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Calling all poets on wattpad! Weave your words , Make them Yours, For it's time for a Contest! Where not only your poems , but your soul will be tested. The Contest allows any poet, to participate . A 'poet' isn't just a word , it's a commitment, a commitment to grace and love. I believe every deserving poet should get recognition, and I hope this will help. Open ( ) Judging (•) Closed ( )

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Este libro es la crónica íntima de un corazón joven que amó con la intensidad de los veintitantos, cuando cada mirada, cada caricia, cada sueño, se sentía eterno. Es un refugio de notas, cartas, poemas y pensamientos forjados en la euforia de un amor sin límites, dedicados al 'amor de mi vida', en una época donde el futuro era solo una promesa vibrante.

Welcome to "Whispers from the Heart", my collection of poems that explore depths of love, hate and self-imagery. My poems mainly resonates on three themes: love, trust and loyalty. I've found solace in writing, and making poems a reflection of raw experiences. I hope you'll find pieces of yourself in these poems and that they will inspire you to listen to your own heart whispers.

a collection of notes from another guy who's still stuck in the past. anyway, read along-see if you relate.

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The Tears I Learned to Love is a collection of poems that explores the complex journey of love, loss, and healing. From the fiery passion of first moments to the silence left by absence, this book is about the deep ache of letting go and the quiet strength found in rebuilding. Each poem reflects a moment of heartache, but also of resilience. It's not just a story of heartbreak, it's about learning to embrace the tears that shape us.

Laughs echoed through the noisy room With each new story, both fake and loud; Though this chattering swirls, I hold my ground, In our shared jokes, they don't know the bond. -Ysaleyi

Her heart yearned for freedom , but the man she loved was himself a prison . In a land of ancient traditions, their love was a rebellion! . . "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠" said he . "The price of love is high but the price of betrayal is even higher ,minaz" she replied. . . 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥 × 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