Versification Stories

My entries for the Versification 2026

A collection of short poems written for Versification 2026.

"a worship of words..." how more suitably could a collection of poetry be named? ********************************************************************** A collection of poems for the NaPoWriMo - April 2023 based on the prompts issued by Wattpad Poetry

A collection of poems written for Versification 2026

What happens when the world goes quiet, but your mind doesn't? 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 isn't a story. It's a series of moments, the kind you don't talk about in daylight. The kind that sit with you when the room is dark, when the clock is too loud, when sleep refuses to be kind. These poems don't ask to be understood. They ask to be felt. From fragile beauty hidden in unexpected places, to silent battles no one sees, to thoughts that linger somewhere between breaking and becoming, this collection moves like the night itself-soft, restless, and a little unforgiving. Some poems will feel like comfort. Some will feel like confrontation. And some will feel like they were written from a place you've been trying to avoid. Read it slowly. Or don't. The night doesn't rush. And neither do the truths waiting inside it.

Read the title first. Read it a second time, but faster. What's the new sentence that your mouth utters? It's an inevitable design of humanity's eternal imperfection. The "in the" becomes "and the", all in the same sentence. Or maybe I'm just forcing it. Maybe I'm not. Poems come in the most fleeting of moments and wandering. A snap of a finger, a blink of an eye, all enough to get a line out of you. Get a line out of me. Come to my depths. Come to my sea. Come to my core, the very versions of me. An attempt at poem writing for Versification 2026.

🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. What began as a chessboard became a garden-of grief and laughter, faith and forgetting. Of fathers who never sat on thrones. Of men holding the wrong flowers on blind dates. Of a lab explosion and a Marble Queen shaking her head. Across eleven poetic forms-𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚, 𝐤𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝟑❃ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 is not one story but thirty windows into the same human heart. Some open onto darkness. Some onto dawn. Some onto beauty you didn't know you were allowed to name. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. For readers who recognize themselves in the specific, the restrained, and the resolutely alive. 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐨 🌸2026🌸 🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸

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A collection of feelings, emotions and of course poetry for moments ✨️

Versification Contest

Collection of poems and short stories for the 2023 Wattpad Poetry contest, Versification. Photo by Fabian Bächli on Unsplash

A collection of poems for the April 2026 Versification challenge.

Our submission to Legendary: Day 8 of Versification Day 8.

A poem about losing someone you love.

The Girl Who Grew Up First is a reflective poem about the quiet burden placed on the oldest daughter in a family. It explores how she slowly shifts from being "just a child" into a second authority figure inside the home, carrying responsibility that was never formally assigned but always expected. While her mother provides financially and keeps the household afloat, the oldest daughter becomes the emotional structure of the house. She enforces rules, maintains order, and steps into gaps without recognition. Her firmness is misunderstood as meanness, and her boundaries are mistaken for attitude. The poem highlights the tension between youth and responsibility. She is still growing, still learning, still needing guidance, yet she is also expected to guide others. It captures the exhaustion of being dependable too soon and the loneliness of being mature before your time. At its core, the poem is about misunderstood strength. It reframes the "mean older sister" stereotype and reveals her as the stabilizing force of the household, the one who sacrificed pieces of her childhood to keep everything from falling apart. It is a tribute to resilience, invisible labor, and the quiet leadership of the girl who had to grow up first.

Entries for the Words in Bloom challenge hosted by the @WattpadMulticultural profile. www.wattpad.com/1327388219-challenge-book-multicultural-community-words-in 💐 Poetry for spring. Word count: 215 words total.

"When my scarred hand fails to capture your beauty with my pencil, do you think I'm a flawed artist?" a messy poetry collection- Best Ranking: 2nd on poetrycollection (15-4-2023) 4th on poembook (18-4-2023) 5th on wattpadpoetry (18-4-2023) 1st on randompoetry (15-4-2023) 2nd on poetry contest (184-2023)

A poem about love.

A poem about people's roles in our life.

A poem about war.