Poet Stories

Bhanu Bajpai is known to be the vengeful, hateful woman who didn't know any better than hating on her sister and her husband. She burnt, in her own flames, living a life of loneliness and self torment. Shashank Singh Rajput, was not known to anyone, not as who he truly was. He is a man of secrets, a silent danger. Calm, yet rebellious, a calculative businessman yet a poetic charm played around him. He was a paradox. When their paths cross again, decades later, things have changed. Both of them had closed the doors to love. Yet, love is what torments them both.

Late bloomer : someone who becomes successful, attractive, etc., at a later time in life than other people.

Sailing across endless oceans and always living in different cities is all Yeonjun and Taehyun know. But what can happen when life has other plans in store for them? An unknown island will lead the two boys to finally confront themselves. In search of a safe harbor and new balances. Taegyu Yeonbin

Welcome to a long-term poetry project created for writers who want both structure and freedom! Activites will be posted over time, whether you wanna join in, write your own or just read & relax. Use this book as needed. As practice, as play, or as a quiet place to write. Welcome to the work. Welcome to the words. Welcome to the Poetic Pulse!

. Started : March 12, 2026 Ended: - © @whimsicalbbydoll

What's broken might not ever be fixed, yet must always be faced. Poems about what lacks, about what's missed and what's lost; I hope you can find your way out after you get to the center of this maze.

A self acclaimed Poet's sense of the world and plenty of non-poetic poems. 'Surely our words string together meaningfully is enough to be called a writer, unless there are certain rules, so therefore I shall ask what makes a Poet, for I'd love to be one.'

"Where feeling too much is safer than feeling nothing at all" ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ ࣪⠀⠀𓏵⠀⠀ ׅ　 poems⠀⠀ྀི ♰⠀ 𓈒 ⠀sfw⠀ ﾉ⠀rants ✙ ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ est. 2026 - yours truly, millsx_

This is my first collection of poems, just a small journey through laugher, tears, and vanishing figures. The pages hold scenes of connection and then - disappearance. I hope you will be left with something more than just a poem that you have read and then forgotten in a matter of seconds. I hope you will be left with something out of reach, like a ghost in a summer rain. Thank you and enjoy.

My poetry collection is a reflection of my thoughts, emotions, and experiences. Each poem explores different themes such as love, loneliness, healing, faith, identity, and the quiet moments that shape who we are. Some poems were written during difficult times, others during moments of hope and growth. Together, they tell pieces of my story and the way I see the world. This collection is still growing, and I continue to add new poems as inspiration comes. If even one poem helps someone feel understood or less alone, then sharing my words is worth it. All poetry is @AleighaMarieXOXO original work. No copying or plagiarism is acceptable. Each piece is written from my heart, my mind, and my experiences - a reflection of my own thoughts, emotions, and stories.

I hide behind these words and smile behind these tears. This is two truths and a lie. Inspired by my lonely thoughts after dark, each piece is delicate and mixed with fear and fascination. This is my truth. (The cover and pictures do not belong to me, it was taken from Pinterest.) © All Rights Reserved.

This is for everyone who's healing from love. If you find yourself suffering from heartbreak, loss of a loved one, grief, a situationship or trying to get over someone, this is for you. I hope you can find a little bit of peace in these poems . <3

The music died when the silence became too loud. Hera Leviste is a world-renowned piano prodigy, but after the devastating death of her grandmother, her genius fractures into a paralyzing mental block. Unable to touch the keys without the weight of her grief, she retreats into a bitter hiatus-until she meets Luna, a soulful poet who teaches her how to breathe through the silence. But just as Hera finds her rhythm again, Luna vanishes behind a web of lies and a "white-walled" void. To protect Hera's resurrection, Luna sacrifices her own place in Hera's life to hide a terminal secret. Now, the musician must shatter the lies of the past to save the woman who brought her back to life, proving that the most beautiful symphony is the one they write together.

Poems :)

Just some poems that I've written a while ago / just wrote

A collection of short poems.

A Hymn for the Broken Hours is a contemplative poem about fragility, resilience, and quiet faith. Through the imagery of a hidden cathedral built within moments of failure, the poem explores the sacred beauty of imperfection. It suggests that grace does not arrive through strength or purity, but through the courage to continue after falling. Tender, spiritual, and deeply human, the poem reminds us that even a broken voice can still sing a hallelujah. A Hymn for the Broken Hours is a poetic meditation on failure, redemption, and the quiet miracle of standing up again. Through spiritual imagery and intimate reflection, the poem honors the beauty found within our imperfections. In the silent cathedral of broken moments, this poem becomes a prayer for those who carry their scars in quiet dignity. A Hymn for the Broken Hours speaks to the fragile courage of continuing to love, sing, and hope despite the weight of past ruin. A Hymn for the Broken Hours explores the spiritual landscape of human vulnerability. Blending sacred imagery with themes of failure, grace, and perseverance, the poem suggests that redemption is not found in perfection but in the willingness to rise again with trembling faith. A poem about failure, grace, and the quiet courage to keep going. A Hymn for the Broken Hours reminds us that even the most fragile voices can still sing a hallelujah.

For the nights that refused to end. For the people who lie awake staring at the ceiling, replaying memories, overthinking small moments, and carrying quiet battles no one else can see. For those who laugh at their own chaos because sometimes humor is the only thing keeping the darkness from winning. And for anyone who has ever felt lost, tired, or unsure of where life is going - but kept going anyway. This book is for you. Your not alone💜

A sad poem showing the true nature of death and time of grief

i lost my way and need a home to stay in. a poetry collection ©2025, ND