Compass - fourth collection of poetry

This is my fourth collection of poetry. There's some small mentions of #Demisexuality throughout this collection, and sprinkled in some of my others. Hopefully some people who identify as Demi-ace can relate to this, in some way or another. I tend to write as the muse comes to me. I have words pouring into my head all day, that I have to write them down straight away. You can find my other collections on my page (order it was all written in):1) Poetry2) Cathartic3) Masquerade4) Compass If you enjoy reading my poems, please leave a comment with your thoughts, and vote on them. I'd love to interact with those who read my poems and get an idea of perspective. ✍️♥️

Poétesse

I do poems when I need to let out something I can never say to anyone

TabulaRasa (A Collection of Poems)

When, platonic WORDS expressive Words, fail to reveal intentions..Mask people, hide expressions..When angry we are at the words of some other, wondering how some bits of letters together could hold so much power; Or, why we feel helpless, desperate and bare.it was the realisation that ..only words could heal words, to make things better ...."like steel cuts steel"but alas the paths wavered some words favored our life slavered. *******†***********†**********†***********

The lost soul

This is a poetry about a lone soul lost in thoughts,struggling with depression and solitude.I shall be writing 15 short poems about my feelings and my current state of mind.🥀

Vintage candies

poetry collection©All rights reserved

TRAIN TO LOVE ( A PROMISELESS RELATIONSHIP )

It's a love story filled with romance, love, feelings and emotions poured directly from my heart.It will be a train journey but the destination isn't a specific place, but is heart. The story revolves around two broken souls that are insignificantly finding their lost parts in each other.Find out if their love story lasts or not?Find out if their heart can be healed again or not?Find out if they ever start believing in forevers or not?

Floating Fragments

A collection of mini poetry and prose .✨(The images used do not belong to me. They're from Google.)

Hopeless Poetess [A Book of Poetry]

A collection of dramatic, angsty poems of a hopeless poetess.

LATE NIGHT

It's based on my real life experience...it's just that we should not over imaginate ourself

Dark Poetess

As the name suggests, the quotes will be dark.Copyright © by Krisha AvlaniAll rights reserved. This book or any portion thereofmay not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoeverwithout the express written permission of the publisher.

The inklings of a poetess

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty. Read ma poems and look from my eyes the dreams it conceals. Please don't copy my creation

A Crush

The Stalking of a Poetess

Noelle Jones is a black girl who write poems. She defines herself as a poetess. Meanwhile, Noelle starts to receive letters, calls, and text messages from an anonymous person she soon will fathom as her stalker. They even watch her in a black car across the street from her home. Noelle will uncover who this person is alone, but she is in for a rude awakening.When the rude awakening comes, an elderly woman will appear and assist Noelle with her problems.all rights reserved masiecreoleThe poem Poetess and Questions in this book is by myself, all rights reserved masiecreole

MY FAVORITE RIVAL

A young literature teacher named Nicholas Wave after years of teaching at a simple middle school decides to move to Brooklyn for a new start and a new job in the elegant and refined school "Rite Olympia Academy".For Nicholas everything will be new and full of emotions, quarrels, discoveries, love and hatred.How will the new career begin? Will Nicholas face his mysterious, attractive and noisy neighbor? ;)*Presence of content +18sorry for writing mistakes but we are not English*Enjoy reading to all people, we hope you like it and that you can have fun identifying with our characters.Have a nice trip!💭

Within the Sky

I will always watch you above the sky, within the sky.

The Fairy Returns

Lucy Heartfilla doesn't remember the last two years of her life. She doesn't know what happened, what she was doing, or what was the even day she went missing. All she knows is that she has one thing she has to carry out: her quest. - Being gone for two years she suddenly returns to Fairy Tail without realizing that she has been missing. The guild is in chaos at the return of their Celestial Mage that they assumed died that fateful day. Lucy struggling to regain her composure and position within in the guild. She feels as if the guild is withholding information that could help her regain some of her memories. The only thing she can vividly remember is a loving tender smiling from someone, she doesn't know since all she can remember is his mouth. Lucy wonders, what really happened to her? And why does she get the sinful feelings around Fairy Tail? Why does she believe that Natsu has become an enemy rather than her best friend?

