Poems Stories

★#1 IN FAE RISE SAGA★ "I have been your guardian angel these past few months." He proclaimed with a mocking smile. I sighed and shook my head slowly. "..... Oh Puck. You're a lot of things, but you're no guardian angel." Shy, homeschooled teenage girl Lisa Corothy, prefers to live a quiet life surrounded by books and cats. But when she attends a weekly homeschool co-op, her plans go astray. Because of another attendee named Puck. Puck is the walking biohazard of charisma and danger Lisa never wanted. Until she discovers he is what she has been looking for. As Lisa digs deeper into Puck's background, she begins to put herself in danger for reasons only Puck knows. And he becomes the only one that can protect her. Because he is 'one of them'. And by them, I mean the Faeries. Meanwhile, Lisa's older sister Alexandra tries to recover from a painful breakup, and is determined to let God write her love story. Could a socially awkward Romanian boy be the answer to her prayers?

let me. let me begin. let me begin again.

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 :- [ 𝐱𝟕 ] 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.

🏆 THE AMBY AWARDS 2024 FAVORITE 🏆 Deep within the recesses of one's heart is a sanctuary, a special place where one can dwell without fear or despair. A collection of poems that speak from the heart, each page features the author's original art and photography. #1 in poems 2023/08/29 #1 in poetry 2023/06/28 #2 in poem 2023/09/21 #6 in free verse 2023/06/25 #6 in ballad 2023/06/24 #10 in rhyme 2023/05/29 #12 in dark poetry 2023/05/30 Cover Design by IrenicJ_stories

A collection of poems about the things I never said out loud. About loving quietly. About feeling invisible in a room full of people. About pretending to be okay. These aren't poems. They're the thoughts that stayed.

Poetry. It does not wash away my grief, but it understands it. It does not bounce on my ideas; it enriches them with its beautiful words. Poetry: I have lived in it more than I have lived in Life itself. But Life is beautiful, and I have time. ___________________________________________________________________ A collection of poems. Inspired by many famous books, thoughts of my own, and things that are unspoken for. STARTED: FEBRUARY 12, 2026 COMPLETED:??

Pond Naravit was a thief before he was anything else. He grew up believing life had nothing good waiting for him-until one day, he saw Phuwin. Phuwin: A boy with a stack of books, a gentle smile, and a heart so different from his own. For the first time, Pond began to wonder if maybe life was not only about surviving. Maybe there was something worth changing for. But some mistakes refuse to disappear. When the police came knocking, Pond lost everything. Six months behind bars, a broken heart, and the one person he loved left behind. Because before they took him away, Pond was the one who pushed Phuwin away. "Leave me. You deserve better." Now, out of prison, Pond has a new life, a small job, and an Instagram account filled with poems. Because he can't return to the same boy he once told to leave. So he writes instead.

These are the letters, I wrote beneath the moonlight, the words I never dared to send, to the one who will never read them. But still, I write. I bleed. I remember.

This contains my poems, shayari, and random thoughts-the kind of things I write for no reason at all (or maybe for every one out there who feel the same). A little chaos, a little heart, and a lot of feelings in between. Hope you enjoy !!!<3

Wang Anshi and Sima Guang were best friends, but they parted ways due to their different opinions on Xining Reformation. At that time, Zhao Xu, Emperor of Northern Song Dynasty, was in power of this empire. The Northern Song Dynasty tried to appease Liao and Western Xia. The dispute between Reformist Party, led by Wang Anshi, and Conservative Party, led by Sima Guang, increased the political turmoil and uncertainties of Northern Song Dynasty. At that critical moment, Liao and Western Xia conspired to force Northern Song Dynasty into an irreparable situation. The strange case of Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang brought them together to investigate the truth. Then, Northern Song Dynasty won the Battle of Xihe. Zhao Xu was so excited that he gave Wang Anshi his jade belt as a reward. Could Wang Anshi and Sima Guang become best friends again? In the turbulent situation of Northern Song Dynasty, could they put aside their past conflicts and turn danger into safety? Could they fulfill their youthful oath, live and die together, and leave their names in history? Thousands of years later, all things are gone. Only the fragrance of laurel branch remains, and the river flowing in vain, as the sound of eternal injustice. This story is completely fictional. Please do not project it onto real historical events. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Couverture: The National Palace Museum Collection. Jiang Tingxi, Sweet Osmanthus (detail), during the Qing Dynasty. © 2024 NATIONAL PALACE MUSEUM. Printed book and E-book on Blurb: https://www.blurb.ca/b/12947028-fragrance-of-laurel-branch

Hey! I'm a fan of haikus and I was thinking, just like my drawings book, that I wanna share the haikus I write. I also wanna write to let go of my feelings and stuff so yeah Most of them are going to be poems now though cause I have kinda moved to different types like they aren't only haikus Anyways hope u guys like them 💙💙💙

Sometimes, I feel like no one truly likes me. Maybe I come off as strange, maybe I don't act the way people expect me to. But deep inside, I keep asking myself: what did I really do to deserve this? Yes, I say unusual things sometimes, but isn't that what we all do when we think we are safe, when we believe we're around friends who won't judge us? I thought I had that once. My behavior might be different, but that doesn't mean my heart is wrong. I didn't choose how I look, or how my words sometimes stumble out. Still, people make it a reason to laugh, to push me aside, to make me feel like a joke. It hurts more than I can ever explain - being treated like I don't belong, like I'm invisible. I'm not trying to be someone I'm not. I'm just trying to exist, to breathe, to feel alive in a world that always points out how "different" I am. And then there was him. The boy I once thought was my friend. The boy I trusted enough to tell my secrets - the ones I hide from everyone else. I told him how I feel ugly, how I feel people are always judging me, how my voice trembles when I try to speak. Maybe I shouldn't have. Because after opening my heart, I started to hate myself more. I started to see myself the way the world sees me: not enough, never enough. I was only 12, just a child in so many ways, but I still tried to comfort him. I tried to be there for him even while I was struggling myself. People think I don't have a brain or respect, that I'm just a "weird girl" who talks too much. But the truth is, I only feel too deeply. I never meant to force my love or my care onto anyone. I just wanted to be understood, to be loved without being laughed at. I loved him - I still do. He broke me, yet my heart never stopped choosing him. To others he was just a boy; to me, he was everything. I saw his soul when the world only saw his face.

My own poem collection. "ThoughtsWrittenInInk" I hope you guys like it XOXO❤️ #14 In poems #6 randomness #22 Poem book

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.

These poems wished to be songs A collection of feelings, thoughts and hopes I never said at loud By Enero13

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡. This book is a collection of my everyday affirmations and poems.

An ongoing collection of my original poems and verses.

a pouring of thought, aka the shitty poems of a fifteen year old girl.

a collection of unfiltered emotion and beautiful destruction

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