Poeticwriting Stories

a collection of short poems based on my experiences and the people in my life

Another martyr? No, a monster. ~~~ Males have tormented the females for too long. History has been steeped in despair and females have paid the price. A reckoning is com...

A father and son carry on the family business at a cemetery.

The Poetry Workshop is a collaborative work designed to help poets become better poets. With prompts, information and exercises included in each chapter, we aim to help...

Maybe if you have some time to kill, spend it here, inside my brain. This is a collection of short stories that were written in different points in my writing career, so...

Picking up creative writing is one of the most fulfilling things anyone can do. Oh how the world changes. The inner one, of course.

When I was a kid, my sister was fascinated with greek mythology. One day she told me the legend of Cassiopeia, the woman made prisonner of the stars. I felt so sad for h...

Your daily dose of philosophy in 289 words, 1541 characters, and 1274 characters excluding spaces.

a story in which darkness takes over light

Inspired by Ray Bradbury's "The Illustrated Man", The Fringe is a short exploration into the writing style of Poetic Writing and the Heart of the Explorer.

A sweet first Valentine's day between Scorpius and Albus; lots of gifts, and love, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of colour to brighten the day.

Just some thoughts on life.

𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 ❝ 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯...

"You belong in a field of poppies." "How can spring grow the courage to sprout when shes already bloomed?" He wants to love her, but he doesn't know...

Just a bunch of random stuff I write when I'm bored for my OCs, about my OCs and from the point of view of my OCs

To write is to attempt to do in words what you do in thoughts.

A few words on the joy and pain that is to love.

There are thoughts that fill my head and I must get them out. They need to come out or else they live within me, forever yearning to be told. These are my thoughts, and...

hiraeth (n.) a longing for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. |...