Lively Storm

When You has a bad day and is kind of our of it, he snaps at a young woman who was looking after a certain black rabbit.~*The main characters except Eira are not mine.*The art isn't mine.*This was just for my practice of writing in third person, and also because I couldn't concentrate until I got it down in words.*Thanks to anyone who reads.Genres: Fanfiction, Fluff

Entwine ( poetry collection)

poetry collection ✨️5 pieces

To The Dead Poetess

"The gardener does not own the garden." They are merely humans capable of crafting nicotinic creations. In historic times, they were called deities, the guardians of the living beings-helping the plants to grow, watering them every day, and getting rid of them when they rot. We are a plant on our own but never was the gardeners ought to amend our every actions and choices.Yukio is a gardener, a deity, and a guardian. He carried the burden of his creations, created an obstacle for him to see how they would grow, and learn to generate more. However, those seeds he planted, although how beautiful his garden was, do not forget his incapability to mend a poetess's vapid flower that does exist but never lived.Will he be able to water it in accordance with its ethical needs? Or will he able to tame her flowery soul... of the dead poetess inside her rotten whole?

Stay Close to Me

After a devastating event during Fallon Taylor's rising acting career, Fallon is forced to recruit unrivaled security to match her unrivaled success, inclusive of a new bodyguard. After a teething period, Fallon begins to learn that there is a big difference between her bodyguard protecting her and being protective over her. See how this roller-coaster adventure unfolds as Fallon rises further into her career, presenting new challenges, dangerous threats and extravagant highs, with the companionship of a dishy bodyguard....All rights reserved..Belongs to the account owner of @anonymous_poetess_.All characters and events depicted in this book are entirely fictitious. Any similarity to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental..Highest rankings:Fame #71Bodyguard #72

FROM MY DIARY//A poetess's Heart)

This book consists of my little poems that I write and enjoy sharing with others. Most of them has a little meaning with them as well.

The Hollow (18)

freeverse poetry inarticulate proseconsistent heartbreakthe eighteenth installation...

Moon rays

Suwa Bai was the only daughter of Kishorimal amongst her four brothers. As the children grew up Kishorimal found a bridegroom for Suwa Bai and wives for his sons. All the children were happily married and he was at peace. Then Kishorimal passed away leaving behind huge agriculture lands for his sons and few old ornaments for Suwa Bai. Sukkhi Bai, his wife lived few days in grief and died soon after his demise. Suwa Bai lived with her husband and two children in Balesar, a small village in Rajasthan. Her husband Pukraj was a farmer with a small plot. They were a content family. Until that year though the monsoon didn't fail, the crops were good but the prices were low as the demand was less and supply was more. Pukraj sold the grains at low prices and mortaged his land. The family was going through a financial crisis. The next year, the debts increased till Suwa Bai sold her jewelry and Pukraj his land. Pukraj toiled on Zamindar's land and Suwa Bai went to Jodhpur city as a street Hawker. Every morning she left Balesar and walked to Jodhpur selling wood and reached before sunset to her dinghy hut. One day, Bastimal, Suwa Bai's eldest brother had come to pick her up. His wife Laxmi had delivered a baby boy. So there was a big ceremony and all relatives and villagers were invited. Suwa Bai was invited too. She was so happy that she immediately left for her brother's house leaving her husband and children behind. She told them that she will send word, an invitation to them. She asked them to join her later.

Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess

It all started with a red diary my mom had bought me. 16 year-old Jesusy is naive yet sincere; confused yet loves the truth; fragile and oversensitive, yet loving and thoughtful. Dive into my 16-year old heart nearly turning 17 as you read "Jesusy's Diary : The Rising Poetess" (Book1).

Lost & Found. (PTV)

she was lost & he was found.