Narrativepoetry Stories

# The Man Behind the Scissors A poem about education, expectations, responsibility, and the quiet struggle of survival. **The Man Behind the Scissors** follows a man who studied, graduated, searched for a career, and dreamed of stability-but found himself holding scissors instead of sitting behind a corporate desk. Because sometimes life takes us to places we never planned to go. And there is no shame in honest work. There is only a story behind every person we see working to keep their family afloat. This poem is a reflection on the gap between education and opportunity, and the sacrifices people make when dreams have to wait for survival. A poem inspired by a real struggle, written with empathy and emotion. **Written solely by Lavanya Y. Rao.** **© 2026 Lavanya Y. Rao. All rights reserved.** This work is original and protected by copyright. No part of this poem may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, or adapted without the author's prior written permission.

When it is too hard to take even a single step, facing the day feels tough, keeping you awake at night. When you don't know whom to turn to, trying to become your own strength... This book is for everyone out there struggling to stay sane. This collection is a narrative journey through hardships and hopelessness towards self love, faith, hope and inner strength. It is for anyone who has ever felt stranded in the wreckage of broken trust, waiting for a helping hand that never comes. It is an honest look at the silent, invisible battles we fight with our own past failures and the difficult choice to stand up and keep walking anyway. Copyright © 2026 by STARRYNIGHTSINK. All rights reserved.

Two men, one dusty street, and a clock tower striking twelve. In the blistering heat of a frontier town, a young man with trembling hands faces a stranger whose eyes hold a coming storm. What happens in the seconds between the draw and the dust settling will echo long after the gun smoke fades. Nothing good happens at high noon. A short narrative poem about fear, consequence, and surprise. enjoy :3

This is another anthology of poems I made way back in 2019, where I continued writing poems for fun and to kill boredom being alone at home.

A collection of poems telling a story, starting from sunrise to sunset. Inspired by Vanessa Carlton's Be Not Nobody.

The mammoth red Spider first asked Little Miss Muffet for her two eyes of deep brown hue. It had six eyes, and It wanted two more. Would pretty Little Miss Muffet kindly indulge? 🕸🕷

collection of random stories →will contain narrative stories, oneshots →will have some thrilling stories → horror and romantic both type of short stories. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Peoms about real life shit. My real life shit. I write songs or poems when I need to get shit out of my head. I guess I just splurge everything out into poems or songs when i get overwhelmed or want to cry but it won't come out.

The first mission of the Mass Effect trilogy in rhythmical verse through the mind of a vanguard shield-maiden. The reapers are here.

"Truth Hurts" is a raw and reflective conversation between two souls ... or maybe, two sides of the same one. It's poetry wrapped in emotion, built on fear, hope, pressure, and survival. This piece explores what it feels like to mentor others while barely holding yourself together, to dream big while being haunted by doubt, and to live in a world that doesn't always make space for peace. Some truths are uncomfortable but they still need to be said.

Will you pay tribute?

We're all mariners reclaiming the parts of us that were stolen away by the stern waltz of the waters. Crossing in the dark, where waves of disappointments and restrictions might crash on us. That whisper will echo through the right path, lighting up the dimmed hopes to see your beautiful depths, and splashing us towards the path of growth and uncharted ending.

On the longest night of the year, Brianna returns to the Glow Festival, seeking light in the shadows of grief. It's a lyrical low-fantasy verse narration of ritual and remembrance.

A quiet cry for help from the edge of loneliness.

"Hemlock, foxglove, nightshade three - / Shield me from catastrophe. / Silent lungs and final weeps. / Send my monsters back to sleep." Olden World, c. 1866: Shy Callum, the Seamstress's son, is an easy target for the village bullies. When Callum accepts help from a mysterious magick man to punish his tormentors, he finds himself in even more danger than before. _____ HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in CautionaryTale/Cautionary (February, 2023) #1 in Doves (June, 2023) #1 in Symbolism (February, 2023) #2 in Allegory (February, 2023) #2 in DarkFairyTale (February, 2023) #2 in Rhyming (June, 2023) _____ AWARDS: 🥇 1st place in Poetry | Elysian Awards (2022) | @laylagriffin_ 🥇 1st place in Best Cover | Elysian Awards (2022) | @laylagriffin_ 🥇 1st place in Poetry | Philosopher Awards (2023) | @PhilosopherAwards 🥇 1st place in Best Antagonist | Philosopher Awards (2023) | @PhilosopherAwards 🥇 1st place in Poetry | Daydreams Awards (2023) | @DreamlandOutreach 🥇 1st place in Poetry | Glorious Awards (2023) | @rockshower 🥇 1st place in Poetry | Crown Awards (2023) | @Tifari 🥈 2nd place in Poetry | Liberum Awards (2023) | @Maisha4

What if the fall was never a failure-but the first breath of freedom? This is a story imagined from sacred echoes-a poetic and philosophical retelling of creation, choice, sorrow, and divine tension. Through dialogues between God and Lucifer, Adam and Eve, and two modern voices wrestling with belief, this work explores the paradox at the heart of existence: Why must we suffer to grow? Why create something that might walk away? The Roads That Were Built is not here to answer. It is here to walk with you beside the questions you've never dared to silence. Myth. Theology. Poetry. Longing. You are invited to feel-and to remember- that you, too, are made of breath and clay.

❝A change in color for every shade of love.❞ Elle Fovs believes in soul mates. She believes that there's someone out there who will truly, madly and deeply fall in love with her. Her goal is to camouflage herself in order to comply with the desires of every person she meets, so that somewhere along the way, she can find her soul mate. In this compilation of letters in the form of poems from ex-lovers, Elle gets nine people to fall in love with her after she successfully mirrors the personality traits they want to see in a girl. Whether it's beauty, brains or bravery, she pretends to have it all. But the real question is, did any of them fall for who she really is? Did any of them fall in love with the taints under the layers of paint? ❝Sometimes, your soul mate is yourself. You have to be the love of your life until you can find that type of love in someone else.❞

The book was never meant to be opened. Inside its pages rest flowers, each preserving a story: a burden, ghosts, dreams, promises, a future that never arrived. Every bloom carries a memory, and every memory leaves behind a scent. As the reader journeys deeper into the matriarch's mysterious herbarium, a strange truth begins to emerge: the flowers are not merely telling stories-they are leading somewhere. Toward a place called the Ethereal Hour. Toward a garden where memories bloom forever. Toward a revelation that may change the reader forever.