Lovina Miganeh

Joined May 2025

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I'm Lovina Miganeh — poet & writer. I turn emotion into art in English & French, exploring love, identity, and healing. Each piece is a heartbeat. Honest words for heavy hearts. I hope you find a piece of yourself in my work.

Much love,

LM.

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If Tears Were Enough
If tears were enough, I would have fought harder. I would have cried longer. I would have screamed louder. You would have known.
By Lovina Miganeh6 months ago in Poets
Isn’t It in My Blood?
Isn’t it in my blood — to hurt those who come after me, like those before me? - In my darkest days, I wonder — maybe pain and trauma aren’t learned,
By Lovina Miganeh6 months ago in Poets
I Can't Forgive If I Can't Forget
I was one of those who never understood forgiveness — at least, not the kind I was taught. I was one of those who can’t forgive without a “sorry.”
By Lovina Miganeh6 months ago in Poets
Only Echoes
That was who I was. I was loud enough to hear — but only from a distance. A voice folded in fog, never quite reaching the place it longed to land.
By Lovina Miganeh7 months ago in Poets
The Dagger You Called Love. Content Warning.
I grew up in a loving family who, in their own way, had escaped some part of hell and knew little of heaven. I grew up with a thousand people who loved me
By Lovina Miganeh8 months ago in Poets
Conditional Love
Words lost their meaning but never their power in this house of mine. Is love just temporary happiness? Or is this simply the only way I’ve known love?
By Lovina Miganeh8 months ago in Poets
Broken from the Start
Broken from the Start …won’t mean we can’t build again. We were always family. But our sisterhood — we built it ourselves.
By Lovina Miganeh8 months ago in Poets
The Ghost of My Childhood
"Some ghosts don’t rattle chains—they live quietly inside us. This poem is for anyone trying to make peace with the absence of what never was."
By Lovina Miganeh8 months ago in Poets
To the friend who's learning how to love herself
To the friend who's learning how to love herself Roses are red Violets are blue You say you don't know what love is I would argue and say love is in every conversation we've had
By Lovina Miganeh8 months ago in Poets

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If Tears Were Enough

Isn’t It in My Blood?

I Can't Forgive If I Can't Forget

Only Echoes

The Dagger You Called Love. Content Warning.

Conditional Love

Broken from the Start

The Ghost of My Childhood

To the friend who's learning how to love herself

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