Poetic Stories

A poem about the shore.

"ම්ම්..මාත් දන්නවා ලස්සන කතාවක්" "මොන වගේ කතාවක්ද?" "කවියෙකුයි ලියන්නෙකුයි අතර කතාවක්!" "ම්ම්..අලුත් අදහසක්!" "සමහරක් විට..." "ඉතින්?ඒක මොන වගේද?" -සුන්දර තුත්තිරි මල් යායක් මැද නිවුනු ප්‍රේමයක හිත් තුල ඇවිලෙන ගින්නක්! කවියෙකුයි ලියන්නෙකුයි අතර ඇති වන තුත්තිරි මල් ආදරයක්! තප්පර හතරෙන් ඇති වෙන ආදරේ...ඒක හරි ශක්තිමත්.

{ LOTF AU ! } - A plane crashes in an island in the middle of nowhere, leaving a group of boys and a girl to be isolated and trapped in the certain island. Survival instinct is a need. The question is, how long can the girl survive, and how does she fight her way to survival?

පළවෙනි පාරට , වැස්සට විනාඩි හතකට පෙර , බස් නැවතුම්පොළ හිස් වෙලා තිබුණා...!

No one sits in the last bench of Class 11-B. They say a boy died there years ago. They say the seat remembers. Then a boy transfers in and chooses it. he is easy to forget. Teachers stumble over his name. Classmates remember his voice but not his face. he casts no shadow, and mirrors seem to know him better than people do. He watches from the place he died-bound to the classroom, unseen by the world, certain he is only a ghost. Until he hears him. Until he looks at him through glass and reflections and stays. As quiet conversations grow into something dangerous, the line between living and dead begins to blur. Because he isn't fully alive. And he isn't ready to let go. Some loves are never meant to be remembered. Some seats are never meant to be taken. And sometimes, loving someone means choosing to disappear. forgotten names, mirrored truths, and a love that exists where shadows should be. Rankings 1st in tomorrow on 01/03/2026 1st in txtfic on 21/03/2026 2nd in txtfic on 24/03/2026 1st in beomjun on 26/04/2026

Pages flip open Dear diary In a world where height is power, the tallest must marry royalty-or be erased from existence. At just 14, the Nameless Giant faces Rule 593, the forbidden law that can turn life into a prison of golden chains-or vanish him from memory forever. Banished souls roam in the shadows, wars rage across kingdoms, and fate itself dictates every choice. As darkness and light collide, one boy must survive a world that doesn't want him, uncover the secrets of his past, and confront a future where even his answer may not be his own. In Rule 593, power is deadly, freedom is an illusion, and every inch matters. Diary closed... Closing my fate... -In two day-

"The world demanded a Goddess. He wanted a woman. I became the sacrifice." They call him Maryada Purushottam-the perfect King. To the world, he is a God. To me, he was the boy with starlight in his eyes, before the crown crushed us both. We survived exile and a demon king, only to be broken by the whispers of Ayodhya. This is the Ramayana reclaimed-an intimate, high-angst retelling of a love torn between a King's duty and a husband's heart. I walked through fire not to prove my purity, but to burn the world's doubt. He was the Sun. I was the Earth. And this is how we burned. ✨ Soulmate Bond | High Angst | First-Person POV

The Moon Goddess, Luna, rules the night from a throne no one could reach, and no one could truly see. She has everything a god could possess, power, beauty, luxury, and wisdom-except one thing she was never meant to want: a life of her own. Every step she takes away from divinity pulls her deeper into consequences the gods will not forgive. For once a god learns to feel like a human, even the heavens may no longer be able to bring her back. "Is it wrong... for a being to want something she was never meant to want?" She lowered her gaze toward the world beneath her, where mortals suffered, laughed, and chose-even when it hurt. "I was given everything," "And yet... I envy those who have less, because they have something I do not." Freedom.

For the first time , seven minutes before rain , the bus stop was empty...!

What if I'm a real monster without a face?...Elena... answer me.

Words merely are noises that we make and the sense we find in it. They are a constricted imagery to the river of thoughts, constantly battering the cage which encases them. Words are what we raise ourselves upon and what breaks us, only to make us whole again. Enough with the psychobabble-ish kinda thing. Hello! Welcome to my Diarrh- I mean, diary! Yep. Welcome to my diary! Just to prepare you, you will encounter: •Crushes •Broken hearts •Ramblings •Rants •Stories? Maybe. •Me If the last one hasn't scared you, please go ahead, have fun, knock yourself out! OR GET KNOCKED OUT BY MY COOLNESS, YOU HOT PERSON!!! *coughing* Yeah, sorry, that happens once in a while. No worries, please go ahead.

​Zarya aur Rehan. Do alag duniyaan, lekin ek hi qismat. Teen saal ka lamba intezar aur dheron ansuljhe sawal. ​Rehan ne mohabbat ko rutbe aur aukat se tola, jabke Zarya ne apna sab kuch daao par laga diya. Aaj jab wo dobara samne khade hain, toh darmiyan mein nafrat ki unchi deewar hai aur mazi ke gehre zakham. ​Kya mohabbat waqayi har nafrat ko fatah kar leti hai? Ya kuch zakham kabhi nahi bharte? ​ "BECAUSE IT'S LOVE" Ek aisi kahani jo aapko rone, hansne aur mohabbat par dobara yakeen karne par majboor kar degi. ✨ [COMPLETED NOVEL] ✨ Draft Completed - Regular Updates! Written in simple Hindi-Urdu (Roman) A long, slow-burn journey of love, emotions and destiny - where every moment unfolds deeply.

