Poetry Stories

i give too much meaning to things

Collection of poems written by many different alters from our system.

The longing of something you've lost, your talent, gone but yet still there. You love it and despise it, you want it back, but the profound fear stops you, one after another. Gone.

This are some of my and his words, We have pour them beautifully into phase, The person with whom I am writing this will reveal himself once he feel like, For now, try to understand our words.

Kumpulan puisi/quotes

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A collection of ten poems, that lay the schema behind our creative eye.

This is a collection of pages of my poetry diaries in digital form! Writing quotes and poetries started ever since in 9th standard and here I'll be jotting them down for anyone who wants to read them!!

For every girl craving for her true love, Waiting and Longing thinking it'd never come. Losing and circling, Spiraling and crying, Wanting to find the right one. Keep the fight, Find the right, Not everyday is the night, Hope one day you'll meet the Knight.

future romance, escapism schemes.

Hi, I'm Laiba. I write when emotions become too loud for silence and too quiet for the world to notice. These poems were never meant to be perfect. But maybe they were meant to be real. Some were written in peace, some in confusion, and some in the middle of nights when the moon felt like the only listener. These poems are fragments of quiet emotions, midnight questions, and thoughts that never found a place in conversation. They are not perfect stories- just honest echoes of a heart trying to understand itself. If a line here feels familiar, maybe it was never just my voice. Maybe it was yours too. This is Ansuni Awaaz- the voice that was never heard, until it became poetry. And if somewhere between these lines you pause for a moment, feel something you once felt, or remember a thought you never said aloud- then maybe this silence was always meant to be shared. Because sometimes the quietest voices carry the deepest stories. Welcome to Ansuni Awaaz.

Another collection of my poetry beckons you all.

It's a collection of poems written specially for 'A poem a day challenge for the year 2026'. This collection is dedicated to my teacher Acharya Prashant ji, well-known Advait Vedant teacher, philosopher, author, poet, activist, environmentalist and a kind master. Special thanks to my dear friend SA Krishnan for editing my poems. I hope you are ready for another rollercoaster ride of emotions with me. See you around!

🌱 Just Smile, Live at the moment, 🌱 Poem ⚘️🌱 Song poem

a book of my songs and their lyrics or just little prompts I come up with !!!

Random/disordered pieces. Generally written in a dreary haze of sorts. More lucid than brain fog yet with the oppression of hallucination. A wakeful dream; The sense of it, at the very moment it's written been clear, slips away when revisited later. It's rather useless by then. Passion never lasts. And I'm stuck romanticizing the ephemeral. <> Finding human writing/art/media apart from ai will become as pedantic as abstaining for organic produce from the conventional in a market. It all feeds the same anyhow: SFX Props? VFX CGI? GenAI? At some point, barely anyone would bother differentiating. The consequences overall lies in rumor and superstition with a scientific flavor. Getting ahead of the curb by acting on suggestions/hypotheses as mandates; could such gamble be afforded over and over? Doesn't gambling lead to a net loss on average? By the end of it, organic's the minority, as against automation, so will be humanity. Writing on itself as a form of sincere expression, like this, is a type of clownery. A doomed hobby, mutually outmoded as reading. Doomscrolling would've been a better use of time on my end. "Fast fashion" form of writing has always been the point for the mainstream. Writing's streamlined for a long while now. LLM-AI is that final step to maximize the output. Really, is it bad? Its a self-sufficient haven: Why complain over getting more of what one wants, like the want of reading? Quality in art is in the mercy of subjectivity. Not good enough? Want improvement?: Improvement is the expertise of ai. It's only natural. What can be done? I don't know: spiting against a tsunami will not prevent it from coming and washing everything away that's good. And sometimes it takes even the bad amongst the wreck. I'm here; Luddite. Inept. I can only wait to be swept away or drown by it. Whichever comes first. "Sent from my IPhone"🙏🌽⚽️ Cover: Self-Edited(Muhammad Siyah Qalam miniatures)

The Awards solely dedicated to poetry return. Calling all poets on Wattpad to a celebration of poetry. Have you woven your words? Because it's time. The contest will be awarding poetry deemed a result of talent and hardwork with multiple awards, ranging from-Best Use of Metaphors to Best Poem Ending. To Participate, please read the rules and complete the payments before you submit your form. The Contest will span around 1.5 months and I, the host will be the sole judge! So, let your words Bloom, you blossom. (Open)

just a set of poems written by me...

I'm valued like any other things in the world. For what I am, I deserve to be appreciated and portrayed yet you did not.

"I met you first in faith." Between the silence of the moon and the first light of dawn lies a journey of 24 poems each representing a different shade of waiting, dreaming, and divine hope. This is not just a collection of verses; it is a sanctuary for the heart that knows its "Humsafar" is out there, crafted by God's own hand.