Rhymed hikaye

This is just a short glimpse of how love in poetry can look and feel like. If you've ever been in love, are in love or search for love, dear reader, this is for you. <3

In the silent reaches of space, the Silent Nebula-a force that feeds on "empty noise" and emotional numbness-has begun stealing the "Heart Melodies" of Earth's inhabitants. When a person's melody is stolen, they become indifferent and lose their passion. To save the harmony of the universe, the Fairy Prince from the Planet Symphony arrives on Earth to find the legendary Star Conductors-the PreCure.

Five boys started a band for the journey and their shared love for music. But along the way, they will face the greed of those in high places running a rigged stage. In a world of drugs, corruption, action, and constant battle, the fight for their lives begins. ​As the pressure mounts and the stakes turn deadly, only one question remains: ​Will they ever bring justice, or does the music die with them?

fter an incredible adventure in Harmonious Land, the Trolls returned to TrollsTopia and the whole Troll Kingdom to finish what they had started. Summer is coming as well as the Trolls set off to another adventure to where this season is taking them

A collection of poems that I have created. Ramblings of the heart. Torment. Painful goodbyes. Heartbreaks. Or simply night musings. Celebration of life, love and death or anything in between. Added chapter banners: 14 July 2026 Copyright © 2020 - 2026. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author.

what drew your attention to this book? was it the delicate red rose on the cover? ... or was it its thorns? yes, the rose is daintily alluring, but you will only notice the thorns once you take a closer look. i like to imagine my poetry as this thorned rose, my carefully arranged words as its delicate petals: its beauty seemingly pleasing from afar. however, once you take a closer look, you will gradually see the thorns: a deeper and darker meaning disguised behind enriched metaphors. looking at the rose, you would also notice how it is hand drawn, denoting the fact that my poetry might not be perfect. it is intentionally written with some incorrect grammar (for instance, how almost all words are in lowercase) to give a more raw feel in the sense of how one may write down in a personal diary. the name "the rose comes with thorns" is not only an embodiment of my poetry writing style, but also the meaning behind it. just like how everything beautiful comes with its own flaws... ...the rose shall come with its own thorns. 🥀THE ROSE COMES WITH THORNS a poetry book written by huma zafar. #1 in "poem" out of 206k stories (2/5/24) #18 in "poetry" out of 336k stories (1/6/24)

The words l couldn't say out loud

Literally things I write as a break from oc lore

_____________~♡•☆•♡~_____________ Perfectly imperfect-poetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work of imperfect feelings in which the expression of imperfections and ideas are given intensity by the use of beautifully flawed words and rhythm; poems by a truly flawed being

she said walk lightly on the egg shells beneath take each step so delicately she said to walk with flower toes.

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Poems written during and after the coronavirus pandemic

a haunting journey through the loves that shaped a lifetime. the quiet ghosts of boys who left their mark on my heart. from my tender first crushes to the sweet burn of unspoken goodbyes, each poem weaves together longing, loss, and growth. these verses are a ride through fleeting connections and lasting impressions, where the past lingers like the dust of forgotten trails and the echoes of love that once burned bright.

(crappiest poetry ever, for real, but you gotta honor where you originally came from i guess) Damn why don't u love me anymore?

Poems about life, love, wisdom, nature, and... pleasant evenings! Enjoy!

I can call my poetry classical if I feel like it

Poems of Love and Poems of Sadness. sincerely yours, OmeKun ____________________________ Follow me on instagram with my account "Keenanohme" Check out my Facebook "Keenan Ome" Follow me and vote for my poems for more here on wattpad. 😚

Welcome to the world of Prism Shows! You, an aspiring Prism Star, meet Happy Rain and all the others! You also encounter the mysterious Kotone! Will you gain your happiness and fulfill you dreams? Or lose your radiance and fail...?!

In the quiet town of Wumpkin Willow, a small orphan cub named Fuzzy Wumpkins dreamed of getting his paws on a delicious Boom Fuzzer (a burger he had admired from a far). Little did he know that all was not as it seemed... With courage and sheer determination Fuzzy starts a business of his own, selling Boom Fuzzers left right and centre, quickly becoming an overnight success. However it reeks havoc upon Wumpkin Willow.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐬 ╰ 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 ╰ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 "Some songs are sung; some are below bass."