Metaphor Stories

"You don't build a future in a town you're passing through, Harry," she replied, her voice barely steady. "I'm not passing through." "You always are." Harry Styles was a man defined by the exit sign. Between the sold-out stadiums, the hazy recording studios, and a life lived through a tour bus window and private jet, he was a ghost in motion. He was the man who left; she was the one who stayed behind, rooted in the hills of Arezzo like the perennials in her garden, blooming in a cycle he never stayed long enough to see. . Exhausted by the glare of fame, Harry retreats to a quiet town on the outskirts of Arezzo, seeking refuge from the expectations that have defined his life. In a modest house with a serene, vibrant garden, he rediscovers stillness and simplicity, finding comfort in small routines and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But even in this hidden corner of Tuscany, human connection finds a way in, stirring curiosity, trust, and the gentle possibility of something more.

A collection of poems about everything and nothing:)

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 :- [ 𝐱6 ] Sometimes the words spill out messy...... sometimes soft. This book is where they all landded. This book is a collection of poems that speak from the heart! Each poem captures a moment, a feeling or a thought that words often fail to say. The Symphony of Wings & Hearts reminds that even in silence, our hearts have their own music soft, gentle and endless.

Drive is a novella that focuses on a group of night-shift workers belonging to an over-arching industrial corporation and a night that transpires at their companies work-party that changes each of their lives forever by revealing the dark truth behind their companies recent rapid expansion. This novella tackles the false assumption that success is only meant for a specific type of person and the horrific effects that modern day instutionalism can have on the world, if given the ability to do so.

i give too much meaning to things

Welcome to Poetry Roughbook. Not every poem begins as a masterpiece, and this one was never meant to be. Poetry Roughbook isn't a collection of perfect poems. Instead, it's a notebook of crossed-out lines, midnight thoughts, coffee stains, and messy drafts where ideas bloom, metaphors wander, and words slowly learn how to breathe. Every poem in these pages is based on prompts shared by Wattpad's Poetry Ambassadors. Each prompt is an invitation to experiment, challenge my creativity, and discover new ways to tell a story through verse. Some poems are polished. Others remain beautifully unfinished. Together, they capture a journey of learning, growing, and finding beauty in imperfection - one prompt, one page, and one poem at a time. This is a place for first attempts, quiet victories, imperfect metaphors, and poems that simply wanted to exist. So, if you don't mind a little mess, a little magic, and a lot of ink... Turn the page. I hope these pages feel a little like home. All poems are original unless stated otherwise. Prompt credits belong to their respective creators.

Where the flower blooms, the butterfly follows. She blooms quietly, like a flower waiting for sunlight. He drifts through life like a butterfly-drawn to beauty, terrified to land. When their paths cross, something shifts: her kindness becomes pollen he can't help but carry, and his silence becomes the wind that stirs her petals. But even the softest connection can change everything.

With words that flow like ink on a page, these verses explore the weight of memory, the ache of change, and the beauty found in both solitude and connection. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Top Ranks- #3 metaphor (29/04/2025) #4 thought-provoking (27/04/2025) #7 symbolism (24/04/2025) #9 poetry (19/04/2025) 🌟

|Caffeinated Daydreams| [Now available worldwide in different platforms.] Made these endless prose and poetry on rainy days with a cup of coffee while listening to beautiful sonatas. This title is now printed and published but the inside pages are somehow not entirely being posted here so I hope you guys can get your own paperback/hardcover/ebook copy soon. Also, some of the pieces that are published in here are printed in my debut book Chasing Dandelions. ❤ ❤ ❤ I hope you guys would enjoy reading it too. And if you do, have some time to comment or vote. :* Love and Light, Bella Coronel ©All rights reserved

a lump in my throat

Poems I've written in the middle of the day.

As people move through your life, whether strangers or childhood friends, they tend to leave a piece of themselves behind: a mural painted by everyone who has crossed your path. Sometimes it's their grandma's recipe, a song they introduced you to, or simply a color you never agreed to wear. But when someone you deeply loved leaves, nobody warns you that some pieces only get sharper.

And sometimes Against all odds And all logic We still hope a poem about hope.

What if all you believed about love wasn't a lie? What if true love really does exist? What if love is not the perfect idea we dream of? Love is a mystery, who knows where it comes from. Hope is my love and this is all my thoughts, my deepest emotions, my journey to find him. This is my love story.

They say only a small percentage of people can see the world in color, then they say even a smaller percentage of people embraces those colors, but then there's a huge community of people that put the most six well known colors on a flag and call it equality of sexuality, then they wonder why the world is at an internet war over this. Because not everyone sees the world in color. This is a story of a girl who struggles to accept those six colors in herself. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This story covers themes of drugs, physical abuse, emotional abuse, and mental abuse. If any of these are a trigger for you please read at your own risk.

Just some words

yeah, so i write poems at times :P Started: 08.03.2025 Updated: 23.02.2026 Most Impressive Ranks: #4 in poetry, #6 in thoughtsandfeelings

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 'Our love is our greatest weakness'

They said it was love. It was just pain in disguise.