Historias de Symbolism

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.

When Night falls, the World remembers its Balance. PJ Masks Five: The Myth of Balance continues the story of the Heroes we grew up with - now tested by legacy, emotion, and destiny. New Heroes rise beside them: Drake Von Romas (Draco), heir to a secret experiment that sought to forge power through pain; Kiera Delfin (Dolphina), the Seventh Guardianess of the Seas whose empathy can calm storms; and Howard Lucian Kestrel (Technocrat), a mind that seeks to heal what reason once broke.

HPB, is a book of all my poetry, events that occured in real life where words weren't enough to express emotions. These poems are reflective and you might even find yourself in a poem.

What begins as an ordinary glance through a window slowly unravels into an unsettling mystery. Night after night, the questions grow harder to ignore... because some doors should never be opened, and some secrets refuse to stay hidden.

English Version / မြန်မာဗာရှင်း Shadow of Zero is a collection of philosophical free verse exploring longing, identity, unseen values, love, memory, and the quiet questions hidden within everyday life. These poems are not written to provide answers. They are written to leave room for your own. ------------------------- Myanmar Version သုည၏အရိပ် သည် လူ့ဘဝအတွင်းရှိ လွမ်းဆွတ်မှု၊ ကိုယ်ပိုင်ဖြစ်တည်မှု၊ မမြင်ရသောတန်ဖိုးများ၊ အချစ်၊ မှတ်ဉာဏ်များနှင့် နေ့စဉ်ဘဝ၏ တိတ်ဆိတ်သော မေးခွန်းများကို ဒဿနဆန်သော လွတ်လပ်ကဗျာများဖြင့် စူးစမ်းရေးသားထားသော ကဗျာစုစည်းမှုတစ်ခုဖြစ်သည်။ ဤကဗျာများသည် အဖြေများပေးရန် ရေးသားထားခြင်း မဟုတ်ပါ။ ဖတ်ရှုသူတစ်ဦးချင်းစီ၏ ကိုယ်ပိုင်အတွေးနှင့် အဓိပ္ပာယ်ဖွင့်ဆိုမှုအတွက် နေရာတစ်ခု ချန်ထားပေးရန်သာ ရေးသားထားခြင်းဖြစ်သည်။

A black feather falls from the sky. No one notices it. No one except the one who has been waiting. In a world where people believe beauty means innocence, a mysterious figure known as Secret Swan begins to leave traces behind. They see the feathers. They admire the wings. But they never see the storm beneath. Some secrets are hidden for a reason. Some stories are waiting to be discovered. And this is where it begins. - N12

Czasem trudno być szklakiem. Szczególnie wtedy, gdy świat naokoło zdaje się pękać jak stare lustro. Jak jednak przestać wierzyć, że wszystko da się jeszcze naprawić? Że będzie lepiej? Nyx widziała morderstwo. Była tego pewna. Krew lała się po bruku, a ona nie mogła się ruszyć. Kto więc jak nie ona miał znaleźć tego, kogo bali się nawet rządzący? Kto miał odkupić swoje winy i wreszcie pokazać wszystkim, na co go stać? Nie zasługiwała przecież na życie w slumsach! Była kimś wyjątkowym. Kimś... kto zaczął słyszeć głos Bogini. Meg z kolei wie, że choć magowie nie powinni istnieć, ona była jednym z nich. Co mogła zrobić, by pomóc swojej przyjaciółce, która powoli pogrążała się w obsesyjnym poszukiwaniu kogoś, kto przecież mógł ją zabić? I czy uda jej się zachować sekret przed szklakami z wyższych sfer, tak bardzo zainteresowanych jedyną ocalałą ze spotkania z mglistym mordercą?

Henry wakes up alone in a silent hotel. His wife, Elena, is gone. So is everyone else. As he ventures deeper into the endless halls of Hotel Désespoir, he encounters grotesque creatures, cryptic messages left behind by those who came before him, and impossible places that seem to exist only to break the human mind. Every floor draws him closer to Elena-but also closer to a truth far more terrifying than anything lurking in the darkness. In this place, monsters are not the only things waiting in the shadows. Sometimes the greatest horror is what you've been running from all along.

Every time he awakens in the Dark World, it is darker than before. Guided only by memory, he must cross a forest haunted by witches, grotesque fairies, headless knights, and whispers that never truly fall silent. Beyond them lies a kingdom worth saving... if he can reach it before the darkness claims him.

Welcome to Poetry Roughbook. Not every poem begins as a masterpiece, and this one was never meant to be. Poetry Roughbook isn't a collection of perfect poems. Instead, it's a notebook of crossed-out lines, midnight thoughts, coffee stains, and messy drafts where ideas bloom, metaphors wander, and words slowly learn how to breathe. Every poem in these pages is based on prompts shared by Wattpad's Poetry Ambassadors. Each prompt is an invitation to experiment, challenge my creativity, and discover new ways to tell a story through verse. Some poems are polished. Others remain beautifully unfinished. Together, they capture a journey of learning, growing, and finding beauty in imperfection - one prompt, one page, and one poem at a time. This is a place for first attempts, quiet victories, imperfect metaphors, and poems that simply wanted to exist. So, if you don't mind a little mess, a little magic, and a lot of ink... Turn the page. I hope these pages feel a little like home. All poems are original unless stated otherwise. Prompt credits belong to their respective creators.

