Poet Stories

❝𝐇𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫❞ Book One Of Obsession Series 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 × 𝐈𝐫𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬.𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥.𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. This is what they call him, Veeransh Thakur, a 30-year-old businessman and a Mafia. He rules with power, where life and death mean nothing and enemies only make him stronger. He rarely shows emotions, and when he does, it's never without meaning. For four years, he has been in love with his best friend's sister silently, dangerously. But, Veeransh has one rule: never get attached. Yet the moment he truly lets himself feel, the line between control and obsession begins to blur. _______________ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞.𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦.𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭. This is Ira Rajvansh, a 22-year-old second-year college student. Soft-hearted and kind, she is good at everything except cooking. She dreams of becoming a dancer and opening her own dance academy one day. She has never been in love, never even had the chance until she meets him. But her world shifts when she realizes the man she feels drawn to is her brother's best friend and the most dangerous man she could ever fall for. Their worlds were never meant to collide one built on power, danger, and control, the other on dreams, warmth, and quiet strength. Yet fate pulls them closer. Where he sees a weakness he cannot afford, she sees a man no one else tries to understand. And somewhere between fear and desire, they become each other's greatest weakness and the only place that feels like home.

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.

A collection of poetry that isn't limited to a single topic. Highest Rankings: #1 - thoughtsandfeelings (7/19/2025) #1 - shortpoems (7/19/2025) #2 - poet (7/22/2025) #1 - thoughts (7/24/2025) #1 - lovepoems (8/7/2025)

My fourth collection of self-written poems. Exploring the deep and dark abyss of my mind ☆☆☆ Started: 10 July 2025 Concluded: ★★★ # 1st darkpoetry: 21/04/2026

This is a compilation of poetry and thoughts most centering around the idea of lost love or loneliness. #1 sad poems 1-19-19 #1 compilation 1-19-19 #1 poet 1-29-19 #1 deep poem 2-22-19

Compilation of poems Written by Esme Emerald Words are deadly weapons but I used to shield myself by armouring it with an heedless mind and setting it into oblivion. Till on day I realize something must done, a clarification should prevail by revealing myself, particularly my internal being as I show my ability in expressing my own thoughts into words of poetry And this book is my sword not just to defend but also to justify myself. --Esme Emerald P.s don't take it seriously I just wanted to add another story.

ഒരു ആക്സിഡന്റിന് ശേഷം കാഴ്ച നഷ്ടപ്പെട്ട ദേവപ്രതാഭും, അവന്റെ കണ്ണും വെളിച്ചവുമായി മാറിയ കിച്ചുവും 🍃🤍

»»----> <----«« In this world full of lies, the only truth is knowing how to be with you. My words bring you closer. Even though these walls separate us. And even though I can't have you, you will be the lamp that lights my way. The rose that, in its beauty, wounds me with its thorns. But you will be my redemption. Or in my downfall, you will be the light that guides me through the darkness. - 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 ➶ »»----> <----««

poems inspired by Taylor Swift lyrics about mental health, trauma and everything else that comes to mind

Some memories leave. Others take root. In these pages live rain-soaked afternoons, forests that listen more than they speak, and the quiet ache of things that were loved once and linger still. Here, longing wears the scent of wet earth, sorrow drifts like fog between the trees, and language becomes a place to rest when the world feels too loud. These poems wander through forgotten seasons, old wounds, fleeting joys, strange dreams, and the small ghosts we carry in our pockets. Some are tender. Some are melancholy. A few arrive with muddy boots and a crooked smile, determined to remind us that even sadness occasionally laughs at itself. For those who find beauty in thunderstorms, pressed flowers, worn book pages, and the sound of rain against a window, welcome. The woods remember. And perhaps, after reading, you will too. 🌲🌧️🖤✨

idk ive been getting into poetry for a few months sooo I wanted to share them, SOME MIGHT ACTUALLY BE ABOUT BLLK CHARACTERS💔

A cathartic poetry collection.

Words and thoughts unspoken through the depths of my heart ended up etched on pages instead of someone's heart.

Poems for you and I

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.

🍷 Welcome to the AMUSE BOUCHE CONTEST! 🍷 An amuse-bouche is a small bite offered by the chef to showcase their style before the meal begins. This contest celebrates the literary equivalent: opening lines, first paragraphs, first chapters, summaries, and covers that leave readers hungry for more. Whether you write poetry, fanfiction, or original works, this is your chance to prove that first impressions matter. Captivate us. Intrigue us. Tempt us to keep reading.

My seventh poetry book. My heart's contents poured out before your very eyes.

just some random poetry snippets i think of at 2am

Poems :)

❝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