Poet Stories

❝𝐇𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫❞ Book One Of Obsession Series 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 × 𝐈𝐫𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬.𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥.𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. This is what they call him, Veeransh Thakur, a 30-year-old businessman and a Mafia. He rules with power, where life and death mean nothing and enemies only make him stronger. He rarely shows emotions, and when he does, it's never without meaning. For four years, he has been in love with his best friend's sister silently, dangerously. But, Veeransh has one rule: never get attached. Yet the moment he truly lets himself feel, the line between control and obsession begins to blur. _______________ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞.𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦.𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭. This is Ira Rajvansh, a 22-year-old second-year college student. Soft-hearted and kind, she is good at everything except cooking. She dreams of becoming a dancer and opening her own dance academy one day. She has never been in love, never even had the chance until she meets him. But her world shifts when she realizes the man she feels drawn to is her brother's best friend and the most dangerous man she could ever fall for. Their worlds were never meant to collide one built on power, danger, and control, the other on dreams, warmth, and quiet strength. Yet fate pulls them closer. Where he sees a weakness he cannot afford, she sees a man no one else tries to understand. And somewhere between fear and desire, they become each other's greatest weakness and the only place that feels like home.

𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. He said it wasn't love. Just lust. Just skin. Just sin. But the way he looked at her told another story, one written in bruises, bitten lips, and poems he'd never let her read. Nathan was supposed to die. scarred lungs, fractured soul, and a life stitched together by betrayal. But death didn't want him. So now he's cursed with time...and her. Aylin was never meant to see him again. Not after that night, 30,000 feet in the air. Not after he tasted her, claimed her, and disappeared. But fate is cruel. And Nathan? Even crueler. Now they meet in the dark. No labels. No promises. Just heat. They're not in love. They don't do love. They do bruises and breathless nights, sharp tongues and softer lies. They do madness. She secretly wants to fix him. He openly wants to break her. And neither of them can stop. This isn't a love story. This is a slow, exquisite destruction. And neither of them will survive it whole.

Another volume of my poetry series. Passages from an impoverished revolutionary. I will cover politics, rebellion, life, love, hate, consequences, etc... No AI herein. Cover by T.A. Hurd.

poems written by a girl who feels everything. who's been the cool girl, the healer, the one who walked away, the one who stayed too long. this is for the ones who choose themselves and still believe in love.

poetry :))))) ( but I suck mb g)

Some words are not written to be understood. They are written to be felt. This is a collection of light, darkness, love, and everything in between- fragments of a heart trying to make sense of itself.

Just some random things of my mind you can use it but don't forget to give credits

this is just me in an anglo-saxon filter i guess

A collection of journals written in the quietest hours, during the loudest cries no one ever hears. Bleeding ink flows from her heart, engraving pain with every stroke on the page. Page after page is marked with stained tears, a signature of unbearable sorrow. Every fragment of memory is preserved, never forgotten.

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.

❝𝐀 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬.❞ Mead Schlachter's win in the Hunger Games came at a cost that extended far past the arena's bounds and now every year she's forced to entertain the Capitol in order to keep the ones she loves alive. Now, three years later, as the 69th Hunger Games approach and names are drawn, Mead must ask herself how much farther she'd go for someone she loves, even if it means going against what she believes. ------------------------------------------ Book 2 of The Stars The Moon Brings Hunger Games, the concept and its characters, belong to Suzanne Collins. Mentions and instances of the main character harming herself are going to likely be repeatedly present during this fic.

The storm said to the wall, "I rage to give you purpose." And then the storm said to me, "I rage to give you life."

Compilation of poems Written by Esme Emerald Words are deadly weapons but I used to shield myself by armouring it with an heedless mind and setting it into oblivion. Till on day I realize something must done, a clarification should prevail by revealing myself, particularly my internal being as I show my ability in expressing my own thoughts into words of poetry And this book is my sword not just to defend but also to justify myself. --Esme Emerald P.s don't take it seriously I just wanted to add another story.

"It is poetry that shows us the mirror of life". This book mainly consists self-written poems on variety of topics or the poems(by other poets) that has deeply touched my heart. Hope you guys find some of them relatable..! The title was kinda inspired by Taylor Swift's song 22. The line was "It's miserable and magical". And the book's title became "Miserable or Magical?" Read atleast some of them..!!✨

"For every tear I cried, Was full of meer fright. And every hope that died, I still tried not to flight." When you feel lost and want to be found, writing a poem helps to ease the mind. My texts are written in order to be free, so if you relate I hope someday you will be.

How a girl who enjoy arts and soft sound of the living, find refuge in a boy who lives like a muse.

Bad Poetry Society

I wrote so many lyrics since I started to write, but sadly I cant sing and make music so they became just poems rotting on the papers in drawer. In this story I share some of my lyrics, only worse ones, I will keep better ones for myself, hoping one day some singer will come and would like to sing my lyrics, then I will give them the best ones :)

────୨ৎ──── ℐ𝒶𝓃 𝒲𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒸ℴ𝓉𝓉 despises getting a bad grade; well, he despises getting anything less than an A+ at least. So, naturally, his gripes and moans about it attract none other than one nosy Friday Barnes. She tries to help - as it's her nature - but instead gets pushed away. Slowly, he'll let her back in, and maybe, just maybe, if things go his way, they can be together again. CR- @Fridaysbrowncardigan (Ty queen)

This is not a collection of perfect poems- but pieces of light that slipped through the places I thought were broken. Each word is a breath I couldn't take back, each line a moment I lived through-softly, silently, and sometimes, in storms. These poems are for anyone who's ever felt too much, for hearts that hide their glow in quiet corners. Because sometimes, the most beautiful light comes from where we least expect it- between the cracks. "Poems that don't shout. They stay." "Because broken doesn't mean dim."