder, to bliss. To...

This actually isn't a book but a portal into the life of love, pain, regrets, joy, and other emotions of soul poet.This portal takes you to a world of poetry all written...

Your eyes tell people a thousand things

Oh lover! (It was a love story, obviously)

Three(3) lines of the electric and overwhelming feeling, love. Enjoy the emotional ride tunnelling through various feelings, all leading to the horizon of love.

#1 in poetry 14/03/19!!! #3 in the Diamond Star Awards Poetry :) Short listed in the Page is Printed UK 2017 :)) Six words turned into six poems. NB : not the happiest...

random poems about random things from a random girl. x (currently editing)

A farrago of abstruse thoughts. A lack of complacency. Whenever she was alone, her messed up thoughts became knives, the ones that played with the veins in her wrist, wi...

poems i found in tik tok comments :) ⚠️ i do not take credit for any of these!! ⚠️

English | #16 IN POETRY © 2016 kyeriella all rights reserved book cover made by @OhWanderlust_

Poems from dark places in hope of exploring light at the end of the tunnel.

'I wanted to speak oceans, but only told you a drop.' #itsnotaphase {Started on Jan 10, 2017} {Ended on April 1, 2018} #1 in poetry (when the ranks used to actually ma...

🌹💀🌹 I found some old dead roses one morning Inside an old dusty book🌹💀🌹 🌹💀🌹 I kept unread in middle.🌹💀🌹 🌹💀🌹 That roses are black as death. 🌹💀🌹 🌹💀🌹...

and what would you wanna read, flower-face?

'Til death, I do art. I am sick to my soul With a sickness called Thought. A collection of Poems that help cure my sickness. Written by yours truly.🖤

~you only know a part of me~ ~i am a universe full of secrets~