Poesia Stories

¿Es posible leer sin sentir?

S̶e̶m̶p̶i̶t̶e̶r̶n̶o̶ Más allá de Plutón ̶a̶d̶j̶.̶ ̶Q̶u̶e̶ ̶d̶u̶r̶a̶r̶á̶ ̶s̶i̶e̶m̶p̶r̶e̶;̶ ̶q̶u̶e̶,̶ ̶h̶a̶b̶i̶e̶n̶d̶o̶ ̶t̶e̶n̶i̶d̶o̶ ̶p̶r̶i̶n̶c̶i̶p̶i̶o̶,̶ ̶n̶o̶ ̶t̶e̶n̶d̶r̶á̶ ̶f̶i̶n̶.̶ Que trasciende las barreras del tiempo y el espacio; que, habiendo tenido como origen los latidos del corazón tendrá como destino cuando se apaguen las estrellas. Así puede durar el amor, pero más veces así, dura el dolor. Porque el amor se va con el tiempo, viajando por el universo, transformándose en esa energía que destella e irradia más que el Sol. Pero el dolor, te atraviesa el alma, te penetra en los huesos y permanece allí, haciéndose un hueco hasta que te quedás tan vacía como para elevarte al cielo y flotar entre las nubes que juegan a las escondidas con la Luna; oculta de tus ojos como una cicatriz de antaño, que solo podés ver cuando te desnudás ante otros labios.

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟗 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

Dear Diary, Today, I remembered that crowns are not made of gold. They are made of survival. They are forged from girls who were told to be quiet but learned to speak. From women who were told to be less but became more. From hearts that broke, healed, and found the courage to beat louder than before. They called her dramatic when she spoke. Difficult when she questioned. Rebellious when she refused to bow. So she picked up a pen. the Queen Diaries is not a story of princesses waiting to be saved like damsel in distress. It is a collection of poetic diary entries written by queens - queens who were never given thrones, only battles. Queens who have been silenced, underestimated, broken, healed, and reborn. Through intimate confessions, silent battles, fierce rebellions, and quiet moments of hope, these pages explore feminism, womanhood, identity, resilience, self-love, and the lifelong journey of becoming. These are not merely poems. They are confessions. They are revolutions. They are crowns woven from words. Each entry is a fragment of a kingdom built from courage. Some pages carry heartbreak. Some burn with rage. Others bloom with healing and hope. Together, they tell the story of women refusing to shrink themselves for the comfort of others and discovering that their power was never something the world could give - or take away. This is not a diary of fairy tales. It is a diary of survival. Of resistance. Of becoming. So, turn the page. You may find pieces of yourself between the lines. Because every scar is a chapter. Every voice is a revolution. Every woman is a queen. Welcome to the Queen Diaries. A queen is waiting to tell her story. Perhaps, she is you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

Calling all poets on Wattpad to Drenched Cedars - a celebration of poetry touched by longing, memory, silence, ache, and the storms we carry within. Have you gathered your words? Because it's time. The contest will award poetry shaped through talent, vulnerability, and craft with multiple honors, ranging from Best Emotional Impact to Best Poem Ending. To participate, please read the rules carefully and complete the payments before submitting your form. The contest might span around 1.5 months, and I, the host, will be the sole judge! So, let your words fall like rain among the cedars. ☔ (Open)

Poesías salidas de mi retorcida alma que plasman mis mas profundos sentimientos junto a mi tristeza y todo ese veneno que lastima mi corazón, si gustan de la oscuridad, la muerte y de pasajes terrorificos este es lugar para ustedes, todo lo que van a leer son los demonios que viven en mi, ¡Damas y caballeros sean bienvenidos!

