Wattpadpoetry Stories

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.

❛❛ We carry galaxies in our mouths, but most of the stars are already dead . . . ❜❜ This is a collection for the muted ghosts living inside our heads. Every poem digs into the dark corners of thought, love, loss, and the little betrayals we carry every day. Grim, reflective, and unafraid to stare into the void, these words linger long after you close the page. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

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You've spent a lifetime staring at the Forbidden Rung. I am a bit late, but let me show you what it looks like from the other side.

"this red thread woven in the vulnerable. | are we dull and palpable like you sought? | such impressible hearts that seek | another joyful memory | but let's just pretend, | that the conclusion is miles away. | swan songs and tidings, | are not what the world invites | but this heart yearns for so | and for a moment | the light shone and all bask in it | even beneath this raw flesh." song inspo: no choir by Florence & The Machine. It's seen 3 years and I am so excited to bring you another around of my short but interesting poetry. and I'm so happy. As usual feel free to Interpret these poems however. While listing to the inspiration songs and I'll make a full playlist of all songs this time. cover by me.

A compendium of poems and writings in poetic prose, words wrapped in nostalgic winds that endlessly arose, culminating in pragmatic storms that twist and pull the night, trying to restore those memories bathed in mystic light; of an evening so distant and hypnotic, so unpredictable and yet poetic, where moon and stars keep dancing to a melody, under a tragic sky...trying to end this eternal duel and mystery. __ Important Please do not copy, replicate modify or use my work. This is a personal literary work, which has taken me a great deal of effort to create. Therefore if necessary, I will do my best to take legal action against any attempt at plagiarism of any kind. **Please, stay original and let your own voice rise. A plagiarized text has no soul, no fire in its eyes; it's written by a writer with no passion left to show, living off his failures while his envy starts to grow. Longing to become the thing he praises from afar, chasing empty glory for a dream that's not his star. For it will never truly be his own until the day, he dares to face the nightmares he has let grow on the way; those tragic lies that numb him and keep his spirit torn. But if he overcomes them, a new self can be born-he'll stop betraying his own voice, once hidden deep within, that genuine writer still alive beneath his heart and skin.

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.

I used the withe verse to write a poem inspired by a painting that I saw recently! It was beautiful and I was inspired and I'm glad that I could get the chance post it on Wattpad

A poetry collection inspired by the Versification prompts on the @Poetry profile.

Yet I am too afraid, to let it show Reveal my gift, let the world know...

i turn feelings into words and call it poetry

Some doors are shut quietly. Some are slammed by fate. And some... we close ourselves. Closed Doors is a deeply reflective collection of poems that explores the silent spaces between love and loss, hope and despair, endings and new beginnings. Through delicate words and powerful imagery, It captures the emotions we often hide behind closed hearts, unspoken pain, forgotten memories, and the courage it takes to move forward. Each poem is a doorway into moments of vulnerability, healing, and self-discovery. This collection speaks to anyone who has ever felt unheard, broken, or lost, reminding them that even behind closed doors, there is always a story waiting to be told. Raw. Intimate. Honest. This is not just poetry...this is feeling.

You won the Game, but you lost the Player

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.

❛❛ To be known is to be devoured gently . . . ❜❜ A body of prose and poetry where longing, ruin, and divinity collide into one another. These pages trace the surrender of names, of selves, to forces both intimate and unknowable. This is a witness to becoming-through loss, through beauty, through the violence of being seen. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

A quiet story about a girl and her unusual best friend, Luna. Every night, she talks to someone no one else can see or understand. Though they are completely different-one human, one not-they share something unbreakable: friendship. But what happens when fear and change start to creep in? © Issa Solarae/Inkssa. All rights reserved. Unauthorized use or reproduction is prohibited.

In the hope of being liberated from inherited patterns that the brain refuses to swallow 🌼

Most pure ,sweet love letters to my soulmate ! It was always my dream and wish to write letters to my soulmate in my single state ,all my sweet feelings, pure faith , genuine emotions regarding him throughout my single life journey from my childhood early life till I find and marry him - what I feel about him and how special he is for me. These letters are my gift for him ,it's dedicated to him ,the one who is made for me by God , my soulmate and one day he will be my husband . . . ©Glorry Shubhashree 🍁 •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Ranking Top #1 - Prosepoems Top #3 - Prose Poetry Top #3 - Dream World Top #4 - Truelove never dies Top #5 - eyho Top #8 - Wattpad poetry Top #10 - Purity Top # 13 - Serenity Top #44 - Love letters Top #153 - Journey Top #178 - Letters Top # 217- Faith Top #228- Emotions Top #256 - Beauty Top #299 - Dreams Top # 341 - Poetry Top #444 - Feelings Top #500 - Soulmate Top #536 - Truelove Top #638 - Couple Top #658 - Sweet Top # 712- Hope . .

This is a collection of emotions that were never spoken out loud. A journey through broken moments, silent nights, and the invisible weight of pain we all carry at some point in life. Each piece in this series reflects a fragment of the heart- shattered, lost, and slowly learning to breathe again. It is not just about heartbreak... it is about surviving it. About sitting with your silence, understanding your tears, and slowly turning pain into strength. Because healing is not sudden. It happens in fragments- quietly, gently, and beautifully. And sometimes... a broken heart doesn't end. It begins again. 🌙

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