Metaphors Stories

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.

Exploring what stories are hidden inside the wrappers with a simple metaphor "Life is a box of chocolates"―while still searching for my socks This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva If you think this description is a 96.8% copy paste from my previous book..... YES IT IS. (⛩⏢⛩) If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

i give too much meaning to things

Just some poems I wrote. Mostly psychological, philosophical and metaphorical

Hello and Namaste whoever stopped by here. Poetry is a beautiful way of communication. It's the remedy of your messy thoughts. This book has got the collection of poems that I used to write during such times. Hope you can find yourself in my words, and relate yourself to the metaphors. Thank you for stopping by. Keep reading.☺😊 Enjoy and keep sharing yours too.

a penny for a thought? checked off the ballot. go on with your boat in this river overwrought. ©All Rights Reserved aloeverasie © Cover aloeversie © Photograph aloverasie © Poems

All between 500 and 1000 words. Some of them are violent and have some sensitive topics, but I'll add a TW if it's really bad, but just be aware of that. Hope you enjoy! Feel free to give me feedback too!

an additional collection of poetry about anything and everything. just the yearnings of a desperate mind, really.

As humans, we have a tendency to leave things up to fate...if we don't get something, we deem it as something that was never meant for us in the first place. But what if it was meant for us, but we just weren't brave enough to decide and claim it?

A spoken-word series about boys growing into expectations, fathers passing down truths, and the strange silence that lives at 30,000 feet. This flight is only just beginning.

What happens when the world goes quiet, but your mind doesn't? 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 isn't a story. It's a series of moments, the kind you don't talk about in daylight. The kind that sit with you when the room is dark, when the clock is too loud, when sleep refuses to be kind. These poems don't ask to be understood. They ask to be felt. From fragile beauty hidden in unexpected places, to silent battles no one sees, to thoughts that linger somewhere between breaking and becoming, this collection moves like the night itself-soft, restless, and a little unforgiving. Some poems will feel like comfort. Some will feel like confrontation. And some will feel like they were written from a place you've been trying to avoid. Read it slowly. Or don't. The night doesn't rush. And neither do the truths waiting inside it.

the title was based off the idea that often when you lose something you view as insignificant, it later proves to be worth much more.

[ONGOING] [WLW] Coralie remembered everything from her life before she drowned. Every scar. Every goodbye. Every detail razor-sharp. Except for one thing. Or one person. Except. That was 2 years ago. Memories are like sand - the harder you clutch them, the faster they slip away. And Coralie is still drowning in one question: Who-or what-did she lose between her fingers? [I post every 2-3 days]

a collection inspired by greek mythology

"Two souls, two oceans, yet a single fire burning through the silence." In an uncharted intersection of time, an impossible encounter unfolds. She is a sea of storms veiled in ash; I am a serene current adorned with light. Yet, at the darkest heart of the ocean, we chose to embark on a voyage together. Until We Meet Again in the South is a journey of a love that does not demand possession, a parting that brings wisdom, and a silent vow that transcends the horizon. When the compass points to diverging paths and our shared voyage must end, will the remnants of our stories be enough to sustain the journey home? Discover a tale of the courage to let go, the strength found in the shadows, and the hope that drifts upon the Southern winds. Because sometimes, a farewell is just the universe's way of preparing for a more eternal reunion-or perhaps, it is simply another way to learn how to love in the midst of absence?

his name is blue. he's color blue. he thinks blue. he feels blue. he's always blue. ©aloeverasie2017

"Stupid Samuel and Other Stories" is a literary collection of stories, mostly satirical, commenting on social, political and other issues. This book also contains Interrogative pieces that explore the human condition, including but not limited to, debilitating phobias, alternative reality, and cultural beliefs. #1 in Literature stories (02.08.2026) ----- © 2026 J. Lee Kennedy. All rights reserved. Cover design © 2026 J. Lee Kennedy. Images used in this work belong to their respective copyright holders and are used under license or in accordance with applicable Creative Commons terms. Edited or altered images are copyrighted by the author in their final form.

This is a story based in the universe of Fallout. This story follows Axel while they survive a nuclear future, meeting people on the way.

A poetry collection of love poems and eco poetry highest rankings: #1 in core core 3/26/24 #1 in nature poem 3/26/24

A social observation on clout-chasers, especially in the era when the Internet spread memes faster than a gunshot and ends it so abruptedly. It is a metaphor driven piece, and it follows around a lobster, Formula One, and sociology. Stick around to discover how they all weave into the same catagory of clout-chasers.