Poesy Stories

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. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this book on any platform other than Wattpad, you may be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read the story in its original and safe form, please visit @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you for your support and happy reading! ♡ ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

{🏆🥈Versification 2026 Grand Daily Prompt Runner Up} 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 2026 contest by Wattpad Poetry Ambassadors profile @Poetry. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this book on any platform other than Wattpad, you may be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read the story in its original and safe form, please visit @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you for your support and happy reading! ♡ ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

Some doors are meant to remain unopened. Evelyn Wren, a sixteen year-old girl has always believed that old houses keep secrets. But she never expected her grandmother's abandoned house to keep a kingdom. When Evelyn discovers a silver pocket watch with no hands and a golden key hidden inside it, she finds herself standing before a door that shouldn't exist. Beyond it lies Eldoria. A forgotten kingdom tucked somewhere between dreams, memories, and time. A kingdom of moonlit forests and impossible trains. Of roses that remember names. Of mirrors that whisper tomorrow. Of a fox who collects lost things. And a mysterious boy who carries an entire minute inside a pocket watch. But Eldoria is dying. Its clocks are stopping. Its stars are disappearing. And the Queen of Almosts, Aurelia Vesper, will do anything to keep the kingdom from becoming forgotten. As Evelyn wanders deeper into Eldoria, she begins uncovering fragments of a story that started long before she arrived. A story involving her grandmother, a promise that was never kept, and a kingdom that may have been waiting for her all along. Because in Eldoria, nothing is ever truly lost. Not a name. Not a memory. Not a goodbye. And sometimes... the strangest journeys begin with the smallest door. Turn the key. Mind the clocks. And whatever you do- don't let Eldoria forget you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this book on any platform other than Wattpad, you may be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read the story in its original and safe form, please visit @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you for your support and happy reading! ♡ ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

Poetry is a way to convey the deepest of thoughts blooming inside you,the deepest of feelings that you behold,and above all, it is a way to reach the other's heart. The dove is depicted as a symbol of love,peace or as a messenger.And my poems are that dove(here:message)that glides over the melancholy night in your heart and lights the world up so you can see the dawn when you are lost,you can see all the inspiration of the world and all the hope you could ever see. Come and join that song of dreams and watch your mind and heart unfold as the dove mends them with its melody.

These are the products of my own imaginations and experiences, dressed in a poem to hide the pangs within me.

Random excerpts

These are just some thoughts of mine, which I clearly couldn't say without the anonymity on this site. I am curious what you think of my thoughts so pls tell me if you want.

..... ... Soft, like feather. Innocence and Chastity Entwined together. That angelic beauty, Similar to morning air, Some resemblance of purity. ...... .. ............ ... Elegantly styled with floral tiara. A beautiful poem of Tristan Tzara. I wanted to claim her mine. Undoubtedly, The beauty there, was a Devine.

Galaxies procreating worlds at the celestial touch of the cosmos...

A collection of poems written by me

Claire believes in plans. In fresh starts. In a life full of possibilities. Mirco believes in nothing-except that you can't rely on anyone. He's the kind of guy people warn you about: closed off, untouchable, with a life he keeps hidden in the shadows. And yet, he's exactly the one Claire can't seem to let go of. Between them, something begins to grow-something neither of them planned. Too intense. Too real. Too dangerous to ignore. But while Claire wants to explore the world, Mirco is still fighting his own. And when she leaves, she takes more than just memories with her. She takes him. And this time, he's ready to risk everything to get her back. ... **Scene excerpt:** "You're such an asshole," she gasped, brushing wet strands of hair out of her face. I just grinned. "Correct." My gaze drifted over her before I could stop it-her shirt was almost transparent now, the water leaving nothing to the imagination. "And you're screwed," I added quietly. She looked down at herself, then back at me. "I swear you do this on purpose!" I raised an eyebrow slightly. "I think you do." For a moment, everything between us went still. Just the soft sound of water moving. Just the way we were looking at each other. "What do you want, Mirco?" she asked eventually. I held her gaze. Direct. Too long. I. Want. You. But I didn't say it. Instead, I placed my hands on her waist and pulled her under the water. The picture is from Pinterest

inking out the unspoken thoughts

A collection of my self-written poems and more to come.

My whole life I've been quiet about the most important things Didn't spoke my mind when I really needed to But couldn't hold back to make them laugh My mind Begging me to speak for what matters Full of words Aching to be heard So I decided to tell you Cover by @_SylvieLoki_

this is a book of one sentence poetry, poetry where you know the feelings that they explain. each poem may be short, but they represent a million words. updates quite often not gonna lie #3 in poesy

Having kicked the sickness, our protagonist drives a few thousand miles from Austin to Chicago, then from Chicago to Winchester, VA to house sit. While staying in a haunted house from the 19th century, still recovering from sickness and moments of weakness, our protagonist completes more than 100 sonnets in a fever dream, over the span of sullen 3 days and waking nights. Then our protagonist drives on to Austin wherein sickness resumes.

just words no one needs but which are existing and totally beautiful

Tiny little thought i had in class turned into...poems? little storys?

Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than the stories and the people we're quoting.