Poetic 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 sleeping beauty retelling ₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─ "𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶." - 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺-𝘙𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ⋆˚₊ 𖤓☽˚.⋆ "𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 " - 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘰𝘯 ˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 🪽 Update June 2026: Hi I'm still writing this !! Idk when it will be officially published since I want all writing & editing to be completed (all chapters). And I'm a perfectionist so I'm not sure when that will be exactly but I'm working on it almost every day. <33 But do still comment and vote on what's available if you check it out, it truly makes my day<33 If you want teasers or other girly book content I'm also very active on tumblr (link in bio) and tiktok/insta (linked on tumblr) it's very aesthetically pleasing :) love you lots ੈ✩‧₊˚

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ हीरे मोती मैं ना चाहूँ मैं तो चाहूँ संगम तेरा मैं तो तेरी, सैयां तू है मेरा सैयां सैयां तू जो, छू ले, प्यार से आराम से मर जाऊं आजा, चँदा, बाहों में तुमें ही गुम हो जाऊँ मैं तेरे नाम में खो जाऊं सैयां सैयां 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ "𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐮" "I am enchanted, willingly undone, and worshipful in this soft abandonment..for loving him is no longer a choice; it is the only language I know." "𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐧 ?!" "If kneeling and touching her feet in chaos made my male ego hurt, then let it be. " "𝐌𝐚𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐤𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐨" 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ #1 in Lucknow #1 in poetic #9 in Delhi #1 in cultural #1 in bestbookever #1 in classical music #8 in teenagers #3 in destiny

You are going to read this as a story. A man loses someone. He stops sleeping. A woman made of light shows him a hundred worlds where she's still alive, still laughing, still breathing - and in every one of them, he's the one who's missing. You'll tell yourself it's just fiction. A metaphor. A clever structural trick about grief. But somewhere around the part where he asks "have I told you I didn't wake up?" - stop, and ask yourself when the last time was that someone checked on you. Really checked. Not the polite kind of checking. Because some stories are told by people no longer here to correct you if you get the ending wrong. This might be one of them. You won't know until you finish it. And by then, it might already be too late to ask.

He lived his life among millions of books, safe in a world of his own making. Until he found one that shouldn't exist. With blank pages. The scent of cherry blossom and the sea. Hidden in its leather cover, are words that read, "only your heart can read me, when it allows itself to feel." His heart calm like a gentle touch from an angel, he was vulnerable. That's when a note slipped from within the pages. 'Nurr come find me ❤️' The note in his hand. The book vanished. What is love? He was about to find out.

Two windows. Two countries. Thousands of kilometres between them. He was in India. She was somewhere in Kirov, Russia. They were strangers when the first conversation began-two completely different lives connected by nothing more than a screen and a few words. But slowly, the distance began to change. A favourite colour. A childhood she doesn't easily speak about. Syrniki and chapati. Rain and Russian summers. Hindi words and Russian phrases. Laughter, disagreements, boundaries, fears, and the little things people usually overlook. He didn't set out to write a story about her. He simply started remembering her. And somewhere between their conversations, he began discovering that a person cannot truly be understood by their appearance alone. There is the girl people see. And then there is the person hidden behind the silence-the one who cares deeply, adapts to others, protects her boundaries, teaches without realizing it, fears loneliness, and carries parts of her past she doesn't easily reveal. This isn't a story about perfect people. It's about two distant windows, two lives, and the strange way a stranger can slowly become familiar. And perhaps... some stories aren't meant to be finished. They're meant to be remembered. 🌙

In all of us there's some sort of magic A sparkly kind we hone ,one that ripples through our veins in streaks of gold and pop at the ends of our hair strands like fire crackers🪩✨ Collection of all my hopelessly optimistic thoughts and maybe poems

This poem tells the story of the battle every man undergoes in life. A war against lust, a war against greed, and a war against lies. best suited for reader who love philosophical fiction.

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. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

a play on words and an attempt on artistic and literary nonchalance in hopes that detachment from the need of validation actually reactivates my creativity and motivation:)

Somewhat poetic.

When all that remains is hatred, can love find a place?

A story that explores the silent pain of grief and loneliness and the fragile bloom of love within a suffering heart. Grace finds herself trapped in the aftermath of several harsh events from her past, each leaving behind wounds too deep to easily heal. Her world becomes a place where surviving feels heavier than living. Until she meets someone completely different from her, someone who shows a quiet but undeniable interest in understanding her. With every conversation, the tension between them grows unfamiliar, intense, and impossible to ignore. But what begins as emotional friction slowly transforms into something deeper than love... A connection that heals.

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.

In a family portrait, everyone smiles. But what happens when one face no longer fits the frame? Raised among good people - hardworking, generous, certain - one child begins to see cracks in the story everyone else calls truth. Love becomes a script. Belonging becomes performance. And silence grows old enough to vote. Being Known is a painterly meditation on family, identity, and the quiet rebellion of becoming someone your own blood no longer recognizes. A story about the cost of honesty - and the strange peace of stepping out of the picture.

Poetic stuff that just comes to mind :3

Who decides how much worth something has... someone... you? Or just parts you see as one? My apologies for the grammar mistakes english is not my first language!

A marriage to end a war, a love she never saw coming Princess Amelia promised to prince William in hopes the end the ongoing war of Lusinia and Zynthia, but her heart belonged to another. Now Amelia must choose on the kingdom she was born to crown or a love she was never allowed to have.

The world under heaven, after a long period of division, must unite; after a long period of union, must divide. The Han flame flickers in the wind. By the sixteenth year of Jian'an, the north has bowed to the towering ambition of the Prime Minister, Cao Cao. From the ruins of the Central Plains, the Kingdom of Wei has begun to rise like a dragon from the mist, yet the path to total peace is choked by thorns. To the West, the lions of Liang Province sharpen their spears, and at Tong Pass, the fate of the earth hangs by a single silken thread. One victory will cement a dynasty; one defeat will shatter the world. Into this crucible of blood and iron steps Boze of Wuwei. He is no ordinary scholar of the Classics. For three generations, his kin have gathered the forgotten wisdom of the Silk Road-scrolls of strange scripts and relics of distant empires where the West meets the East. Carrying a mind forged in the fires of two worlds, Boze arrives as the chosen ward of the "Poisonous Strategist," Jia Xu. Bound by an ancestral promise, the elder master prepares his protege to navigate a sea of predators. But Boze does not dream only of conquest. Though he must lead men into the maw of legend and clash with the giants of the age, his heart harbors a vision unseen since the dawn of time. He seeks to bind the wounds of the land not with the blade alone, but through the profound alchemy of diplomacy and the soul. From the grim slaughter of the mountain passes to the shadowed corridors of power-joined in spirit by a stalwart guardian of law and a brilliant spark of the southern fire-Boze will guide a new generation. By the year 220, the blood of the Three Kingdoms shall water the seeds of a new era. In the ancient capital of Luoyang, a Philosopher-King shall rise, and a Renaissance shall bloom from the ashes of war.