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"When Pride Meets Need" is an emotional poem about Radhika, a woman who finds herself financially dependent on others despite wanting to earn for herself. It explores the quiet emotions that come with asking for help-the hesitation, the relief, the vulnerability, and the hope of one day having something of her own. At its heart, the poem reminds us that needing support does not make someone less worthy, and that every person's story is still unfolding. Author's Note I'm Lavanya Y. Rao, a new writer, and this poem came to me while I was going through different moods and emotions. I simply tried to put those feelings into words and create a story that others might connect with. ❤️ If you enjoyed my poem, I would really appreciate it if you could vote and leave a comment. Your support and encouragement mean everything to me as I begin my writing journey. 🌸📖❤️

{🏆🥈Versification 2026 Grand Daily Prompt Runner Up} 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. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

A reflection on the quiet, uncertain journey of healing after living with pain for so long that it begins to blur your sense of identity. This poem explores the fear of not remembering who you were before the hurt, while holding onto the fragile hope that healing doesn't mean returning to an old version of yourself-it means becoming someone new. It's about searching for genuine connection, learning that being valued is different from being needed, and believing that one day, even if it feels impossibly far away, you'll recognize yourself again.

A collection of poems, writing, music-inspired thoughts, and late-night feelings poured straight from the heart. Some pieces are soft. Some are sad. Some are about love, healing, heartbreak, memories, and the words we never got to say. This is a little corner for emotions, honesty, and the kind of thoughts that come alive when the world gets quiet. ❤️

✦ Description ✦ When a dream recalls My forgotten first love - Rehan 💙 'The Year I Learnt To blush' isn't just a love story - it's the story of every teenager who's ever fallen for someone they were never supposed to. From stolen glances across benches to heartbreaks hidden behind laughter, it's about the chaos of growing up - when one smile could ruin your whole day and a single "seen" on Snapchat could make your heart race. It's the story of Rehan, the boy in the blue jacket who unknowingly became poetry - and her, the girl who learnt that love doesn't always need to be returned to feel real. ✨ It's innocent. It's messy. It's heartbreak in its prettiest form. Because sometimes, the smallest moments make the biggest memories. 💫

Maybe growth is the art of losing gently.

Inside the grand music room of Velmorian University known as The Ivory Hall, doon ko unang nasilayan ang isang lalaking tila hindi ginawa para sa ordinaryong mundo. Ang kaniyang mga daliring sumasayaw sa ibabaw ng grand piano, at presensyang parang hinugot lamang mula sa isang kathang-isip na nobela. Masyado siyang perpekto upang maging totoo. Maging sa pagiging totoo niya at sa ugaling parang imahinasyon, ay doon ko tuloyang naging bahagi siya ng kuwento ko. Subalit sa katagalan siya na mismo ang naging kuwento. Chapter after chapter, poem after poem, I wrote him with trembling hands and a heart far too devoted for fiction. At mula roon, nabuo ang aking nobelang may pamagat na: "A Man Higher Than Fiction." Dahil sa lahat ng tulang naisulat ko, sa lahat ng nobelang aking binuo, mayroon lamang akong iisang paborito, ang lalaking naging sentro at bida sa aking kwento. "Among every poem I have written, every story I tried to create... you were the only one who felt like art instead of fiction." -Celestia Evangeline Verona ✍️

This is not a story of a perfect love. It is a collection of letters written in silence, between du'as and waiting - between hope and Allah's timing. From the age of 20 to now, these are words written for someone I have never met, but have always prayed for. A journey of a heart learning patience, trust, and faith in what Allah has already written. These letters are not about a specific person. They are about a feeling - of wanting emotional safety, kindness, understanding, and a home built on mercy and deen. They are about the kind of love that does not rush, does not harm, and does not leave Allah out of the story. If you are reading this, you are not just reading letters. You are reading a heart that is still waiting... and still believing. A journey between du'as, healing, and Allah's perfect timing.

