Poesia Stories

Midnight Poems is a collection of raw, haunting thoughts-written in the quiet hours when sleep won't come and the dark feels a little too honest. These aren't your typical love poems. They're messy, aching, and sometimes a bit twisted. If you've ever stayed up too late thinking about everything and nothing, this book is for you.

This is a collection of poems born from silence, survival, and identity. Written by someone who was told to hide, and chose instead to speak. Every poem is a quiet war. Every line, a piece of light. _________________________________________ 'And Strangle them with a rainbow shirt, Because Little broken boys just don't seem to hurt.' - From 'Too young' 'You're a man now, not little anymore, Still so little, Evermore...' - From 'My Favourite little Man' 'Would I too break my toys, if I did belong?' - From 'Mirror World' ______________________________________________ ⚠️BEWARE⚠️- There's too much going on in my poems ;) If you don't relate to my poems, I feel sad for you. If you do relate to my poems, I feel sadder for you. ______________________________________________ 1st Runner-Up In 'The Fathomless Verse Awards' 🏆 _____________________________________________ Remarkable Rankings! #6 in poems out of 222k books on 10/31/25 #4 in Poesia out of 16k books on 11/11/25 #20 in short out of 160k books on 11/11/25 #7 in inspiration out of 30k books on 11/11/25 #2 in Poesia out of 16k books on 11/13/25 #13 in short out of 160k books on 11/13/25 #1 in Personal out of 28k books on 11/15/25 #2 in Poems out of 222k books on 1/14/25 #1 in Poesia out of 16k books on 12/16/25

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

Poetry or prose? An attempt to describe what I feel and think . ✨Contains verses And lines ✨ Join me on this journey and shower your love by supporting my book. #1 in quotations 13.12.25 1k reads 18.1.26

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EL SENTIDO DE SENTIR es un poemario que nace desde las entrañas, desde alguien incapaz de comunicar sus sentimientos de la manera convencional, teniendo que recurrir a formas más heterodoxas para evitar ahogarse en su silencio y en sus propias emociones, y así no explotar en una oleada de desenfrenadas sensaciones que llegan sin previo aviso. Recuerda, expresarse no es signo de debilidad, es una necesidad básica del ser humano, nunca lo olvides.

In days gone by, waves of drama overwhelmed Asunder's mental state. Instead of becoming a victim, the character moves from a state of victimization to empowerment by using journaling to declutter her mind and regain control. By capturing overwhelming drama on the page, the character prevents the negative thoughts from continuously circling, transforming a 'broken mind' into a proactive, 'cleared' state of being

It's all about the poems written by me

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•⊹٭𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃𝚁𝚈/𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴٭⊹• ˜"*°•.˜"*°• She had her guardian angel paint her curves in clementine.... •°*"˜.•°*"˜ Highest ranking : #12 in poetry [out of 290k stories] #19 in poetry [out of 285k stories] #17 in poem [out of 167k stories]

This is not a single collection. It's a spill. Random poems posted when they show up: about love, grief, rage, God, bodies, politics, healing, and the weird little things that won't leave me alone. No theme. No schedule. Just feelings clocking in unannounced. Read like you're eavesdropping on my inner monologue. Stay if something bruises you gently.

Late bloomer : someone who becomes successful, attractive, etc., at a later time in life than other people.

I See the World as Poetry is a collection of short poems about time, love, hesitation, and hope.

They call him cruel, heartless, and beyond redemption. To the world, he is the villain the one born of darkness, feared for his power and blamed for every broken thing. No one pauses to look past the scars, the rage, or the walls he has built to survive. Yet beneath that hardened exterior lives a love far deeper than anyone dares to imagine. Unlike the hero's love, which glows softly with kindness and hope, his love burns like fire caught in a storm. It is intense, overwhelming, and dangerous, shaped by pain and loss. He does not offer gentle promises or fleeting affection. When he loves, he gives all of himself, his strength, his fury, his loyalty, and his soul. The hero's love may shine bright for a moment, only to fade with time. But the villain's love endures. It scars, it consumes, and it transforms both the giver and the one who receives it. It is not perfect, nor is it pure, but it is real, unyielding and eternal. A Villain's Love is a story about passion born in darkness, devotion misunderstood by the world, and a heart that loves fiercely, even when that love costs everything.

She usually daydreamed during the day, regularly insomnia visits her on full moon nights. He is an expert in diverse narratives in the evenings and early mornings. Overthinking and intensity was his virtue at times, at others he had been told so many times it was a defect. A must read in the library would be the meeting of friends, that would become the scene of the encounter between the dreamer of the day and the thinker of the night. Ella usualmente soñaba despierta durante el día, regularmente el insomio la visita en las noches de luna llena. El es un experto en narrativas diversas en las noches y madrugadas. El sobrepensar y la intensidad era su virtud en ocasiones, en otras le habían dicho tantas veces que era un defecto. Una lectura obligada en la biblioteca se daría la reunión de amigos, ese se volvería el escenario del encuentro entre la soñadora del dia y el pensador de la noche.

Welcome to the world of a romantic storyteller. I have to warn you, you'll either be filled with so much love or a lot of heartbreak. But still, a romantic's heart cannot be broken 💘

Vuoi un assaggio dall'Ambrosia? Vieni qui affianco a noi... Poesie per tutti i tipi di persone immaginabili. E forse anche quelli inimmaginabili. -- Copertina creata da me. Immagine usata in copertina: Circe offre la coppa a Ulisse, John William Waterhouse, 1891.

en curso.

**Winner of Wattpad India Awards 2020** **Shortlisted in the Horror/Paranormal genre for Wattys India** "Open your eyes, Avish. I'm not here to hurt you." A strange melody wakes you up. A man garbed all in black sits in the shadows of your room. He knows you. He knows your very soul. _______________________________________ Now, everyone has seen ghosts. They might deny it, but they have. But Avish's ghost is special. And although the man in black - Bhoo - has left an indelible impact on his traumatic childhood, has been the grains to his gravel, Avish wishes to forget all about him. Can he, though? Nightmares. Domestic violence. Bullies. Booze. An unexplained persona. Does his past - and an estranged side of it at that - hold the key to leading his present life? The man in black is a phantom to be feared . . . or is he? Feel free to find out . . . _______________________________________ Cover by: @sunshineflowerpages_ #completed

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