Selling Poems

This is my third poetry to BFF, written on February 6th, 2024. You said dolphins clapping sea tide in dream By: Amoureax Amant You said dolphins clapping sea tide in dream, sea tide crashing on shore laid in sunbeam, shore sand kissing ocean waved on island, ocean turning orange orange-stained sand. You came like floating cloud aloft blue sea, watched turtles slept under coconut tree, with melody of birds came with sea tide, with reflection drifting toward shoreside. You went like falling rain aloft heaven, fluttered like morning dew dropped in ocean, vanished like foam of fish fluttered in air, like spray of sea blossomed fairer than fair. Perhaps you were mirage appeared garden, or else you were angel came back heaven.

The novel tells the story of Du Wei, who is considered a waste and an idiot, selling his soul to the devil in exchange for power.

In 2003, when Arsene Wenger was striving for an unbeaten league, Ferguson was rebuilding United by selling Beckham and bringing in Ronaldo, and money was being laundered at Chelsea, I would come and snatch the league title from them.

This is my second poetry to my BFF, written on October 28th, 2023. I envied redwood stretched toward heaven By: Amoureax Amant I envied redwood stretched toward heaven, whose branch in branch like hand in cloud ocean, whose leaves like thread weaved curtain covered sky, whose spot like stage light lit for butterfly. I envied stray bird hummed with bugs echo, whose siren song spread through redwood shadow, whose feather swirled like lone-drifting snowflake, whose wings like flash slipped through green amber lake. I envied cowboy rode through siren sight, whose horse ran on green sea plain at twilight, whose gun aimed at wild deer in green forest, whose bonfire cooked deer meat in light gauze mist. I envied fish blew bubble in amber, whose bubble bloomed as gorgeous as flower.

This is my first poetry to my BFF, written on March 7th, 2023. Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain By: Amoureax Amant Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain, at branch in full peach blossom on mountain, but left tree branch with wind through amber lake, toward fragrant sea like drifting snowflake. Just left when butterfly danced through peach tree, just left when hummingbird echoed with bee, when rising sun turned dark cloud peach blossom, when drifting rain fell from misty cloud dome. What if peach blossom stayed till September, peach blossom might neither dance through water, nor travel with light breeze through small arbor, toward vast sea like boat sailed from harbor. What if peach asked of peach blossom's journey, here's the answer, freer than in valley.

My first poem collection book

I wrote these sonnets, poems, and quotes; in the darkest hours of my life and I hope some of you could relate. I write with all the love and joy I have for writing, just because I don't publish anything doesn't I still don't write behind closed doors.

Whisper of the souls is a poignant collection of poems that delves deep into the complexities of human emotion and the quiet moments that shape our lives. Through vivid imagery and lyrical verse, Bella17 explores themes of love, longing, loss, and personal transformation. The poems reflect a journey of self-discovery, where the heart’s vulnerabilities are laid bare, and the beauty in both sorrow and joy is celebrated. Each poem invites readers to pause, reflect, and connect with their own inner landscapes, offering solace and understanding in a world that often feels overwhelming. With a delicate balance of tenderness and strength, Whisper of the souls reveals the quiet power of words to heal and inspire.

Random poems

A poem about an introverted and miserable Narrator detailing his side of a dark relationship with his strange, outcast girlfriend: Rosie.

This is a collection of love poems portrays different sorts of love and how it makes or breaks us

poetry and random stuff I made up, not only as a coping mechanism. but also as a way to let my mind not explode. (figuratively)

Darius Noctis, a humble street-side noodle soup vendor with an exceptional talent for cooking, unknowingly purchased a truck with a strange system. When he updated it, he was suddenly transported to another world It was a world devoid of science and technology, steeped in a medieval atmosphere where humans wielded magic as if it came straight out of a novel. While others struggled to survive, Darius continued to sell his noodle soup, bringing the flavors of his old world to this strange new land. But life was never that simple. Countless tribulations awaited him, forcing him to learn how to fight—not just for his own survival, but to protect those around him. Little did he know, fate had long since cursed him. Burdened with the remnants of the long-lost Ancient Gods, Darius was thrust into an endless cycle of war and survival, where the world grew ever darker and more chaotic with each passing day.

