Wordsmith Stories

Some things don't arrive fully formed. Some thoughts stop mid-sentence. Some feelings refuse to be named. Some hours pass without ever quite becoming anything and yet they leave a mark anyway. The Unfinished Hours is a collection of poems and scattered thoughts written in the margins of ordinary days. About the things that happen between the big moments. The quiet aches. The half-realizations. The 2am clarity that disappears by morning. No particular order. No grand conclusion. Just what was true when it was written. For the ones who think too much and feel even more.

Here is a few poems that I have written.Some of them are decent some of them are not so much

❝ 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+)

Just random poetry written by me !TW! A lot of these deal with su!c!de and self-h@rm Many are a little doom & gloom, angst, whatever, don't judge

Help me know you better. Midweek curiosity calls. You choose, you vote and your vote matters.

Poetry about a girl in my dream

I don't write for a living, I write to live. I go by glendasogo in Instagram. Cheers.

A drunk girl finds herself unable to navigate the streets back home and ends up by the river. A drunk man is trying to get lost in liquor and ends up next to her. They start up an interesting conversation and talk about different things; from depression to love to lust and so on. She discovers that there's more to it than meets the eye with this man. Follow in a journey of two lost souls discussing the entirety of existence in a mix of humor, poetry and prose as secrets are revealed and ancient never-before heard myths are told under the starry darkness of a timeless night.

It is a compilation of anonymous poems written to express the reflection of our society and they way we feel, think and behave. This book is a relationship builder between the reader and their emotions. Poetry is the kind of music you want to put on repeat because it relates in another mother tongue. According to T.s Elliot "Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood". No form of hate, discrimination, judgements or rather bullying. According to Cassandra Clare "only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry" so, feel free to send in your poems because a caged bird sings to be heard.

I am not at all romantic I am probably the most cliche person ever But I hope like those cliche love stories We'll have our happily ever after ...

Love

A collection of poems for every woman out there.

Poetry

Welcome to the pool of poems which I write to express my emotions. The rhyming and timing of these are the results of my overnight thinking and daydreaming.

Some poems

Collection of poems from my brightest moments to my darkest, from my experiences and views

The world is shifting, and the ones we once trusted have fallen. In the age of Kali Yuga, the righteous are no longer spared. The balance of power tilts, and the truth is buried beneath the ruins of a crumbling world. But amidst the wreckage, a voice remains. A whisper of resistance. A question that lingers-what happens next? Dive into End is Certain, a poem that challenges reality, fate, and the illusions we cling to. Read now. Because truth won't wait.

This poetry written by me. Reposting or anything please tag me (credit) thanks 😊