Poeticstories Stories

A collection of stories in the form of poetry, where every qissa carries a different shade of love. "Mohabbat ke Qisse" ek aisi kitaab hai jahan har kahani lafzon me nahi, ehsaason me likhi gayi hai. Yeh ek collection hai un qisson ka, jo kabhi mukammal ho gaye... aur kuch jo bas yaadon, khamoshiyon aur adhoore jazbaaton me reh gaye. Har safhe par mohabbat ka ek naya rang milega- kabhi duaon jaisa, kabhi judai jaisa. Agar aapne kabhi ishq mehsoos kiya hai, toh shayad in qisson me aap khud ko kahin na kahin paayenge. Kuch qisse... meri zabani. ✍️🤍 .....Your one and only, authorrjuvi.

Indulge in the field of wide felt emotions

A collection of my random poetries.

Written in different gender perspectives. Though each individual is different, all of them will tell someone they love them in some way or another.

In the realm of youth, where dreams take flight, Stands Grace, a beacon of love's pure light, A 17-year-old with eyes so bright, Her heart captivated by love's delight. Her gaze met his, and never the same, A crush bloomed like a burning flame, As whispers of infatuation came. Secretly admiring, her heart's desire, A dance of emotions, like notes in a lyre, In love's enchantment, she found her choir, A symphony of feelings, soaring higher. Her journey, a poetic symphony, A tale of love's whispers, wild and free, Through trials and growth, she'd come to see, The magic of love, her heart's decree.

Collection of "Short-Stories" in poetic rythm... ||HGK_WRITES||

Here are some totally random poems written by me (Aspen) if you enjoy, please give it a star!

∴ poetic character, relationship, and event descriptors for the harts - my fictional band. these are merely teasers for their lives before it's written into a full fleshed novel. ∴

She didn't speak often, but her silence carried stories. In study, in hunger, in memory and voice- she found pieces of herself stitched into metaphors. She Was Made of Metaphors is a collection of short stories that bloom in quiet places- in the warmth of a father's voice, the ache of forgotten food, the weight of words that linger too long. If you've ever listened too deeply, missed something too invisible, or felt too much for this loud world- these pages were waiting for you. - written by Nairü

These are the stories I found in the qiuet moments I chose to stay..

This is a book of short poetic stories as well as poems. It will not receive normal updates since each piece is stand alone work. I am a "raw writer" meaning, you are meant to feel the emotion I put into it. Feel Free to tell me what you think and enjoy.