Poembook Stories

This journal is a collection of reflections-each offering a glimpse into the writer's diverse perspectives and inner world. Within its pages lie poems, stories, and passing thoughts, each expressing a moment of emotion or contemplation. Like a dandelion carried by the wind, her thoughts drift beyond reach, ascending into the open sky-hoping that somewhere, someone will read them, and understand.

14 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ──────── ˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── There has always been an abyss residing in me. Something hollow and deep and empty. Something that screams to be heard. Something that aches for meaning in this haunting world. Through this collection I try to pick out the pieces of my heart and bleed out words that have haunted me. And maybe try to find peace with a truth that always scared me. because maybe this is how its meant to be : me, floating in the abyss of my misery ────────˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── ⟪ a c h i e v e m e n t s ⟫ ¶🥇 1st Place under "Best Poetry Collection Category" in "Ashes And Ink-Poetry Contest" ¶🥇 1st Place under "Sorrowed Quill (Poetry) Category" in "The Fathomless Verse Awards" ¶🥇 1st Place under "Best Poetry Collection Category" in "Nevergale : A Poetry Contest" ¶🥈 2nd Place under "Best Poetry Collection Category" in "Birthday Bash Mini Awards" ¶🥈 2nd Place under "Realm of Rhythm (Poetry) Category" in "Astral Arena || Loom's Awards" ¶🥉 3rd Place under "Golden Feathertail (Best Poetry) Category" in"Dragonhollow Mini Awards" ¶🥉 3rd Place under "Best Poem Category (Poem: Eternal Damnation)" in "Time Vortex Awards" ¶🥉 3rd Place under "Best Poetry Collection Category" in "Time Vortex Awards" ¶🏅 Honourable Mention under "Record of the Year Category" in "WHO Mini Awards" ¶🏅Honourable Mention under "Best Poetry Collection Category" in "The Nine Tailed Crown Awards" ¶🏅 Honourable Mention under "Best Poetry Collection Category" in "The Starfish Awards" ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poetrycollection (out of 34.5k stories) #1 in words (out of 16.5k stories) #1 in poembook (out of 15.8k stories) #1 in prose (out of 9.07k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.68k stories)

Midnight Poems is a collection of raw, haunting thoughts-written in the quiet hours when sleep won't come and the dark feels a little too honest. These aren't your typical love poems. They're messy, aching, and sometimes a bit twisted. If you've ever stayed up too late thinking about everything and nothing, this book is for you.

In the warmth of the summer, hot days drew lines, building the distance between two hearts. This collection of poems will immerse you in a bittersweet journey of love and craving for someone who once flew into your life like a plane against the sky. Each verse captures the core of the memories shared, gleaming moments full of laughter, dreams, and deep affection that blow in the heart. However, seasons change, and so do people. These poems reflect on the ache of missing someone who has transformed into a stranger, leaving an empty spot where love once grew, and vivid imagery becomes stark. These poems invite readers to explore the knots of connection, loss, and people who used to cherish. Inspired by Shaskper play "Hamlet" and a friend's story.

Chronicles of a Withered Soul is a raw and haunting collection that strips the human experience to its bones. In these pages, pain is not hidden-it is confronted, dissected, and sometimes even embraced. Through gothic undertones, spoken-word rhythm, and confessional honesty, this collection explores love, loss, identity, mental illness, and the aching desire to be understood. Despite the self-deprecating title, there is nothing mediocre about the vulnerability woven into each line. This is not poetry that begs to be pretty-it demands to be real.

These are just some random ideas I get once in a while. so basically just food for thought. ;D ps, please vote and comment on chapters you like

The lesson will repeat itself until you learn from it. This quote alone symbolizes the tale of A dance with A necromancer. A foretelling memoir of one woman's secret double life finding her in each and every lifetime. Chapter 1-4 will be previewed on Wattpad Full short story novel will be released and published on Barnes and noble press in 20 copies paperback and ebook on February 14th , 2026 .

