Free-verse Stories

​"The night has said all it needs to say, but the ink isn't dry-it's just moving to a new page." ​From the creator of The Whispers of Night comes a companion volume born from the same soul, written by the same pen, and carrying the same beautifully enduring scars. ​The dark may be thinning, but the poet remains unchanged. ​The Whispers of Dawn does not promise a world free of shadows, nor does it offer shallow, fleeting warmth. Instead, it is an unfiltered look at the horizon through the eyes of a survivor. It is the quiet stillness that follows a lifetime of storms, where the fragments of heavy memories, deep-seated grief, and an unyielding devotion to the Divine Mother are held up to the first rays of morning light. ​Moving away from the suffocating cold of the winter cage, this collection steps onto a road of profound definition and universal acceptance. From the silent prayers offered at stone shrines to the fierce, complex sacrifices of love and survival, Evander Nightborne explores what it means to carry a fractured heart into an awakening world. ​The ghosts have been housed. The dawn is breaking. And through the gray mists of morning, the soul finally learns to breathe again.

In the stars tonight, seeing the dark sky. Moon so beautiful and bright, guiding throughout the night. #122 out of 98.7k stories in poems - 16/09/26

Words that'll touch your heart #1 in quotations 3.7.26

Content: - Poems (P) - Free verses (FV) - Haikus (H) - Songs (S) Backstories will be provided for each piece. All things I do not own that are referenced will be explained.

Hold the place you feel warmth, in a reflection of your thoughts. Where the light seems to hug the void in your life, that you feel. That you remember.

If only there was a way for us to still be on the same wavelength. Free-Verse Poem. - Written for The Shortys 2026! Prompt Inspo: Write about a person you remember perfectly, but who no longer remembers you.

just a collection of poems cuz we <3 poems. NO AI TOOL HAS BEEN USED IN THIS POEM BOOK

*Life is one fool thing after another, Love is two fools thing after each other, Philosophy is many fools thing after one another.*

Mynthaeren Brianna Marie Schuyler is tired. Tired of grieving. Tired of pretending she's okay. Tired of hearing her dad's voice in every quiet moment. Returning to the Glow Festival was meant to be a healing ritual. But the night has other plans. A ceremonial ice lantern. An opinionated sprite. And a haunting that cracks her wide open. As Brianna follows strings of emotion through the winter pines, she's forced to confront a truth she's been avoiding. Grief doesn't fade. It lingers. It loops. It demands to be faced.

A Collection of Poetry; written by someone who's still figuring it all out. [All Rights Reserved. This work was made without AI and may not be used to train AI. Cover art is also mine]

The poems flatten the thoughts of a girl longing for someone whose presence turns the ordinary moments into something complete. She expresses how every beautiful part of life feels incomplete without that one person.

A collection of shitty poems that I have written. I own the cover. Constructive criticism would be great. Pls comment anything I live for comments and flowers. Infrequent updates.

A free verse poetry collection revolving around themes of social justice and my past experiences with intolerance. Warning: this story contains STRONG LANGUAGE.

come delve into my world it's love it's darkness it's light it's shadiness let me take you on an adventure let me unfasten your heart despite the hardship despite the pain let me hold your hand let's embark on my ship the heart couldn't be truer instinct is your compass let me show you the world let me discover your heart come ## I'm not poetic in any way, so this is just a collection of free-verses I thought is worth sharing. Cover by @TheTigerWriter

My entry - a short story and a few poems - for the Shortys. Last year, my entries were bound by a lighthouse theme. This year, my theme is the darker side of love.

There are things we never name. A street we still remember without meaning to. A photograph we keep for reasons we cannot explain. A voice that belongs to another time. A place that feels different because someone once stood there. Somewhere between leaving and staying, between remembering and forgetting, there are little pieces of a life that refuse to disappear. Little Pieces of Everything is a collection of poems about what lingers-the moments that quietly follow us home, the people who become ghosts without ever dying, the love that was never given a proper ending, and the versions of ourselves that exist only in memory. Not every story has a beginning you can remember. Not every goodbye sounds like goodbye. And not everything we lose is truly gone. Perhaps some things are meant to remain- not as answers, but as little pieces of everything.

Written years before Willow Haven existed, these poems began returning to me one by one-fragments of love, memory, time, loss, darkness, hope, and things I had almost forgotten. I first wrote many of them when I was fourteen years ago. Then they became the roots of something I never could have imagined: the Willow Haven stories. When Memory Forgets, The Heart Remembers is the collection behind the world-the words that came first, disappeared, and somehow found their way home. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ One star is not enough. Some souls must become a constellation-enduring the storms of time, rooted like the willow, and finding Home in places the eyes cannot see.

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟗 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

miscellaneous thoughts & feelings 🌷 (i claim no rights to the art on or in this book. should you know their originators please let me know)

A collection of works for those who have loved, grieved, hoped, doubted, or simply searched for meaning, these poems serve as both a mirror and a companion-reminding us that even in our darkest moments, beauty can still be found, and every heartbeat carries the promise of another beginning.