Poesia Stories

Calling all poets on Wattpad to Drenched Cedars - a celebration of poetry touched by longing, memory, silence, ache, and the storms we carry within. Have you gathered your words? Because it's time. The contest will award poetry shaped through talent, vulnerability, and craft with multiple honors, ranging from Best Emotional Impact to Best Poem Ending. To participate, please read the rules carefully and complete the payments before submitting your form. The contest might span around 1.5 months, and I, the host, will be the sole judge! So, let your words fall like rain among the cedars. ☔ (Open)

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟖 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

I'm running out of explanations here. I'm winging it. I'm always winging it. The title just felt right and damn, here we are. It's poetry so if it's not your thing, you might like it. Occasionally, it may be a little prose, depending on the feeling but we'll try to keep it consistent. Does anyone ever even read these things? Ok it's about a boy, a lonely boy. Sometimes he feels like he's a thousand leagues under the sea. Other times, it's like he's been severed from reality. Whatever that means. This boy, just wants the world to understand him. But it has no obligation to. So he's stuck on the outskirts of everything and everything else hoping for some sense of clarity. It never comes. It never will. This is a documentation, of his never ending pursuit. That was decent, right? I do love letters, letter letters, confessions, police statements on the side, in case you need them. Basically, I'll handle the ever living heaven out of your writing needs. The sick part, is that it's free so feel free.. to blast the message board and I'll take the time I usually use to do something constructive and meaningful to tend to your requests. Read well, friends.

Dear Diary, Today, I remembered that crowns are not made of gold. They are made of survival. They are forged from girls who were told to be quiet but learned to speak. From women who were told to be less but became more. From hearts that broke, healed, and found the courage to beat louder than before. They called her dramatic when she spoke. Difficult when she questioned. Rebellious when she refused to bow. So she picked up a pen. the Queen Diaries is not a story of princesses waiting to be saved like damsel in distress. It is a collection of poetic diary entries written by queens - queens who were never given thrones, only battles. Queens who have been silenced, underestimated, broken, healed, and reborn. Through intimate confessions, silent battles, fierce rebellions, and quiet moments of hope, these pages explore feminism, womanhood, identity, resilience, self-love, and the lifelong journey of becoming. These are not merely poems. They are confessions. They are revolutions. They are crowns woven from words. Each entry is a fragment of a kingdom built from courage. Some pages carry heartbreak. Some burn with rage. Others bloom with healing and hope. Together, they tell the story of women refusing to shrink themselves for the comfort of others and discovering that their power was never something the world could give - or take away. This is not a diary of fairy tales. It is a diary of survival. Of resistance. Of becoming. So, turn the page. You may find pieces of yourself between the lines. Because every scar is a chapter. Every voice is a revolution. Every woman is a queen. Welcome to the Queen Diaries. A queen is waiting to tell her story. Perhaps, she is you.

Words that'll touch your heart #1 in quotations 3.7.26

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Este libro enseña sobre la poesía y lo grandiosa que es ✨

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴... a collection of nonsensical poetic prose by an insomniac who tries her very best to sleep through the night. Content warnings: discussions of depression and other mental health issues, body image issues, as well as discussions of racism and homophobia *credits to the original owner of the cover image

Textos e poemas que escrevi ao longo dos anos. Para mim, para outras pessoas ou para ninguém. Nem perca tempo lendo, não compensa. É sério.

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An exploration of mortality, isolation, and the weight of unspoken thoughts. A collection of short, free-verse poems collected over the years, capturing the corners of the human mind.

Il dolore di un lutto che non si ferma mai, un dolore che mai viene colmato e si cerca di dare un senso ad esso tramite il nostro dialetto. Opera in siciliano.

¿Es posible leer sin sentir?

"Tanto que hacer y yo me deshago" A.P Cada tanto nos encontramos en una tertulia en los que nuestras voces nos llenan de preguntas y nosotros sin respuestas decimos falencias, grandes barbaries, en donde solo queda la nada completa pero a su vez incompleta.

