Poem Stories

From a young age, I have always held myself in higher regard than my family did. I believed that I could work anything out. All my classmates were in awe of me. I naturally exerted power over them, and they elected me as class representative time and time again. At home, a baseball bat reminded me to obey my mum every time I tried to prove her wrong. Why was it so hard to see that one plus one equals two? Being beaten and isolated in a sardine can for long periods of time led me to the world of words in the thesaurus to help me cope with my difficult life. However, I no longer recognise the person I have become.......

Finding Myself Series - Book 4 I am learning to stand in places I never thought I'd go.

This is a collection of poems born from silence, survival, and identity. Written by someone who was told to hide, and chose instead to speak. Every poem is a quiet war. Every line, a piece of light. _________________________________________ 'And Strangle them with a rainbow shirt, Because Little broken boys just don't seem to hurt.' - From 'Too young' 'You're a man now, not little anymore, Still so little, Evermore...' - From 'My Favourite little Man' 'Would I too break my toys, if I did belong?' - From 'Mirror World' ______________________________________________ ⚠️BEWARE⚠️- There's too much going on in my poems ;) If you don't relate to my poems, I feel sad for you. If you do relate to my poems, I feel sadder for you. ______________________________________________ 1st Runner-Up In 'The Fathomless Verse Awards' 🏆 _____________________________________________ Remarkable Rankings! #6 in poems out of 222k books on 10/31/25 #4 in Poesia out of 16k books on 11/11/25 #20 in short out of 160k books on 11/11/25 #7 in inspiration out of 30k books on 11/11/25 #2 in Poesia out of 16k books on 11/13/25 #13 in short out of 160k books on 11/13/25 #1 in Personal out of 28k books on 11/15/25 #2 in Poems out of 222k books on 1/14/25 #1 in Poesia out of 16k books on 12/16/25

A book of poems I've constructed over the years, and currently, with each poem getting more recent and more interesting. Read till the end to see how a young poet changes both her tone and view of the world, and how she matures her writing. *The first 9 poems are older. Skip ahead if needed.*

Just poetry. My random thoughts expressed by poetry

There is a boy who found love in papers, There is more ink than blood beneath his skin. They say when he bleeds, the poems he never dared to write spill from his veins like a confession that never found paper. Not red, but that thick blue-black liquid drips, from the places he hides pain, and every drop whispers a line That he never dared to speak. His heart is like a library locked by trembling hands. His silence Talks more than any word ever could When he smiles, the corners of his mouth shapes like quotation marks, pausing between the love he never got and the lines of poems noone ever saw He doesn't cry. He doesn't bleed. He inks. Ureshi renzou 🍙 Harith kaelash🍀

Salt & Honey is a collection of poems about the beauty and ache of being human. Through themes of love, loss, healing, and hope, each piece blends the sting of salt with the sweetness of honey, capturing life's bittersweet moments and the strength found within them. Inspired by my great-grandma, a woman who always saw the positive side of everything, strong as a rock, ready to forgive, always giving. Thank you for everything! We'll meet in between words and say bye with the sunset.

Haikus about coming to terms with living in a fucked up world, trying to find hope, reflecting on the past and sometimes lingering in the darkness.

Thoughts. Words. Feelings. All of these are things we experience on a daily basis. Of course, it varies from person to person; how many thoughts we have, how deeply we feel, how we use our words. This is but my experience, shared with the world. My thoughts voiced for my own peace of mind. My words spoken for all to hear. My feelings bared, heart on my sleeve. The darkness within us all sometimes intimidates us, and we can all but hide inside closets where our masks and skeletons dance.

What's up everybody ? I am your writer Pranavi . Ironically enough, I'm a very planned and organized person IRL but when it comes to poetry, the words and rhythm are just spontaneous(just letting my thoughts flow yk? that's why the cover page is river) ~~~~ I know I have won in life when (atleast one of)these poems are published in the NCERT English Textbook, posthumously (Yepp that's the end goal 😎)

10 part narrative fictional/ non fictional memoir Chapter 1-4 will be previewed on Wattpad Full short story novel will be released and published on Barnes and noble press in 20 copies paperback and ebook on February 14th , 2026 .

Update: Revised Parts 1-25, Part L Poems and quotes that contains love and heartbreak, and everything else in between. Are your thoughts ever mine? #1 in Sad Poetry - 29/12/25 #1 in Writings - 01/02/26 #1 in Poems - 01/01/26 #1 in MaleWriter - 29/12/25 #1 in Love Poetry - 01/21/26 #5 in Poem Collection - 01/02/26 #9 in Quotes - 27/12/25

In the warmth of the summer, hot days drew lines, building the distance between two hearts. This collection of poems will immerse you in a bittersweet journey of love and craving for someone who once flew into your life like a plane against the sky. Each verse captures the core of the memories shared, gleaming moments full of laughter, dreams, and deep affection that blow in the heart. However, seasons change, and so do people. These poems reflect on the ache of missing someone who has transformed into a stranger, leaving an empty spot where love once grew, and vivid imagery becomes stark. These poems invite readers to explore the knots of connection, loss, and people who used to cherish. Inspired by Shaskper play "Hamlet" and a friend's story.

Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out next week, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

Not a story,but a poem Just to express my thoughts Plz don't plagiarise

This book is a collection of poems deeply expressed from my heart and inspired by nature and my surroundings which i find striking ! There is so much joy in the diurnal monotony and our little world,this is an effort to capture it ! Happy Reading...

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

A tapestry woven from the threads of cosmic wonder and digital ignorance, each poem a distinct journey through realms where intellect and imagination collide. Dive into a universe where quantum whispers mingle with the syntax of the cosmos, and where the digital and the surreal dance in intricate patterns. These verses explore the boundaries of reality and creativity, from fractals blooming in poetic form to the wit that grapples with the ineffable.

selene |- Greek goddess and personification of the Moon A collection of poems written for the girl who loves the sky and believes the moon can be touched. Every verse here carries her name-because the moon, to me, has always been hers, and hers alone.