This a poem, that is all I can say without ruining it.

The poems correlate to personal and world problems that almost everyone can connect with; some poems are humorous and are metaphors toward inanimate objects. A few poems are dark and twisted while others are pure imagery, relating to and bringing light toward objects and ideas. The collection, “Fetch,” intertwines horror and thriller to explain everyday problems and human action while sprinkling fantasy elements on top. (Trigger Warning for poems 1 and 4: Don't read if you've been/ are suicidal and struggle with/ had struggled with an eating disorder.) Written: 2018-2019 Tags: #Humannature, #Goth, and #Romanticism.

I hope you are well and if not, I hope these poems I wrote makes you well.

'Of course, I am pretty and admired by many Even pacifists line up to prey Furthermore, I am ugly, look close behind my smile you will see a tongue rich in decay' Such a wonderful mind he has! She is very lucky to have met someone like him - it goes both ways. No, it is not a love story, it is way more beautiful than that.

Collection of poems and morning brain dump notes

In a small aley, a store could be found with a sleeping person on the counter. If you wake them up, they’ll stare at you, and if you ask them what they sell, all they'll do is point to the products without saying a word. If you really want to know what they sell, ask the little red and violet creature that sits in the counter, it will explain while the manager sleeps, or just wait for it to electrocute the manager.

Dead, Death What comes at the end, When the time left me then? To be in this world is to survive but how could you survive while having such confused mind? This story is based on a poem but the characters are not.. Little by little you will understand that to be weak is dead and to be strong....

Short poems used on my everyday, every moment, every second. I discovered that writing helps ease on my anxiety. I'm still writing novels, but when in need of a quickie, a poem says it all. Here's my brain dump version of them. Sit and enjoy!

After a freak accident, our hero wakes up in a whole new world... as a strange black blob! No hands, no feet—just a squishy, bouncy creature. To make things even weirder, a group of terrifying demons bows down to him, convinced he's their born-to-be 7th Demon King. But here’s the catch—he doesn’t want to be the Demon King! He just wants to live peacefully. All he wants is to figure out how to get his body back and live a quiet life. Instead, he’s stuck pretending to be the mighty Demon King, trying to dodge dangerous battles, avoid the coalition of the four races out to defeat him and stop the possibility of the 7th Demon King being born. Can a squishy blob survive being a ruler of the demon race, or will he accidentally become the most laid-back Demon King in history? Get ready for a laugh-out-loud journey full of crazy battles, wacky transformations, and one very confused black blob! Note: 1. Slow-paced story. 2. There is no female lead in this book.

In "A Map of Scars", this powerful and evocative collection of poems, the speaker embarks on a journey of self-discovery and healing. Through raw and unflinching language, the poems explore the darker corners of the human experience, laying bare the scars of grief, loss, and pain. From the haunting echoes of sorrow to the tentative whispers of hope, these poems chart a course through the turbulent waters of the soul. With unflinching honesty and vulnerability, the speaker confronts the shadows of their own psyche, and in doing so, creates a map of scars that becomes a testament to the human capacity for resilience and transformation. Through the poems in this collection, the speaker invites the reader to join them on this journey of self-discovery, to bear witness to the pain and the beauty, and to find solace in the knowledge that they are not alone in their struggles. "A Map of Scars" is a powerful and moving collection of poems that will resonate with anyone who has ever known pain, loss, or sorrow. It is a testament to the human spirit's ability to heal, to transform, and to find hope in the darkest of places.

Tongue twister Her favorite Figuring out It just to cover her lie Don't trust her words But Look into her eyes The eyes don't lie

The more you think, the more you learn

Sun gonna show out, But sun does not know that darkness is hiding, When sun try hard to climb up, The darkness kick sun far away, That no one will see the sun again.