Raindrops mga kuwento

This is my first collection of poems, just a small journey through laugher, tears, and vanishing figures. The pages hold scenes of connection and then - disappearance. I hope you will be left with something more than just a poem that you have read and then forgotten in a matter of seconds. I hope you will be left with something out of reach, like a ghost in a summer rain. Thank you and enjoy.

In every rain, memories flicker. While raindrops keep pouring into melancholic moment, I saw her standing in the middle of silence. And when the rain stopped, the smell of the petrichor covered between us. She's there beneath it all.

She doesn't fall in love ..... she controls love ...... Moon se-rin ....... . . . Inspired by Dear X

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မမနှင်း၏ ဘဝစည်းချက်ထဲတွင် နွယ်သည် ခေါင်းစဉ်တပ်စရာမလိုသော၊ အနှောင့်အယှက်မဖြစ်စေသော တိုးညှင်းသည့် စည်းချက်ကလေးတစ်ခုအဖြစ်သာ တိတ်တဆိတ် စီးမျောနေချင်ခဲ့သည်။

He wasn't supposed to see her again. Not after everything burned to ashes, not after he buried that part of his life deep beneath Moscow's frozen silence. But one glimpse-just one-through the blur of city traffic, and she was there. Her face, a memory he never managed to forget. Her eyes, the ghost that still kept him awake. For years, he's watched her from afar-quietly, carefully, dangerously. Not out of love. Not entirely. Because sometimes obsession doesn't start with desire-it starts with a memory that refuses to fade. And now that he's back... she's about to learn that some ghosts never stop following you. He's the kind of man you notice twice - once because you feel his presence before you see him, and again because you wish you hadn't. Born in Russia, the heir of the Morozov legacy. Mikhail Morozov, raised in silence and scars, he learned early that the world doesn't reward softness. He speaks little, but when he does, his words cut clean - precise, deliberate, dangerous. He moves like someone who's always calculating, never surprised. The kind of man whose calmness makes you uneasy. There's something about him that doesn't belong anywhere - not in the light, not in love, not even in the life he's trying to rebuild. But the moment he saw her again, everything he had buried began to surface. The danger, the desire, the memories - all of it. Now, he's not chasing her. He's remembering her... and that might be even worse.

Rain is the way the earth cleans herself of the sins committed upon her flesh. ~~~ My third poetry collection. When The Blood Ran Black was my first one, Let Me Show You The Night is my second one, and this is the third installment. I know, I know, it's a shorter title than usual. I'm trying to cut down on the length.

Cade enjoys each day, even when things make him sad

A Collection of Poems That Paint My World For You To See.

all the drops that rained in September found their reflection dancing in a puddle

For the love of rain, literally. Vivid and colourless memories. Traumatised and heartbroken. Eunjoo, a lady in her youth, felt numb from everything. But to her, this man she met, she felt as if they were alike. Something about them were so similar yet so different, at the same time.

The raindrops were like tears falling from the sky, as Cry stood on the edge of the bridge, contemplating the end of her pain. Will Cry choose to step back from the edge and start the journey towards healing, or will she give in to the darkness that threatens to consume her?

A few poems I've written just for fun :)

A short anecdote on an eavesdropped conversation. Sit back and enjoy😀😀😀

Zoe Petal is a high-school student. Her best-friend model Zayn Malik has had a crush on her for 4 years. One day when a new boy comes to school, Zoe finds her self crushing on him. Harry Styles. This is the tale of two loves. Who will she choose? The new drop-dead gorgeous lover-boy or the sweet and caring best-friend Zayn Malik? OR will she realise something that she's known all along?

"Papa? I wish I could love someone that much," I looked up to my grandpa as he gently brushed my hair. He was sitting on the couch, and I was on the floor in the living room, watching a movie I wasn't aware of the title of, while admiring the couples on television who are willing to die for each other as well as defy the social conventions and limitations of this world if they have to. I wish to also hold someone's hand with so much love and affection, but what I hate is the idea of having to let them go. My grandpa always told me that there is love in holding on, but there is also love in letting go. However, I don't like it. "Someday, young lady. Someday. But don't go out to the world searching for the one for you. Love will find you." He gave me a smile and kissed my forehead. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Belle Saunders is not searching for love. She swore to herself that she would never allow herself to be broken, just like what happened to her parents. She was four when her parents separated. No one even told her what had really happened that night, and they keep it a secret from her to this day. All she knows is that her dad would always come home drunk and beat her mom, and one day they decided to break up. At least that's what was told to her. What lies ahead when she runs into guys who dare to break the walls she has built in order to protect herself from the pain that love holds? Will she be able to avoid being one of its victims?

"Dahil sa tuwing umuulan ikaw naalala ko at ang sakit sakit na" mga salita binitawan niya bago umalis sa harap ko at tuluyan nang naglaho.

let's appreciate monsoon for being so romantic.Amaya whose heart was frozen will melt with the striking rain drops.Join the crazy rain adventures of her trio and witness the magic of rain.The questions are..will the unrequited love will end up in the love story? will the story which began with rain will end with it?

"I can't do this anymore" I told him as I moved away from him. I could feel the rain on my coat getting heavier. My tears were mixing in with raindrops. "I was a jerk, ok baby? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" his voice wavered as he tried to come closer. I wanted to bolt and cry but I couldn't, I was frozen in place. "No you're only sorry you got caught" I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from crying. I finally had the energy to step back and walk away. "I love you..." He shouted as his voice cracked at the end I shut my eyes and I stopped; it hurt me hearing his voice crack. I quickly regained my posture and ran to my car. I opened the car door and quickly sat. I put my head on the steering wheel as I cried my heart out. I knew I would regret this and I am. Cause I love that curly green eyed boy too. .......................... I hope you guys like it !! Might be switched to mature in the future.

Collection of poems I wrote this monsoon. Happy monsoon! ⛈️