Poetry
All Poetry Archive is a broad category. It houses all the poems posted on InkSpilledPapers. The poems entertain a variety of subjects from Love, Life to Dreams and Fantasy.
The category archives a collection of short and long poems for readers looking for relatable poems. They are easy to understand and connect with. Written by a budding poet and writer, they are full of raw sentiments.
Personal yet Enjoyable
Written as an outlet for personal feelings, these poems are close to the poet. They are published with a sole purpose of entertainment. Enjoy them with a cup of hot coffee.
There’s Variety
Subject other than love and modern day romance can found in this category. The poet is about variety, since composing poems is all the poet loves, they intend to keep it lively, even at the Archives of Collection of Poems.
Navigate through and enjoy the archives of Blotted Papers by Kaaya Faye.
And Outside, It Rains.
18/09/2024
And Outside, It Rains. A poem about distance between lovers. A poem about waiting on love that may never show up. A poem about sorrow in love.
The Bliss I Find In This Agony
23/08/2024
Maybe my world, by which I mean you, fell apart for a while;Maybe I lost my reason, my joy, my love, my smile.But I still have some whiskers to pick,
Torn
23/06/2023
Time is funny because the pace seems slow until you look back and realise that so much has changed.
Silhouette
05/06/2023
Silhouette While life, in directions, lights up and beams; I stare, at the silhouette of my dreams.
When My People Find Me
12/10/2019
A poem about being yourself, not giving into people who want to change you. Instead, keep being yourself with people who love for who you are.
I Don’t Want to Fill the Silence Anymore
10/10/2019
When I wake up in the morning I don’t want to fill the silence anymore, With songs playing on the speaker Or a thousand cat posts on Instagram. Instead, I
I am Nobody and That’s My Freedom
09/10/2019
“and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?” – Charles Bukowski