The world runs on a lie of stability. For generations, the Guardians have scrubbed the records, smoothed the contradictions, and redirected the curious to ensure humanity never looks down. They believe that as long as the system remains internally consistent, the truth doesn't matter. But a single discrepancy has slipped through their filters-a thought that refuses to resolve, a pattern that matches the dying of the stars. As the pressure beneath reality begins to resonate with the cooling heavens, the boundary between containment and contact is thinning. The truth isn't coming for the world; it has always been here, waiting for someone to finally notice.

all the different ways water seems to represent emotions / feelings

NOT A FANFIC. "Even the stars envied how much I love you." She was the fire that lit up every stage. He was the quiet storm that gave her a reason to sing. Together, Siara Sharma and Arjun Agarwal were more than just music's golden couple - they were the kind of love people wrote songs about. The kind of love that made the world believe. But the louder the applause grew, the harder it became to hear each other. One night, a fight. One moment, a choice. And suddenly, the music that bound them was replaced by a silence too heavy to bear. Some stories fade with time. Theirs will burn - fierce, beautiful, and unbearably tragic - in every note, every lyric, and every broken heart it touches.

poetry for the hearts tarnished by love or the sudden death of it. for the hearts that find a soft lullaby in the pages when raw hope is not enough to put the worries to sleep. for the hearts that bleed ink to paint the chalky roses of life red with words--you'll find my own ink here. and i hope you find a harlequin garden in my poetry. sweet lavender. daybreak lilies. sun-kissed dahlias. a poem for every emotion ripping at your soul, begging to be unleashed on paper. this collection has several themes and ideas--find something you like. let's get lost in the tall fields of dawn's first breath and dandelion song, tucking flowers in the forests of our hair. let's get lost in the words and not in the world. for a moment, let your tarnished heart out of its cage, and hold it to your sleeve. wear it proudly as you read. just for a moment. to feel something and let it be shown. there is nothing shameful in having a heart that has dented-in chambers and rust. it has seen the salt cries of the ocean, the metronome kisses of summer rain, the moonlight tears that have dried into scars on cheeks. it's been corroded by the waters, tarnished. it is not afraid. well that was some pretentious shit. i hope you enjoy this collection. love ya <3 more of my works: "poems for you. always for you." is one of my older poetry collections that is slightly cringe but feel free to check it out. "let me shape you into words" is where you can make a poem request, and i'll write something up! this lovely cover was created by: @lifebytheseashore (go follow her!! she makes awesome covers, writes stunning poetry, and more) #1 in "originalpoetry" Aug. 2, 2021 #1 in "teenpoetry" Aug. 19, 2021 #1 in "poetess" Aug. 22, 2021 #1 in "mypoetry" Aug. 22, 2021

If the world moves forward, Sean would be perfectly fine standing still. After his family had left to Ireland, he finds himself quite comfortable staying alone by himself. Yet one random afternoon, his mother decides to let him give up this comfortable peace of his. Twas creates a new sense in Sean's life.

A poetry collection by Krystel Ariana, written through self-doubt, love, loss, and the quiet struggles of growing up. This is an entry of my life to remind me and you that it's okay to let your feelings spill onto the page instead of keeping them buried. A safe place for feelings to rest. These poems were written not to be beautiful, but to make every second breathable.

I'm just gonna write about this girl in my class that I'm genuinely DYING over and she's also my friend so I'm just gonna write about our backstory and our daily interactions or just random things about her. This is basically a diary where I'm pouring all my feelings out. (I'll probably unpublish this later idk)

हूँ मैं जहाँ, तुम हो वहा तुम बिन नहीं है कुछ यहाँ हूँ मैं जहाँ तुम हो वहाँ तुम बिन नहीं है कुछ यहाँ मुझमें धड़कती हो तुम्हीं मुझमें धड़कती हो तुम्हीं तुम दूर मुझ से हो कहाँ....✨️✨️ "For me, love is beautiful... but beauty can still be a delusion. People call it soul connection, destiny, devotion - I call it distraction. I don't want promises that fade with emotions. I have dreams to chase, goals to fulfill, and I won't let attraction become the reason I lose myself. Maybe love exists for others, but for me, ambition comes first... always." Kunj said ------------------------------------------------ "I used to adore the kind of love written in books cause it is fiction how can someone love or fall at mere glance ... but then I saw him. One glance, one smile, and suddenly every logical thought inside me disappeared. The world blurred while he stood there like the only thing my heart could recognize. Three years... and I still remember him exactly the same. I still don't know how to speak when he's near, how to tell him that some part of me has belonged to him since the very first meeting. Even the first book I ever wrote carries his name between every line, yet I don't have the courage ...Radha said _________________________________ "'Aapko pata hai... prem ka dusra naam RadhaKrishna hai.' He smiled softly, eyes lowering for a moment. 'Hmm... par mere liye ek chhota sa badlav hai.' She looked at him quietly while he whispered, 'Prem ka dusra naam meri Radha ke charno mein samarpit... unka yeh Kunj hai.'" Dive into Story to uncover the beauty of LOVE...❤️