Poet Stories

•°•~☆~•°•𝕿𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖔, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑•°•~☆~•°• ●~~𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔~~● "You can't keep me forever." ~Her "Watch me." ~Him (TARA × NIKOLAI)

𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. He said it wasn't love. Just lust. Just skin. Just sin. But the way he looked at her told another story, one written in bruises, bitten lips, and poems he'd never let her read. Nathan was supposed to die. scarred lungs, fractured soul, and a life stitched together by betrayal. But death didn't want him. So now he's cursed with time...and her. Aylin was never meant to see him again. Not after that night, 30,000 feet in the air. Not after he tasted her, claimed her, and disappeared. But fate is cruel. And Nathan? Even crueler. Now they meet in the dark. No labels. No promises. Just heat. They're not in love. They don't do love. They do bruises and breathless nights, sharp tongues and softer lies. They do madness. She secretly wants to fix him. He openly wants to break her. And neither of them can stop. This isn't a love story. This is a slow, exquisite destruction. And neither of them will survive it whole.

❝Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should've seen me.❞ Mead Schlachter is known to District 10 as a poet, a butcher, and someone who couldn't be less in favor with fate. Secrets lie between the gaps of the memories she chooses to omit, though with the 66th Hunger Games drawing nearer her efforts will see to be all but in vain. For while the life of a butcher is one she claims, it soon won't be only animals she has to slaughter. ------------------------------------------ Hunger Games, the concept and its characters, belong to Suzanne Collins. May include spoilers from SOTR

Some love isn't meant to be kept. It's meant to be felt, mourned, and released. In these poems, I carry the weight of unrequited love - the red thread that ties me to someone who walked away, _Weight_ is about the pain of holding on, and the freedom of finally letting go..

some songs i wrote sometime. this album is the middle, not the beginning nor end. please take it as such.

This is a collection of bad poetry based on life, literature, and the series of unfortunate events we call growing up during the 2020s.

A series of poetry that I wrote about discovering the different types and tropes of love.

What do you do with a truth that has no voice? Smeraldo explores the fragile boundary between memory and numbness. In this collection of prose poetry, the questions don't demand answers, and the pain doesn't move. There are no grand resolutions here-only the quiet, heavy reality of the things we bury in order to survive. A deeply personal, confessional journey through the thoughts whispered only in the dark, capturing the heavy weight of a silence that refuses to lift.

A series of poems that I wrote from the bottom of my heart and I hope that it resonates with you.

in times like these it's how it has to be

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 every poem tells a story

My 7th poetry book. My heart's contents poured out before your very eyes. 27 March 2026 - The Present

This is a collection of the following: Poetry, I started writing these many pieces in high school for English, creative writing, poetry, and reading classes. I do hope you enjoy my work as much as I love writing it. Thank you, and there will be more to come. Please enjoy. There is more on the way. I will be adding more pieces.

Each chapter is a new poem, maybe I'll publish this as an actual book one day Cover is not original work, I found it on Pinterest and just added the text

A collection of journals written in the quietest hours, during the loudest cries no one ever hears. Bleeding ink flows from her heart, engraving pain with every stroke on the page. Page after page is marked with stained tears, a signature of unbearable sorrow. Every fragment of memory is preserved, never forgotten.

Grave of Unsaid Words is a collection of poems born from the silences I once carried. The conversations that never happened, the confessions that never crossed my lips, and the feelings buried. This collection is an invitation to walk among those memories, to revisit what was cherished, mourn what was lost, and find beauty in the things that remained unfinished.

مەنزڵگایەک بۆ بڵاوکردنەوەی شیعرەکانم دەزانم سادەن بەڵام ئەوانە یارمەتیدەری من بوون بۆ هەست کردن بەباشی لەکاتی بێ تاقەتیدا

පරාද උන කවියක් ගැන කතාවක් අහලා තියෙනවද 💔🥀 දිල්..දන්නවද එක දෙයක්.. කලාකාමියෝ ධනාත්මක උනාම තමයිලු ලස්සනම.. ලු..?? දිල් කියන්නේ හින්දි භාෂාවෙන් හදවතටලු.. ලු...?? මිනිස්සු මල් පිපෙනවා දැකලා නැත්තම්..හැමදාම මල් පිපුනට වැඩක් නෑලු ලු..?? ආදරේ හිතේ තිබුනට වැඩක් නෑලු එළිපිට කියන්නේ නැත්තම්.. හොදටම විශ්වාසද..??

This is Just poetry, this is just my thoughts. I write poetry to let everything out. I hope you love it more than I do!