Estos poemas han sido escritos con el amor dictando la rima. Casi ninguno trata de otro tema en la vida. Sin embargo, podés encontrarte en los versos, y ver en mis poemas tu pensamiento. Dejo a cada persona encontrar lo que quiera en la prosa. ¡Disfrutá de la lectura!

ANIME DI CARTA Ci sono parole che non nascono per essere lette. Nascono per essere sentite. *Anime di carta* è una raccolta di poesie che attraversa le stagioni dell'essere umano: l'amore e la sua assenza, la nostalgia, la rabbia, la speranza, il tempo che passa, le ferite che imparano a respirare, i ricordi che non chiedono il permesso per tornare e quei silenzi che, a volte, sanno raccontare più di qualsiasi voce. Ogni poesia è un frammento di vita, un pensiero rimasto sveglio nel cuore durante la notte, una carezza, uno schiaffo, una domanda senza risposta. Non segue un percorso preciso, perché nemmeno l'anima lo fa. Si perde, inciampa, ricomincia. Ama. Si rompe. Si ricuce. E continua a cercare un senso tra le pieghe dei giorni. Queste pagine non pretendono di insegnare nulla. Vogliono soltanto fare compagnia. A chi si è sentito invisibile almeno una volta. A chi ha amato troppo. A chi ha perso qualcuno, qualcosa o persino una parte di sé. A chi continua a credere che la sensibilità non sia una debolezza, ma una forma di coraggio. Le poesie raccolte in questo libro parlano con voce diversa, ma hanno la stessa origine: il desiderio di trasformare le emozioni in parole, affinché non vadano perdute. Perché ogni sentimento, anche il più oscuro, merita di essere ascoltato. *Anime di carta* è un luogo dove la fragilità non viene nascosta, ma accolta. Dove ogni verso diventa uno specchio in cui ritrovarsi, anche solo per un istante. Forse, sfogliando queste pagine, incontrerai una poesia che sembrerà parlare proprio di te. O forse scoprirai che, in fondo, le emozioni cambiano nome da persona a persona, ma hanno tutte lo stesso battito. Perché ci sono anime che attraversano il mondo in silenzio. E altre che scelgono di restare tra le pagine di un libro, aspettando soltanto qualcuno disposto ad ascoltarle.

Nunca has leído poemas que acaricien y retuerzan el alma como estos.

Some flowers bloom in spring. Others bloom after the storm. This collection of poems is for the hearts that learned to carry grief, wear anger, survive loss, and make a home out of emptiness. These poems are not about escaping pain, they are about becoming someone who can still bloom because of it. Welcome to the ruins. - calya_lili

──────── ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ──────── Some feelings are never meant to be spoken out loud. They simply sit inside you and make a home in the corners of your heart. 𝗗𝐢𝐥 - 𝐞 - 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐳 was written in that quiet corner. This poetry collection contains eight poetic Urdu verses written in the hope of being written to. It encaptured the feeling of unrequited feelings, passionate denial and irreversible limerence. Urdu is my mother tongue. And when there were poetries inside me that the English couldn't truly hold, my heart decided to bleed words in Urdu. However, I have included the English Translation of each poem for my non-Urdu speaking readers. I have tried to imitate the effect of each poem in English too. A section is dedicated to the vocabulary used in every poem for clarity. I hope you enjoy reading this work as much as I enjoyed bringing it to life. And I hope you fall in love with how different languages can encapture multitudes of similar emotions in just a few words. ──────── ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ────────

A ti... Que fuiste hogar y herida al mismo tiempo. A la versión de mí que se quedó hasta romperse, A la que tuvo que renacer de entre los restos, para poder seguir viviendo. Y a todas las que han amado así... Con las manos abiertas aunque sepan que lo único que van a recibir... es el filo.