'A lucid trip through the cosmos and constellations' ✦ 　　 　　　　　　　　　　　　 · . ✷ 　　 ✦ 　 　　 　　　　　　　　　　　✦ 　　 　　　　　　　　　　　　 · . ✷ 　　 　 　 ✷ 　　 ✦ 　　 　　　 　　　　　　　　　　　　 · . ✷ 　　 ✦

Late bloomer : someone who becomes successful, attractive, etc., at a later time in life than other people.

Poems to adore the Journey of Light are a way to experience an endless feeling. Welcoming the warm light & Cherish the freedom of light. Fly to thrive in all dimensions of the universe. I wrote all of these poems in the shape of water. experiencing a unique and distinct shade of feeling. Gently saying, the nature of water is that it doesn't have a shape. # Lamborghini Miura . # Ode style Poems @luna_elsol_ [Instagram] # Beloved Amour ♥️🌙☯️ : The whole universe conspires for love; let my love in poetry flow into the light itself by breath of grace. # Each poem is carried into the breath of a soulful constellation written in the universe by Rhythmic experience of alive and active amour. 月が綺麗ですね | tsuki ga kirei desu ne translates to "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" This phrase is a more poetic way of saying I love You. 1 Corinthians 13 : God's word Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes,and always perseveres. Love never fails. If it stays It is love If it ends Its a love story And If it never begins It is poetry . . . . . . . Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf" the beauty of simplicity is a real love. It's ordinary to love something beautiful, but it's beautiful to love something ordinary. Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you ❤️ Copyright ©Rohini Raja,2022

In days gone by, waves of drama overwhelmed Asunder's mental state. Instead of becoming a victim, the character moves from a state of victimization to empowerment by using journaling to declutter her mind and regain control. By capturing overwhelming drama on the page, the character prevents the negative thoughts from continuously circling, transforming a 'broken mind' into a proactive, 'cleared' state of being

»To the ones, who want to scream but can't get a single word out. The ones with a compassionate heart and a shattered soul. The desperate ones and the kind ones. To the ones that fight for themselves and for others, in order to get a voice. To raise their voice. To the ones, who don't want to be muted and want to scream. To the misunderstood and the silent ones. It's for you.« »Silent Words l »Loud Thoughts II © poems by herzschreiben (don't copy) II.oI.2o2I-

I created this collection of poetry to eventually publish them, if I could in the future. These poems are created by me. small excerpt from one of the poems "She was never the problem child. They assumed she would do great in life." - The Middle Child Do not steal them or feed them into AI. These were not AI generated, I thought of them myself.

grieving the death of mariame (all photos are from pinterest)

when the glass feathers fall im left to mourn.

These are my poems. I don't expect many to read them- just hoping one person feels understood. These are the poems I write when I need to make sense of myself. There are no cliffhangers, just truths, soft, sharp, broken, rebuilding. If you see yourself in any of them, then you're exactly where you're meant to be. TW: themes of emotional pain, numbness, grief, and healing. Nothing graphic. I update whenever inspiration hits.

A collection of thoughts that wander through the maze that is my mind.

He gave his heart away as a homeland and then he had to learn how to survive the exile. In a world made of myths and scattered golden dust, a man watches his own heart move away. Left "normal and heartless," he goes searching for a place to hide his dreamsonly to find that hope doesn't live in the past. It's a story about the reckoning we face when we love too much, and the light we find when we finally stop looking back.

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭; 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝- 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦-𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲? 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨." -------------- I have been stealing stars and descending into derived madness; it is to satisfy the parasite within me. These poems are all for them: to relieve the aching, to stop the itching. In this way, I hope to stay a little bit longer and touch the hearts of people feeling the same way.

{Poetry} ✦✦✦ "𝗖𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗰𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁. 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱𝘀, 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗱𝗲. 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲. 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗱. 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀, 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁." ✦✦✦ {Finished 2023}