Darkpoetry Stories

Shards of what she endured trail her, like ashes caught in the wind, shadows that cling to the edges of her inexistent light, whispering of a presence she cannot escape. ⋆⋆ ghosts haunt the edges of her. the wind breathes close― shadows she carries, burn slowly in light. ⋆⋆ Written for Versification 2026. [Highest rankings: #1 in dark poems, #1 in slam poetry]

❛❛ We carry galaxies in our mouths, but most of the stars are already dead . . . ❜❜ This is a collection for the muted ghosts living inside our heads. Every poem digs into the dark corners of thought, love, loss, and the little betrayals we carry every day. Grim, reflective, and unafraid to stare into the void, these words linger long after you close the page. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

Maybe you don't know it yet, maybe you haven't noticed it, maybe you haven't felt it. But all of us, are broken somewhere on the inside. We've all been sad at one point or another, or depressed, or lonely. We've all been broken. ______________ Just a collection of short stories and poems by a sad teenager.

These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

My poetry is a collection of everything I feel but don't always know how to say, it holds the noise of my mind, fragments of thought, emotions, observations, and moments I've lived and dreamed, shifting between themes as I try to make sense of my life.

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴘᴏᴇᴍꜱ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ... ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ... ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

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Some Poems From My New Book "Echoes Of Whispers"

These are poems about the times when loneliness hits and those once happy memories you have about someone or something has now turned sour. Not because they've changed for the worst, but because you can never get those good moments back. Trigger warning: Drinking and Suicide ideation is implied.

Ash falls. Hearts ache. Nothing blooms. In this haunting collection, love turns crimson, memories burn, and the body becomes a cage for everything left unsaid. These poems explore loss, longing, and the quiet devastation of feeling too much-until there's nothing left at all.

A powerful introduction to Ashen Whitmore, this poem explores identity shaped by fire, loss, and survival. "Ashen" transforms destruction into meaning, portraying a voice that rises from pain not as something broken, but as something reborn-stronger, deeper, and unyielding. Through striking imagery and controlled intensity, the poem reflects resilience, emotional depth, and the quiet strength found in enduring life's hardest moments. It is not just a poem about what was lost, but a declaration of what remains-and what refuses to fade.

My poetry collection Pt. 2 is a continuation of my thoughts, emotions, and experiences. Each poem explores themes like love, loneliness, healing, faith, identity, and the quiet moments that shape who we are. Some poems were written during difficult times, others during moments of hope and growth. Together, they tell more pieces of my story and the way I see the world. All poems in this collection are @AleighaMarieXOXO original works. No copying or plagiarism is acceptable. This collection is still growing, and I continue to add new poems as inspiration strikes. If even one poem helps someone feel understood or less alone, then sharing my words is more than worth it.

A collection of raw poetry from the quiet places people rarely speak about. Inside this chamber live thoughts about pain, silence, love, anger, and the emotions we hide from the world. Each poem is a key. Some unlock memories. Some unlock truth. And some might unlock a part of you that has been waiting to be heard. Welcome to the chamber.

Deep copper Red. The shade of red for this poem. Does this mean uncondictional love, boldness, revenge or death? Only one way to find out!! This is a short, psychological thriller poem. It may be a short read, but will make you feel fulfilled. WARNING: Do not expect romance.

❛❛ He tells her the world will break anyone who dares to hope, and she laughs, refusing to listen. She moves forward no matter what he says, and he finds himself following, even when he does not want to. He thought he had lost all care, but with her, he begins to remember what it feels like to protect, to fight, and to feel alive . . . ❜❜ Galateya keeps running through a world that never stops, where danger waits at every turn. Shelomoh has seen hope die before, and he does not believe anyone can survive this chaos. When she nearly dies, he saves her, and together they face monsters, floods, and the endless chase. She is fearless and determined, and he is bitter but protective. In a place that devours everything, their bond might be the only thing that keeps them alive. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

A collection of poems about devotion, distortion, and the quiet violence of staying too long. These pieces trace the shape of a girl who learns to soften herself into something loveable-only to realise she has given too much away. Through images of blades, smoke, and flickering memory, the poems move between longing and resistance, capturing what it means to hold onto something that hurts, even when you know you shouldn't. This is not a story of love. It's a story of what lingers after.

❛❛ To be known is to be devoured gently . . . ❜❜ A body of prose and poetry where longing, ruin, and divinity collide into one another. These pages trace the surrender of names, of selves, to forces both intimate and unknowable. This is a witness to becoming-through loss, through beauty, through the violence of being seen. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

There was a time when I was always in blue. Life wasn't going the normal way, everything seemed to be a mess. I can't exactly say it is perfect right now, but I can definitely say it's better if not worse. There a some people who have hurt me a lot, and yet somehow I can never seem to hate them and yet I can't seem to forgive them as well. These poems are the words that were swarming around in my mind during my time of sadness, interwoven together. Hope that people who are reading this and are going through difficult times in their own lives get the courage to continue to push their lives forward into better days and more smiles.

"It Didn't Help" is a soul-stirring collection of poems that unravels the complexities of inner pain, self-doubt, and the raw truths of human emotions. Through lyrical verses, Ananta takes the reader on a journey into the heart of anguish, where love fades, scars linger, and hope feels like a distant dream. Each poem explores themes of heartache, desperation, and the haunting silence of battles fought alone. Despite the darkness, these poems don't shy away from the search for meaning in the mess-reflecting the quiet strength that comes from surviving your own storm. A collection that speaks to anyone who's ever felt unseen, unheard, or broken, "It Didn't Help" pulls you into a world where the beauty of pain and the fragility of healing coexist. These words are for the broken-hearted, the misunderstood, and the ones who still seek hope amidst the wreckage.

An Ambys 2024 Favourite (Poetry) *** A poetry collection in which I tell you stories about princes, princesses, ghosts and ghouls. Some of these are based on folklore, some from popular culture, some from history, and rest of them come from my mind. It is dark, satirical, and melancholic, following various styles. ***