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.
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.
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.
Wisdom Gained Over Centuries The deafening sound of silencePierce through the mind and heartThe hollow scream of the voidTears me apart. Now one would thinkHow does Silence sound?Like the noise
Unapologetically Bold for a Girl I don’t know what is it About breaking the rules And questing the foundation Of every conventional notion That evokes satisfaction when finally, I rebuke
Life is sometimes a pandora’s box. The more you fixate on it, the more complicated it keeps getting. Soon, you are knotted in your head with only coherent thoughts being problems. And when there are none, you create some by overthinking it.
a black cat eating the universe, art by Paolo Uccello, Establishing shot, art by Gustave Courbet, a haunting scene, whirlwind, art by Edward Hopper
I entered the gate And everyone turned around They had wings made of light But I had shadows abound. Dusk and Dawn sat hand in hand Finally together they drank.
Only if Time could stop healing Every wound, every pain I will stop falling in love Over and over again And letting every inch of my peace shatter on floor
Love is not enough Not always does it suffice The blossoms of the orchid seem dull When the forbidden entice. The taste of it – bitter sweet Temptation beguiles until
This a poem about what it feels like to grow up and watch all the childhood, playfulness, and liveliness of life change into boredom, repetitive routine, and soul-sucking corporate.
I sat in my room staring at the wall The tick-tack kept ringing in my ear I lifted my eyes to look at the Clock Seconds, minutes, hours, months and