Instawriters Stories

Poems about emotional relationships and broken hearts.. - drowning - "as leaks in a boat i cry" The boat represents all of me Water represents Love, hate, jealously stress, sadness Anger ALL emotions A leak in my boat Emotions flood my soul, mind, spirit I am dead inside

What can be explained is not poetry. ~ William Butler Yeats Cover design by @ubiquitously

Creating a life, I love

The hopeless romantics write Eternal songs of delight "Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love." ~ The Prophet (Kahlil Gibran)

Understand a piece of yourself

Having a guy best friend was my favorite part of my every day life. We still had sleep overs like normal best friends, he drove me around in his car, I drove him in mine, we would tease and play with each other like normal too. The only think that sucks about having a guy best friend, is the moment you realize you're in love with someone you already have... but not in the way you want.

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🌱 ROOTS BEFORE WINGS 🕊️ Kuch sapne marks se bade hote hain... Ek ladka... jo "average student" ke tag se bahar nikalna chahta hai. Jise judge kiya gaya, samjha nahi gaya. Par uske sapne... unka scale system se nahi, uske jazbaat se naapte hain. Yeh kahaani un sab logon ke liye hai jo marksheet ke peeche nahi, apni value ke peeche bhagte hain. Jo apne sapno ko reality banana chahte hain... chahe duniya kuch bhi kahe 💯🔥. "Before I could fly, I had to grow underground. Before I could rise, I had to break in silence. This is for the ones who are growing where no one sees - your wings are coming." 🌿 #RootsBeforeWings 📖 By @voiceless__vibes About the Story.. Aaditya was just an average boy in class. He didn't hate books, but they never loved him back. His best friend, Rohan, was always on top-top marks, top praise, top attention. Sometimes, Aaditya felt proud of Rohan. But sometimes, deep inside, he felt a little jealous. Not because Rohan was smart, but because the world only respected that. No one noticed how good Aaditya was in other things-creative ideas, business thoughts, and dreams no one could see. But lately, one thing made Aaditya pick up his books-her. The girl he liked, the girl who smiled at toppers.

Now we're both lost in our own way, Somewhere far away I am Somewhere far away you are.

LIFE FEELS SENSELESS TO GET YOUR PERCEPTION, WISDOM LIES IN REALIZING IT AND BEAUTY LIES IN DECIPHERING THE OBJECTIVE BEHIND.

Special for those who keeps secrets in there own mind.. Finally i realise my own weakness in my own life which is being dependent I waited for him so long that it made me hallow from inside

My poem is just a hint of real experience.It's my poem after 1.5 years of slump. Genre: Spiritual,Horror

Poem

Not everyone gets to build experiences that last for a lifetime! The Golden period of my life started when I entered Ankara,Turkey . This story is about my thrilling entry into the city of Ankara....every single moment is a personal experience...hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing and re-living it...

An anthology. I don't know everything about love but I can tell you that love has it's own friends: Pain, happiness and others. Read for more...

When does poetree begin? With the first lines of love? When youth brings in shame? Chemical reactions in the brain

Lately, I've been a little too accurate, I need new challenges The ordinance is the same: If you roll backward, then you do the calendar. Raghav-write

Mastery requires genuine effort, dedication and patience. This collection of short poems is my follow-up book after "Brevity". I am overwhelmed by the immense support and love that I received from the poetry community here on Wattpad on "Brevity". I hope to continue writing these micro poems and write better every time. I update when time and passion allows me to do so. Thank you for reading. #1 in #micropoetry on 20/02/19

Love stories

From miss to mrs, From uterus to a womb, She shed clots of red but not a single drop of tear She wasted lots of plead but not a single word for guilt She played games of thrones but never begged for love She is a mystery called as women thousand of years you will wonder for !