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{🏆🥈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 2026 contest by Wattpad Poetry Ambassadors profile @Poetry. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this book on any platform other than Wattpad, you may be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read the story in its original and safe form, please visit @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you for your support and happy reading! ♡ ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

Some doors are meant to remain unopened. Evelyn Wren, a sixteen year-old girl has always believed that old houses keep secrets. But she never expected her grandmother's abandoned house to keep a kingdom. When Evelyn discovers a silver pocket watch with no hands and a golden key hidden inside it, she finds herself standing before a door that shouldn't exist. Beyond it lies Eldoria. A forgotten kingdom tucked somewhere between dreams, memories, and time. A kingdom of moonlit forests and impossible trains. Of roses that remember names. Of mirrors that whisper tomorrow. Of a fox who collects lost things. And a mysterious boy who carries an entire minute inside a pocket watch. But Eldoria is dying. Its clocks are stopping. Its stars are disappearing. And the Queen of Almosts, Aurelia Vesper, will do anything to keep the kingdom from becoming forgotten. As Evelyn wanders deeper into Eldoria, she begins uncovering fragments of a story that started long before she arrived. A story involving her grandmother, a promise that was never kept, and a kingdom that may have been waiting for her all along. Because in Eldoria, nothing is ever truly lost. Not a name. Not a memory. Not a goodbye. And sometimes... the strangest journeys begin with the smallest door. Turn the key. Mind the clocks. And whatever you do- don't let Eldoria forget you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this book on any platform other than Wattpad, you may be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read the story in its original and safe form, please visit @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you for your support and happy reading! ♡ ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

What is power? Is it the crown upon a king's head? The strength within a warrior's hand? The wealth within a noble's treasury? Or is true power something far more dangerous? The Art of Power is a philosophical poem about power, manipulation, human nature, , intelligence, and the unseen games people play. Not everyone who appears powerful truly holds power. Some watch. Some wait. Some manipulate. And some understand the game before everyone else even realizes that a game exists. In a world where people kneel before crowns and mistake authority for strength, one truth remains: Power is not simply something you possess. Power is an art. And not everyone is an artist. - Angela Balolot

He chose me. He loved me. He made me believe I was enough. I never knew his past was still waiting for him. For five months, I trusted him. I saw that he still followed her, but I never questioned it. I believed what we had was stronger than what came before. Then she returned. And the boy who once chose me began changing. The one who stood beside me started standing against me. I wasn't betrayed because she came back. I was betrayed because he left the door open for her while making me believe it was closed. Sometimes, being someone's first choice doesn't mean you'll be their last.

This particular poetry collection will feature more darker, moodier elements than my other collections. Since I have a rather potent murkier side - I have to get it out in some form or another. Copyright © 2016-2026 By T. A. Hinson All Rights Reserved All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. *Chart Achievements Peak: #5 [Wordart] New Peak: #9 [poetsofwattpad] 6/24/26

My personal collection of poems and short stories.

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❝ I can see the HORIZON, And I know it's not the end... ❞ My Dear Readers These are Beautiful beads of my life, Chirping Experiences and Expressions into writings, but these will turn into Poetry only after You Read. I Gift these Virtual Multi Treasures to You. Please Read, Enjoy and Glow with the flow...... Penned by Piku GYUN 💝 Note 👉 Images Credit: Canva 🎗️HIGHEST RANKINGS: 🎖️#1 wordsmith (6th December 2025+, 1st January 2026, 13th April 2026) 🎖️#1 poetess (9th June 2023+ 15th December 2025+, 1st January 2026) 🎖️#1 wordart (15th December 2025+ 1st January 2026+, 25th April 2026) 🎖️#1 poetrybook (28th December 2025) 🎖️#1 wattpadwritings (9th July 2023+) 🎖️#1 poetrylovers (3rd June 2023 +) 🎖️#1 poetrycommunity (4th July 2023+)

Pouring my life and feelings into poetry Will be releasing Sep

Selected pieces written by the winners from our contests.

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Story time! In a world where love can begin with a notification, a late-night conversation, or a simple "hey," sometimes the hardest feelings are the ones that never make it past the screen. He was only supposed to be a friend. Someone to talk to. Someone to laugh with. Someone who slowly became part of the quiet hours of the night; the person whose messages you wait for, whose name makes your heart skip, whose presence feels closer than it should. But somewhere between the conversations, the almost-confessions, and the words left unsent, friendship became something more. Something he could never say. He learns to love quietly: through deleted messages, lingering glances, saved conversations, and every little detail the other person doesn't realize he remembers. The cruelest part? The person he loves is already looking at someone else. So he stays. Not because he expects to be chosen, but because sometimes loving someone means becoming their safest place while secretly wishing you could be their home. Unread Between the Lines is a story about digital love. The kind that lives in typing bubbles, seen notifications, midnight conversations, and messages that are written a hundred times but never sent. For everyone who has ever stared at a chat box and wondered: "What if I told you?" And for everyone who has ever loved someone... without ever becoming theirs.

Sometimes the loudest noise isn't around you. It lives within your own mind. "Noise in My Head" is a dark and introspective poem about inner conflict, contradiction, loneliness, and the struggle between what we want and what we know is right. It explores the voices within us-the questions we hide, the faces we show, and the thoughts we rarely allow others to see. Are we truly who we pretend to be? Or is there a part of ourselves waiting to be understood? - Angiela Balolot

Description Some people enter our lives to stay, while others come only for a while-yet somehow, both can leave an unforgettable mark on our hearts. This poem is about those two kinds of connections, the emotions they bring, and how sometimes we only understand their importance after experiencing their presence and absence. About the Author I, Lavanya Y. Rao, wrote this poem because lately, I have also gone through some of these emotions. And when you experience them yourself, you begin to understand the importance of both kinds of people in your life-the ones who stay and the ones who were only meant to be there for a while. If this poem touched something in you, please do **Vote and Comment**. Your support means everything to me. 🤍

What if hope could be found in the presence of Someone we cannot see? "He Is" is a heartfelt poem about faith, hope, light, and the quiet comfort of believing that we are never truly alone. Through images of sunlight, fire, rivers, and the open sky, the poem reflects on finding peace in times of darkness and trusting in a presence that listens even when no words are spoken. For every burden, may there be light. For every wandering soul, may there be a way home. And when life becomes heavy, may hope remain. - Angela Balolot

Healing through poetry ; Pain is a seed planted deep in your soul, waiting to be cared for, to bloom into a poem; spilled ink, that word pain, and paint a new path each dawn

A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind. "Sometimes the quietest night holds the loudest heartbreak." 'Am I Going Crazy?' is a poetic journey through love, late-night nostalgia, and the art of healing. These are words for the broken, the lovers, and the dreamers. Maybe you'll see a part of yourself in them, too.

She is a sculpted ghost, hollowed out by a society that demands her absolute erasure. Her worth is measured entirely by her silence, submission, and self-sacrifice. She is praised only when she has no boundaries, no anger, and no voice-reduced to a harmless ornament whose only purpose is

In this book, I scribble down my thoughts, framing them into a poetry, with a touch of rhyming words, sometimes!

This poem is about childhood nostalgia