Poet Stories

For while we are still in this tent, we groan under our burden, because we wish not to be unclothed but to be further clothed, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. He who has prepared us for this very thing is God, who has given us the Spirit as a guarantee. - 2 Corinthians 5:4-5

•°•~☆~•°•𝕿𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖔, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑•°•~☆~•°• ●~~𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔~~● "You can't keep me forever." ~Her "Watch me." ~Him (TARA × NIKOLAI)

"I'll be fine as long as I keep hearing your heartbeats against me, Bambi." "..." "I hear you, don't worry. Even if you can't voice yourself out, I still hear you. And I love you." In which their story begins like a fairytale, and ends like a Greek tragedy. OR In which Chan accidentally finds a girl, untouched by the harshness of the world, and falls head over heels for her. Seeking the perfect love with the perfect girl, for a brief moment, everything is a dream... until reality calls for them again, and the dream shatters. - a Bang Chan fanfiction - romance + angst - slice of life - yes, I'm deranged enough to do this to you (and you'll see exactly why)

❝Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should've seen me.❞ Mead Schlachter is known to District 10 as a poet, a butcher, and someone who couldn't be less in favor with fate. Secrets lie between the gaps of the memories she chooses to omit, though with the 66th Hunger Games drawing nearer her efforts will see to be all but in vain. For while the life of a butcher is one she claims, it soon won't be only animals she has to slaughter. ------------------------------------------ Hunger Games, the concept and its characters, belong to Suzanne Collins. May include spoilers from SOTR

Dear Diary, Today, I remembered that crowns are not made of gold. They are made of survival. They are forged from girls who were told to be quiet but learned to speak. From women who were told to be less but became more. From hearts that broke, healed, and found the courage to beat louder than before. They called her dramatic when she spoke. Difficult when she questioned. Rebellious when she refused to bow. So she picked up a pen. the Queen Diaries is not a story of princesses waiting to be saved like damsel in distress. It is a collection of poetic diary entries written by queens - queens who were never given thrones, only battles. Queens who have been silenced, underestimated, broken, healed, and reborn. Through intimate confessions, silent battles, fierce rebellions, and quiet moments of hope, these pages explore feminism, womanhood, identity, resilience, self-love, and the lifelong journey of becoming. These are not merely poems. They are confessions. They are revolutions. They are crowns woven from words. Each entry is a fragment of a kingdom built from courage. Some pages carry heartbreak. Some burn with rage. Others bloom with healing and hope. Together, they tell the story of women refusing to shrink themselves for the comfort of others and discovering that their power was never something the world could give - or take away. This is not a diary of fairy tales. It is a diary of survival. Of resistance. Of becoming. So, turn the page. You may find pieces of yourself between the lines. Because every scar is a chapter. Every voice is a revolution. Every woman is a queen. Welcome to the Queen Diaries. A queen is waiting to tell her story. Perhaps, she is you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

You rode across the town within your carriage, Insisting, demanding to greet the village. For royalty, such gestures were a disgrace, Yet you smiled with joy shining on your face. You waved to the people, carefree and bright, As though every moment felt perfectly right. And that was the moment I first noticed you, The moment my heart saw something so true. That was the day, without even a look, You found your way into the pages of my book. - L.HS

I turn my grief into verses so it has somewhere to sit quietly.

Aira Sharma was eighteen when she went to Amritsar for a wedding. She expected two weeks of music, flowers, family chaos and her first reunion with the best friend she'd grown up with. She didn't expect a stranger. A boy with ocean-blue eyes, a ridiculous smile and an irritating habit of making her angry for no reason. Their first meeting lasted only a moment. Some moments, however, have a strange way of lasting much longer than they should. Between old friendships, new beginnings, stolen glances, endless teasing and a love story unfolding somewhere in the background, Aira's life begins to change in ways she never planned. Because sometimes the people who enter your life for a moment leave behind something that takes years to understand. And sometimes... the most beautiful stories are the ones you don't realize are breaking your heart until the very end. Some flowers are meant to bloom. Some are meant to be remembered.

This is a collection of poems I've written over the course of the years. Some will be recent, while others are from years ago. Some will rhyme, while others will be free verse. There are various themes within this book, from nature to love and grief. A lot of these poems are what I have come up with off the top of my head. I hope that these poems will resonate with those who read it.

روایتی از یک عشق تابستانی؛ کیم تهیونگ خواننده تازه‌کاریه که تصمیم گرفته به یک کمپ تابستونی بره. در سفری که پیش‌رو داره، احساساتش رشد می‌کنه و چیز‌های جدیدی رو تجربه می‌کنه. و همسفرش در این مسیر، جئون جونگکوکه!

"ओ रंगरेज़ तेरे रंग दरिया में हाय नहीं रहना दूजा बन के डूबना है बस तेरा बन के" 🌟Meet:- AKRITI ARORA, a 16-year-old commerce student known for her bubbly personality, dramatic expressions, and fierce confidence. A girl who loves dancing, singing, and making people smile, she dreams of becoming a professional semi-classical dancer. Beneath her cheerful nature lies an emotional heart that believes in love and dreams of being cherished wholeheartedly. But what happens when Krishav Malhotra enters her life? Will he become the love she always dreamed of... or just another lesson in disguise? 🌟Meet:- KRISHAV MALHOTRA, a 17-year-old commerce student-calm, disciplined, and admired for his charming personality. Passionate about cricket and fond of sketching, he dreams of becoming a renowned cricketer while struggling between his dreams and his parents' expectations. Reserved by nature, he has never truly believed in love, considering cricket to be his first and only love. But what happens when a girl with endless dreams and an infectious smile walks into his world? Will Akriti become his biggest distraction... or the reason he finally believes in love? Between dreams, expectations, laughter, and unspoken feelings-two hearts collide to prove that sometimes... love arrives when you least expect it. © All rights reserved. Do not copy, translate, or redistribute this story without permission.

❝𝐀 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬.❞ Mead Schlachter's win in the Hunger Games came at a cost that extended far past the arena's bounds and now every year she's forced to entertain the Capitol in order to keep the ones she loves alive. Now, three years later, as the 69th Hunger Games approach and names are drawn, Mead must ask herself how much farther she'd go for someone she loves, even if it means going against what she believes. ------------------------------------------ Book 2 of The Stars The Moon Brings Hunger Games, the concept and its characters, belong to Suzanne Collins. Mentions and instances of the main character harming herself are going to likely be repeatedly present during this fic.

A series of poetry that I wrote about discovering the different types and tropes of love.

poems by britney ✨

An homage to self, body, and mind.

Grave of Unsaid Words is a collection of incomplete poems born from the silences I once carried. The conversations that never happened, the confessions that never crossed my lips, and the feelings buried. This collection is an invitation to walk among those memories, to revisit what was cherished, mourn what was lost, and find beauty in the things that remained unfinished.

{🏆🥈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 by Wattpad Poetry Ambassadors profile @Poetry. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

I hear their roars echo through time, louder than any voice that lives today.

Modern poems written in Pink.

A king. A soldier. And a poet. When seventeen-year-old Vance inherits the throne of Nevallas, he has little time to become the king his kingdom needs. With war approaching, he turns to the two people he trusts most: Valeria, a soldier sworn to protect him, and Elias, a poet who has loved Valeria in silence for years. Then Vance falls for her too. And when Valeria is sent to the frontlines, three hearts are left fighting a war of their own. Because crowns demand sacrifice. So does love.