Poeticjustice Stories

"What endless trials have we endured?" "What did I recieve in dowry?" "What kind of sight is this?" 💭🖇💟 All photos and aesthetic used in this work belongs to their respective owners.... Please don't copy, feel free to like, comment💞:-)

"It's not enough that I'm flat on my face, they want to make sure I die with my face crushed into the mud." "The memory ends and I'm left with it's remnants... a dream broken and jagged around the edges like shards of glass. Once something beautiful, and now just one more knife in me. One more pain to add to my collection. Everything that could have been and should have been and would have been swirling in my head like bees. But the fates had other plans. The fates wanted me to suffer." It's the 25th Hunger Games. The First Quarter Quell. District citizens are meant to pick their tributes. For most districts, it's a difficult, tense, painful decision. But for District 8, the female tribute is an obvious choice. Satinia Young considered herself happy until about a month ago. Then her world came crashing down around her. Already an outcast, her revenge only cemented her fate. One foot in the grave, she is caught between fighting for her life and giving in to the tragedy that already consumes her. But she has a secret that could be her salvation, or the final nail in her coffin. TW: Vomiting, gore, sexualization of a tribute, sexual innuendo.

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.

ඔය කියන දේවලට පොඩ්ඩක් කන් දෙන්න...

Walking back home the thoughts encage my head and then words come dripping out of my mind. This is just a collection of some of them, that mesmerised me as well. The ones that I could'nt believe were mine. The thoughts, the ideas, the magic in the lines and in each word. I want everyone to feel them too. So, if you feel wht i felt. Don't forget to give me a feedback too.

Los mismos poemas que en ingles, igual de horribles y todo pero al menos voy a intentar que estos rimen.

Sweet little unforgettable Things. 🍒

suspended in this limbo i wonder and i wonder and i wonder am i even alive anymore? ~ a collection of poetry

Compilation of Spoken Word Poetry by Celeste Mada

Indra, a dangerous revolutionary, surrenders to his enemy the Triloka Empire, catching them off guard with an irresistible proposition - the revelation of his deepest secrets. However, he sets forth a condition, demanding to collaborate solely with the empire's revered first sword, Arshia. Inside the impenetrable confines of the nation's deadliest prison, the daring revolutionary unveils a mesmerizing tale. Weaving a narrative that spans from his humble origins in the labyrinthine streets of Ambar to his wizardly pursuits in the university, and ultimately, to the zenith of his ascent as the revolutionary leader of the Asura. What to expect. - Poetic Prose - Slow pace - Kingkiller vibes - South Asian vibes - Some typos that I kindly ask you people to point out.

Quote for this book: There is no greater glory than love, and no greater punishment than jealousy - Unknown. Belladonna Garrow has spent her years watching someone else live the life she always wanted. A life with a loving family, surrounded by loyal friends, radiates happiness, and pulls the attention from all around. While everyone else seems to have a place in the world, Bella is left with loneliness, silence, and a growing bitterness she can go longer ignore or suppress. When she discovers a mysterious book said to grant every wish, fulfill every desire, and answer every selfish thought hidden within its pages, Bella sees an opportunity. Finally, she believes she has a way to rewrite fate in her favor. And take the life she believes she deserves. But some books are not meant to give. Some are meant to take, to teach, and to rectify. And when jealousy guides the pen, the consequences are written in ink that cannot be erased. A short dark fantasy about envy, karma, and the price of wishing for something that isn't yours. Poetic Justice mildly explores themes of envy, emotional neglect, bitterness, and the consequences of selfish desires. If any of this feels too heavy or triggering, I ask that you proceed with caution or not at all.

These poems mainly covers the topics of love, whether it with a friendly love or a true love or even a hurting love. I hope (if you decide to read my poems) that you enjoy them and they can help you overcome your struggles. Happy Reading!

Just a random collection of poems that I wrote. Includes poetry about love, heartbreak, depression, best friend breakup, suicidal thoughts and other feelings & emotions I cannot name. Honestly, it's just a collection of those random sad thoughts and feeling of patheticness you get every once in a while. There's also (some) happy stuff in there ig.

A Citizen Between Worlds is a free-verse poem about existing between reality and imagination. It explores how fictional universes become more than stories-they become emotional landscapes that the speaker inhabits in dreams and carries into waking life. Rather than escaping Earth, the speaker reframes it through the wonder, hope, and mythology of imagined worlds, using them as a way to endure the weight of everyday existence. It is ultimately a meditation on solitude, imagination, resilience, and the invisible worlds that keep us alive.

speaks of different ways the devil tempts us daily and how we have to be on guard.

hese poems explore the juxtaposition of beauty and disenchantment, revealing the complexity of human experiences. Nature and love poems capture the fleeting beauty of the world, often tinged with longing or loss. Epic and modernist works highlight human struggles against fate or societal pressures, where heroism meets sorrow. Confessional and political poems delve into personal and social disillusionment, finding beauty in raw truth and resilience. Symbolist and surrealist poetry uses dreamlike images to reveal hidden layers of reality, while minimalist forms like haikus distill beauty from single, striking moments. Together, these poems embody how disenchantment and beauty coexist, creating powerful, nuanced reflections on life.

Ananya, a 27-year-old woman with unwavering spirit, she spends her days preparing cutlets, puffs, and baked delicacies, supplying them to nearby bakeries. Her hands are always busy, but her heart lives elsewhere, thousands of miles away in Dubai. Saday, her husband, has been working there for the past two years, chasing stability and dreams as a businessman alongside his friends. At 28, he carries ambition in his stride, but also a quiet ache that never quite leaves him, the ache of distance from the woman he loves. Their marriage, though strong, exists mostly through screens and voices. Phone calls become their shared space, video calls their stolen moments of togetherness. From conversations about daily routines to laughter filled late night talks, they hold onto each other through words, proving that love doesn't need proximity to survive, it needs presence. One day, amidst his busy schedule, Saday decides to return to India for work, and for her. What begins as a simple journey home turns into an emotional passage through memory. As he travels, he finds himself revisiting the moments that defined them: their first meeting, the hesitant beginnings of love, the warmth of their wedding, and the silent promises they made to each other. Each memory reminds him of how far they've come, and how much they've endured. At its core, this is a story of a marriage sustained by words, trust, and longing, a tender exploration of love that refuses to fade, even across distance. It asks a simple yet profound question: when two hearts truly belong to each other, can distance ever really keep them apart?

Goodbye

You are the only person I'd like to say goodbye to when I die, because only then will this thing I call my life make any sense. And if I should hear that you died, my life as I know it, the me who is speaking with you now, will cease to exist.

The 2nd book of random poems written by tasteful poets. Love, life and heartbreak all here.