A bunch of short stories or poems, will mostly be melancholic and sad, but some may be wholesome if I think of anything to write.

A collection of poems about searching. For truth. For meaning. For home. For love. For people. For myself. Some questions remain unanswered. Perhaps they always will. And maybe... Maybe it's okay.

When the Heart Chose At twenty-five, Nandini Singh has her life exactly the way she likes it. An SBI Probationary Officer with a stable career, a love for good food, music, and quiet independence, marriage is the last thing on her mind. Standing at just 5'4", with long golden-brown hair, striking features, and a personality that swings between adorably childish and unexpectedly composed, she's convinced that arranged marriages are nothing more than awkward interviews disguised as family gatherings. So when her parents announce they've found a suitable match, Nandini decides on a simple plan- Scare the groom away. But plans have a funny way of falling apart. Especially when the groom turns out to be Arjun Thakur. Twenty-seven years old, 5'11", calm, mature beyond his years, and a respected police officer, Arjun isn't searching for fairy tales or grand romance. He believes that love isn't found in dramatic confessions, but in trust, respect, quiet companionship, and choosing the same person every single day. Neither of them walks into their first meeting expecting to fall in love. Yet a conversation meant to last fifteen minutes stretches into hours. Phone calls become something they both secretly look forward to. A café date filled with teasing, shared desserts, and unexpected moments begins to blur the line between an arranged match and something entirely their own. As friendship slowly blossoms into love, Nandini discovers that perhaps marriage isn't about losing her freedom after all. Perhaps... It's about finding someone who makes the journey home feel a little shorter. A heartwarming slow-burn romance about laughter, patience, family, shared meals, and two people who never went looking for love-only to find it quietly waiting for them. Sometimes, the most beautiful love stories don't begin with "I love you." They begin with, "I'm glad you made it safely."

Цей вірш народився на емоціях ще пів року тому. Лише сьогодні я наважилася його відредагувати й відпустити. Обкладинку створила за допомогою ChatGPT, бо не змогла знайти в інтернеті зображення, яке передавало б саме той настрій, який я вкладала у вірш. Чесно кажучи, не один раз ілюстрація перероблялася...

Lin Zeyuan has seen emotions his entire life. Not in words. Not in expressions. But in colors. Joy glows gold. Anger burns crimson. Loneliness drifts in pale blue. To him, every human feeling paints the air like an invisible storm. What once seemed like a strange gift slowly became a burden, a world where no emotion can truly be hidden. Now a psychiatrist, Ze Yuan spends his days listening to people whose pain no one else can see. But understanding pain is not the same as healing it. When a patient's death shatters his belief in his own ability, Ze Yuan is forced to confront a truth he has tried to ignore his entire life: Even someone who sees every emotion.... cannot always save the person carrying it. And sometimes the most terrifying moment is not the chaos of color, but the silence that comes when the colors disappear. (@soulbridge). All rights reserved.

Like sunlight filtering through leaves, emotions hit me in scattered, confusing patches. Some spots are warm; most are entirely cold. A collection of thoughts from an outsider looking in, trying to find a reason to step out of the shadows

One day they'll know you by your dreams and not your fears.

A Carnival of Small Apocalypses These are poems for the hours after midnight, when the neon hums louder than reason and the world briefly forgets how to pretend. Inside these pages, goldfish learn theology from television screens. Ghosts linger in diners. Prophets miss their exits. Machines dream of salvation. The faithful wrestle with doubt, the doubtful wrestle with faith, and ordinary people carry the quiet weight of living through strange times. Part witness, part confession, part roadside sermon, these free verse spoken-word poems wander through forgotten towns, crowded headlines, broken promises, flickering screens, and the stubborn mysteries that refuse to leave us alone. Some are angry. Some are mournful. Some laugh in places they probably shouldn't. Together they form a carnival of small endings and unexpected beginnings-a collection of voices searching for meaning beneath neon skies, beneath static, beneath the noise. Step right up. The lights are already flickering. The ride has already begun.

What if the colour the world fears is the one that completes it? Black! The Missing Spectrum of the World is a symbolic poem that explores rejection, truth, identity, prejudice, and the irony of a world that searches for light while abandoning what makes it whole. Read with an open mind. Every line has a meaning beyond the surface. -Rofhan ✍🏿

Vincent Elwood-known simply as Vel-was never remarkable. Just another office worker living an average life. Most would call it enough. But deep down, Vel wanted more. He wanted to matter. To leave something behind. To mean something. One day, on his way to work, a group of schoolkids stepped into a busy street, laughing and unaware of the danger. Vel didn't think. He acted. He saved them. And in doing so, he died. In those final moments, regret clung to him. He wished he had done more. Then, as if mocking that wish, a glowing system window opened before his fading vision. He awakens in a broken world, balanced above a dungeon that stretches endlessly into the earth. There's no prophecy. No chosen one. Just a dying town, a fractured sky, and a strange system that governs everything like a game. Summons become allies. Loot becomes survival. And every step deeper into the dungeon brings new questions. Vincent isn't a hero. Not really. He's just someone trying to make his life matter in a world that forgot what meaning is. But not all summons are ordinary. Some carry secrets even they don't understand. And one of them never looks back.