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

Capitulo Alchemical Deluxe

The Bloody Girl's Sadness is a concept album that follows Lucy, a young musician whose life is forever changed by love, grief, and the people she cannot hold onto. Across seven chapters, she navigates heartbreak, impossible love, memories that refuse to fade, and the quiet battle between hope and acceptance. From the moment she meets Julian, a man who inspires her to see the world through art and music, to the painful realization that some love stories are never meant to last, Lucy slowly learns that not every wound is meant to heal. While Julian disappears believing he is protecting her, Lucy is left searching for answers, turning every unanswered question into another song. As the album unfolds, love is shown through different perspectives: the dream of a future that never happened, the ache of loving someone at the wrong time, the guilt of leaving, and the loneliness of surviving memories that still feel alive. Every chapter reveals another piece of Lucy's story until it becomes clear that The Bloody Girl's Sadness is not just about losing someone, it is about mourning every version of yourself that disappeared alongside them. It is a diary written in blood, memories, and melodies, where every song is another page of a girl trying to rebuild herself after losing pieces of who she used to be.

It's a poem on nature, emotions and life.oozing with optimistic streak and joys around us!

Serán poemas cortos de lo que he sentido o he visto alrededor de mi vida y me he inspirado de diferentes formas para crear distintos poemas. Los poemas a continuación son completamente escritos por mi por lo que sugiero que se coloque mi nombre si quieren utilizarlos. Y disfrútenlos tanto como yo lo hago escribiéndolos.

Just words that make no sense but make me feel like I cannot breathe if I don't put them out my way. You can interpret it however you want, whenever you need to, because they never expire.

💌 - ❛❛ 𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢, 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪, ¿𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘪? ❞ 「 ✦ 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮 ✦ 」- ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ - ⋆˙⟡ 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 - 2026

Words that'll touch your heart #1 in quotations 3.7.26

Exploring what wolrd of poems can I come accross with prompts of single words. Short poems for versification 2026 This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva

Lo que estás a punto de leer, no es solo un libro de versos, sino un puente tendido entre dos almas que decidieron encontrarse a través de la distancia 💖 Este poemario nace de una correspondencia íntima y pausada. Una historia de amor relatada a viva voz a través de cartas poéticas entre una mujer y un hombre ✍️ 💌

¿Qué se supone que debemos saber sobre la vida antes de cumplir 21 años? Este libro reúne los fragmentos reales, los tropiezos y las revelaciones de un diario personal escrito en plena cuenta regresiva hacia la verdadera adultez. Estas páginas guardan los latidos de una etapa donde perderse es solo el primer paso para empezar a descifrarse. Un recordatorio de que, a veces, la única forma de avanzar es aprender a habitar el agua fría.

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. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

Hay personas que se van, pero dejan partes de sí mismas en nosotros. En los lugares que alguna vez compartimos, en las noches donde su ausencia pesa un poco más, en las marcas que intentamos ocultar y en aquellos recuerdos que el tiempo se niega a borrar. Mis vestigios para ti es una colección de pensamientos, poemas y fragmentos nacidos de aquello que alguna vez fue, de lo que dolió y de lo que, a pesar de todo, aún se extraña. No sé si algún día estas palabras llegarán a ti. Pero si lo hacen... quiero que sepas que cada una de ellas es un pequeño vestigio de mí para ti.

I'm running out of explanations here. I'm winging it. I'm always winging it. The title just felt right and damn, here we are. It's poetry so if it's not your thing, you might like it. Occasionally, it may be a little prose, depending on the feeling but we'll try to keep it consistent. Does anyone ever even read these things? Ok it's about a boy, a lonely boy. Sometimes he feels like he's a thousand leagues under the sea. Other times, it's like he's been severed from reality. Whatever that means. This boy, just wants the world to understand him. But it has no obligation to. So he's stuck on the outskirts of everything and everything else hoping for some sense of clarity. It never comes. It never will. This is a documentation, of his never ending pursuit. That was decent, right? I do love letters, letter letters, confessions, police statements on the side, in case you need them. Basically, I'll handle the ever living heaven out of your writing needs. The sick part, is that it's free so feel free.. to blast the message board and I'll take the time I usually use to do something constructive and meaningful to tend to your requests. Read well, friends.