Story-poem Stories

• Don't be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen. •

free verse poems, weird. yeah.

"If poison tasted so lovely, would you allow it to kill you for the sake of a fantasy? " Poetry mostly about love from a girl creating pieces of art from fragments of dreams. Love has many faces, constantly evolving. Like a fair weathered friend, it stabs you in back but brings you happy times. Because our love is imperfect and damaged but that's okay, we make mistakes too ♡♡ Credit to @cynicswereoutraged for this lovely cover

After long awaited days of misery, I finally got a letter which I will be worshipping for the rest of my life. It was his letter. He the one who I pray, he the one whose thoughts in my mind lay, he the one who brings me sun and rain. I have alot of these poems in my diary so let's have a look maybe?

This are compilations of my poems...english is not my first language so pls bear with me... Plagiarism is a crime All photos used do not belong to me, I take no credit to them

When my life had an urge to stop itself, someone saved me who was broken himself. He assured me that I have him when he himself didn't have anyone. Words written in the form of poetry which hold my feelings which I've been holding from years.

Gardens of stones are sorrowful on one goes to grieve

[ Rhyming Tale Version ] [ Cliché Alert ] "It's time to tell a story About two souls rich in all glory When they collided Sparks ignited But they had their own reasons To ignore that spark But will love blossom among all these messy spar?" They got married. No, they didn't signed a contract nor it was out of love neither arranged. The boy got married to shut his father's mouth about his single life and for further business benefits. The girl agreed to marry him because she wanted a new adventure cause she was simply bored. They agreed to make their knot temporary only in spoken words. Because as crazy it sounds but they trusted each other. They lived in different rooms under the same roof. Then the girl got charmed by her 'husband ' involuntarily. Then who wouldn't be charmed by the mysterious debonair tycoon? But she had her own secrets too. *The cover's picture is from Instagram (hobopeba) and belongs to it's respective owner*

"12 Hour Unravelling" is a journey through the internal battles we often fight alone - the confusion, the weight of expectations, the struggle to find clarity in chaos, and the hope of eventual freedom. This story-poem hopes to give voice to those moments when time seems both our enemy and our healer. Thank you for walking these hours with me. May you find your own strength in the unravelling.

A collection of poetry. Enjoy!

Drip, Drop is a narrative poem. Its a little on the creepy side. Its not you typical happy daisy smiles feeling or your sad heartbroken poem. Ok maybe a little on the sad side, but its still a great poem.

"Roses are violet, violets are blue," is this phrase too cliché or is it too dull? In this poem you will definitely see, a bittersweet story that I love thee.

When two people run into each other after their breakup unexpectedly, what they go through in that moment is all about in this poem.✨ Don't forget to vote if you like the poem and made you remember someone. 😉✌🏻💓 I have randomly taken the picture from Google and edit little on canva for my cover page for this poem . I don't own rights to the cover 😉✌🏻

We grow in any shape or form

A short story about a Grandfather, a Father and a Son

PREFACE Someone once told me in another life I had a way with words and maybe I should consider a career in writing what others told me to because the world needs people like that. I swore to myself with a smile plastered onto my face that I will decide what I will ultimately become. This is dedicated to those people who have to write what others tell them to write, who live with those who demand this is how they should live their lives, forced to follow a certain blueprint with milestones laid out for you to achieve and who have to live by the rules of people who don't always understand you. Who you really are, deep inside where all the heart of you is stored. When you are broken into pieces but ultimately waiting for your moment to shine. Copyright of written poems under the title 'Penmanship: In scrawls of mine' here on Wattpad by Jess (aka. locketheart). Please do not reproduce them without permission from the author. Thanks! :)