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Best Poems Written by Ravana Amanti

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The bloom before the fall

As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
Anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue

Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
Flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true

But beauty cannot shield a soul bruised by goodbye,
For even the loveliest wings can’t teach a heart to fly.

He kissed her in spring, with hands laced in flame,
Then left her in silence, forgetting her name.

The garden remembers the lies he told,
Each petal a secret, each stem growing cold.

She sips the nectar now bitter with regret,
A trace of the love she cannot forget.

Her wings beat slower in the dying light,
Hope bleeding out with the fall of night.

A fairytale wilted, a dream turned to dust—
She blooms with pain, in sorrow and rust.

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Dreams Dissolve in darkness

In the dead of night, her prince reveals his true form,
A wolf in sheep's clothing, his heart as cold as ice,
She's trapped in a nightmare, no fairy godmother in sight,
Her glass slippers shattered, her dreams left to freeze
Her heart, once on her sleeve, now lies frozen and alone,
Shattered like the glass that once adorned her feet,
She's a prisoner to his lies, a puppet on a string,
Her fairytale is over, her story incomplete.

The clock strikes midnight, her carriage turns to ash,
The ballroom's lights now dim, the music fades away,
She's left with nothing but a broken heart and tears,
A fairytale gone wrong, her happy ending astray..
And so she vanishes, a shadow in the night,
A phantom of her former self, her dreams now out of sight,
No prince, no love, no happy ever after,
Just a shattered heart and a fairytale's disastrous disaster..

In the cold and lonely silence, Cinderella weeps for a love that never was,
And as her tears fall, the darkness consumes her, a heartbroken soul lost in the shadows."

"Dreams Dissolve in darkness"

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Winter's Cruel kiss

She's out of this world, thinking of no one but herself,
The pain she caused on that fateful day,
A forgotten wound that refuses to heal,
A heartless queen, selfish in her own way."
In the shadows of her mind, the memories linger on,
The day she chose to shatter his heart,
A decision made without thought or care,
A broken prince, left alone to mourn."

Her cruelty knew no bounds, a dark queen of ice,
His love, once pure and true, now twisted by her knife,
In the depths of his despair, he curses her name,
A broken kingdom, forever changed by her game."
As the years pass, his pain a constant ache,
He remembers the day she broke him,
A wound that never heals, a scar that never fades,
A cold queen, ruling from a frozen throne of mistakes."

In the silence of his suffering, he whispers her name,
A broken king, his kingdom in ruins,
A shattered dream, forever stained by her game,
A cold queen, alone in her icy domain."
And in the end, he dies alone, his heart frozen in time,
A fallen king, forgotten by the world,
A broken heart, lost to the cold queen's crime,
A tragic tale, of love and betrayal entwined."

Winter's cruel kiss"

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Only I bleed her

"The painting is her. Her ruin, my hunger. Every stroke on the canvas carves her deeper into me. I own her screams now."

I don't mind saying the ing word now.
I’ve been an asshole—
it doesn't ing matter.

The painting on the wall taunts me,
staring, silent, brutal—
reminding me of her.
Of the way she smiled
before I crushed it.
Of the way her eyes used to beg—
God, I miss it.

She broke me.
I shattered her worse.
And still—
I'm not ready to let her go.
I don’t want to.
I don’t know how.

The tears I drag out of her—
holy, violent things,
falling from lips that still curse my name.
She hates me.
Maybe I hate her too.
But hate has teeth and claws,
and love just lies there, bleeding.

Apologies rot
on the tip of my mouth,
waiting, festering.
I could say I'm sorry.
I could beg.
But damn it,
I love to make her cry.
Her sobs are mine.
Her ruined voice is mine.

She’s mine.
Mine to cage.
Mine to ruin.
Mine to break until there’s nothing soft left.
No one else gets to bleed her.
No one else gets to call her broken
Only me

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Mine in the dark

"Sometimes, the heart holds on in silence—tied to old habits, haunted by what could never be.
cry swallowed by shadows, a confession born from obsession and self-betrayal. This is not a love poem. It’s the echo of wanting what was never mine to hold"

The past still hums beneath my skin,
an ache, a whisper, soft as sin.
The urge returns—
to speak his name
and stake my claim
without a shame.

But oh,
I weave deceit
with every breath I dare repeat.
It’s not the world I seek to fool—
it’s me,
the liar,
the longing fool.

And now,
these thoughts, they bloom and burn:
What if I claimed him in return?
As if my heart could rewrite fate,
as if desire could recreate
the right to love,
the right to stay—
when I threw that all away.
I know—
don’t I always know?
He shines beyond what I could show.

Cazzo...
Still, I dream him mine
in secret rhyme.

And so, I wear the silence well,
a ghost who lingers in his spell.
No kiss, no word, no sacred sign—
just old habits
and the lie
that he was ever mine.

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Sweetest Trap

"Trap—for the ones who mistake affection for devotion, and fall for voices spun from smoke. He never promised me forever. But still, I stayed… oblivious. Drunk on words, blind in the dark, begging the silence to lie"

Then his words—
they don’t help.
They wrap around me like silk
only to choke.

Ancora una volta.
Again.
Again, I fall
for the way he speaks
like I matter.
Like I’m wanted.

But he’s my ladra—
my thief.
My freaking damn heart
is gone,
and he walks
like he never held it.

He smiles,
and I forget the pain.
He speaks,
and I forget the truth.
He lingers in my mind
like a lullaby
sung by a blade.

And I—
God, I still listen.
I still want.
Even knowing
he won’t reach back.

I dream of hands that never held me,
of eyes that never stayed.
Still, I wait,
like longing can rewrite
what silence never said.

He doesn't want me—
that’s the truth.
Even when his voice
is the sweetest trap
I’ve ever begged
to die in.