Floating thoughts and emotions, moving forward. Dive into the essence of my writing - layered, emotional, and reflective. Explore how each "bubble" reveals a different shade of thought, feeling, and reflection. Your journey begins here. This Way a personal guide to my four selves and creative process. Discover why I write, how I process emotions, and what fuels the verses you'll find in each bubble. Contains: English and Arabic verses

This is not a love story. It's a memory. Of waiting, watching, and quietly breaking. She was just another face in the crowd... until his eyes lingered on her screenname a little longer. A fan. An idol. A promise. A silence. A disappearance. And then another. Told through poetic chapters, this is a quiet unraveling of what it means to care deeply for someone you might never meet, and to hold space for them even in their absence. For every fan who stayed, hoped, and hurt a little... This is for you.

Between the never-ending bills, the heartbreak, and the situationship, Ayana feels like she's living a script she never signed up for. When she finally has enough, she decides to write her own happily ever after.

A collection for the in-between- between rooted and restless, between holding on and letting go.

A mirror never lies - yet it never tells the full truth. She looks and sees cracks no one else can see, a reflection stitched from insecurities, a body hugged but never truly held. This is not just glass, this is the war between what is real and what the heart believes.

Ashes & Echoes is a journey through love, loss, and the quiet spaces in between. It is not just poetry - it is a story told in fragments, of two souls who found each other in the rain, burned like wildfire, and lived on only in memories and echoes. Every poem is a piece of what remains when love ends but refuses to disappear. For anyone who has loved too deeply, lost too quietly, and carried someone long after they were gone.

Every Monday, Alma finds a letter in her mailbox. No name. No sender. Just words that feel too intimate to be from a stranger. In a quiet city where rain often blurs the outlines of people and places, Alma's life begins to shift when someone starts writing to her-someone who seems to see through the walls she's built. As the letters unfold, so does a story of connection, loss, and the delicate hope of being truly seen. A slow-burn romantic mystery told through weekly letters, fleeting glances, and the silence between words.

This poem delves into the complexities of love-between passion and freedom, desire and vulnerability. It explores the internal battle of wanting to be fully seen and understood, while also fearing the constraints that love can bring. Through raw emotions and vivid imagery, it captures the struggle of holding onto someone while questioning what they truly seek from you. It's a reflection on the messiness of love, the need for freedom, and the unspoken truths that linger beneath every connection.

This piece lives in the tension most people pretend not to notice - the silent warfare of energy, perception, and unspoken judgment. "Wickedness Has Good Manners" explores the unsettling reality that hostility doesn't always arrive with noise. Sometimes it's polished. Sometimes it smiles. Sometimes it asks questions in a calm voice under fluorescent lights while something colder moves beneath the surface. The poem captures the psychological awareness of walking into a room where nothing is visibly wrong, yet everything feels off. It's about instinct, about reading micro-expressions, about understanding that discomfort and danger are not the same thing. There's a clash here between lived experience and artificial environments - between street intuition and corporate choreography. This isn't a story about paranoia. It's about perception. About that razor-thin space where intuition sharpens and silence becomes strategy. The poem dissects the invisible dynamics of power, composure, and energy - revealing how tension can exist without confrontation, and how wickedness often hides behind professionalism, etiquette, and controlled politeness. It's reflective, unsettling, and deliberate. A meditation on awareness, survival, and the strange theater of human interaction where the loudest truths are rarely spoken aloud.

I am just a wandering soul, quietly drifting forward. I am the demon that haunts you, revenge for what you did to me. I am the innocent girl who once knelt at your feet, obeying your every command. I am the one you should fear. I am a tortured spirit crying over the ruins of love. I am the monster, the cursed girl everyone whispers about. I am whatever I choose to be - the one who breathes heavily, and for nothing. I am the reason behind your absurd, wicked happiness. The one who sins for your mistakes and blames herself for your cruelty. I am Abel - the mortal girl who was once normal. Before I met you.

I never learned how to explain myself. So I wrote instead.