Metaphoric Stories

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 :- [ 𝐱𝟴 ] Sometimes the words spill out messy... sometimes soft. This book is where they all landded. This book is a collection of poems that speak from the heart! Each poem captures a moment, a feeling or a thought that words often fail to say. The Symphony of Wings & Hearts reminds that even in silence, our hearts have their own music soft, gentle and endless.

「 Can you teach me how to be happy? 」 Fujiwara Ao has been living the past nineteen years of his life in ease. Born with the ideal background and blessed with enough talent, that's what most of the people presume. In their eyes, he was simply nothing more but a rich, unsociable, and self-centered person. But what they don't know, however, is that the truth is farther than expected. In reality, Ao has been abandoned. Suffering from a personal tragedy that until now continues to haunt him, he was shunned by his family and left on his own. Ever since then, he learns to separate himself from others. As each day passes in a monotonous cycle, Ao finds no more warmth nor color to his world. Then one day, Hashimoto Rie enters his life. Stubborn, eccentric and enigmatic, Rie ends up pulling Ao to her side and urges him to see through an invisible kaleidoscope that alters his perception of the world entirely. And like that, everything has changed. But change... doesn't necessarily mean that it's always for the best. Or...? - - - - - • cell phone novel • #26 in general fiction ; #13 in short story • completed ; edited

"You don't build a future in a town you're passing through, Harry," she replied, her voice barely steady. "I'm not passing through." "You always are." Harry Styles was a man defined by the exit sign. Between the sold-out stadiums, the hazy recording studios, and a life lived through a tour bus window and private jet, he was a ghost in motion. He was the man who left; she was the one who stayed behind, rooted in the hills of Arezzo like the perennials in her garden, blooming in a cycle he never stayed long enough to see. . Exhausted by the glare of fame, Harry retreats to a quiet town on the outskirts of Arezzo, seeking refuge from the expectations that have defined his life. In a modest house with a serene, vibrant garden, he rediscovers stillness and simplicity, finding comfort in small routines and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But even in this hidden corner of Tuscany, human connection finds a way in, stirring curiosity, trust, and the gentle possibility of something more.

*He was the moon. She was the ocean.* *A love written in metaphors, drunk calls, and 4 AM samosas - until fear did what nothing else could, and pulled the tide away.* *Some stories don't end. They just pause - waiting for the shore to remember its way back.* 🌙🌊

This is considered as an Allegory, Fable, and Literary Fiction with a touch of Freestyle and Narrative/Lyrical Poetry. These chapters are my map of hidden feelings and thoughts, written in my own way. This may be, the last labyrinth of my thoughts.. The Book cover is not mine, CTTO in Pinterest: Jinanajjur

A collection of poems about everything and nothing:)

An everlasting collection of my abstract thoughts. If this symbol [!] appears in a poem's title, it acts as a trigger warning for intense themes or language. If this symbol [?] appears in a poem's title, it acts as a trigger warning for possibly disturbing content.

I write these poems with one hope: that every word takes a little of the pain away:)

Who would've guessed that Death preferred Gucci over Louis Vuitton? Who would've guessed that heaven and hell isn't what you think it is? Well . . . no one did. But when Death gets bored, he shops; be it clothes or souls. [Welcome to Rinverse, we have Death and more deaths!] •Will be updated frequently because short novel •English

Every flower has a meaning. Some represent love. Some represent healing. Some represent remembrance. But in a small nursery called Valley Bloom, three flowers carry something deeper - the stories of those who survived dragons, storms, and war. And sometimes... the people who need those flowers most walk through the door. Three strangers. Three battles survived. A valley of fire, a storming sea, and a field of forgotten grief. Years later, fate brings them to the same quiet place... a small nursery where flowers carry stories of survival. Some blooms are more than just flowers. Sometimes, they are memories.

*We stack our lives upward with meaning. We tear them downward into nothing. Metanoism is the awareness of both motions - the flip of the coin, the noticing of the stack. This section introduces a new school of thought built on two metaphors: the Pool of Perception and the Coin and the Flip. Not yes, not no - but know.

Welcome to Poetry Roughbook. Not every poem begins as a masterpiece, and this one was never meant to be. Poetry Roughbook isn't a collection of perfect poems. Instead, it's a notebook of crossed-out lines, midnight thoughts, coffee stains, and messy drafts where ideas bloom, metaphors wander, and words slowly learn how to breathe. Every poem in these pages is based on prompts shared by Wattpad's Poetry Ambassadors. Each prompt is an invitation to experiment, challenge my creativity, and discover new ways to tell a story through verse. Some poems are polished. Others remain beautifully unfinished. Together, they capture a journey of learning, growing, and finding beauty in imperfection - one prompt, one page, and one poem at a time. This is a place for first attempts, quiet victories, imperfect metaphors, and poems that simply wanted to exist. So, if you don't mind a little mess, a little magic, and a lot of ink... Turn the page. I hope these pages feel a little like home. All poems are original unless stated otherwise. Prompt credits belong to their respective creators.

After all is said and done, a life begins anew. •completed [05/07/14]. •short story #245 [05/08/14] •cover was found on pexels. no copyright intended. all rights go to the original owner. •twenty-fourteen.

Some collected poems of mine about death

These are a few poems I wrote in 8th grade that stayed with me long after I finished writing them.

Just my personal poetry all together in one place, don't know if anyone will like it but oh well:)

A rambling, rather convoluted tale of the inner turmoil of a non-existent villain, written in a semi-delirious state of despondent hopelessness

Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten. This collection contains poems written for Versification by Wattpad Poetry Ambassadors profile @Poetry.

A collection of short stories and poems from a man known as Markus Mane, starting from his childhood to his last written words. It's a collection of stories that tells the true story about the writer behind the pen.

Flowers are often admired for their beauty, yet few ask what they endured before they bloomed. This collection gives a voice to flowers-each carrying its own story of loneliness, resilience, sacrifice, hope, and existence. Perhaps these poems are not only about flowers. Perhaps they are about us. © 2026 The Shadow of Zero. All Rights Reserved. No part of this collection may be reproduced, distributed, translated, or republished without the author's written permission.