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.

Monthly workshops that cover a range of topics about writing poetry

These are just some random ideas I get once in a while. so basically just food for thought. ;D ps, please vote and comment on chapters you like

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.

The storm said to the wall, "I rage to give you purpose." And then the storm said to me, "I rage to give you life."

A poetry collection of flowers, especially Hydrangea. Blue hydrangeas often symbolize apology, regret, and forgiveness. Pink means love, romance, and heartfelt emotions. White stands for purity, grace, sincerity, and abundance. Purple implies royalty, wealth, pride, and dignity. Green means renewal, rebirth, prosperity, good luck, and health. Red signifies passion, deep love, romance, and respect. Culturally, in Japan hydrangeas are linked to apology and gratitude, reflecting heartfelt sincerity, whereas in Victorian Europe they could also carry a negative hint of boastfulness or vanity when given as a gift. Together, these colors weave a spectrum of emotions from sorrowful apology to passionate love.

i'm a poet and the world is my cage, a collection of teenage poetry. TW: mentions of low self esteem, heartbreak, yearning (the scariest of them all)

A cathartic poetry collection.

The newest volume of my poetry series. Rhythmic rantings of a recluse. A vehicle for rage expulsion. As beautiful as it is cold. Caution is advised.

Alignak is a diplomat sent by the queen Snowfall to propose an aliance between tribes and secure allies. Even with the posibility of war off the table, an aliance is crucial, and Ali is aware of the expectations. Unfortunately his designed guide dosen't take thing as serious as him. (wings of fire fanfic)

Some things don't come out the way they're meant to. Some things never come out at all. I Didn't Say It Right is a collection of raw, unfiltered poems about overthinking, insecurity, exhaustion, anger, and the quiet moments that stay long after they're over. It's about the words you held back. The ones you said wrong. And the ones that never left your chest. Not every piece is meant to comfort you. Some are meant to sit with you. If you've ever felt too much, said too little, or questioned everything after the moment passed, This is for you.

The constant battle between making past people happy and present people happy

I wrote so many lyrics since I started to write, but sadly I cant sing and make music so they became just poems rotting on the papers in drawer. In this story I share some of my lyrics, only worse ones, I will keep better ones for myself, hoping one day some singer will come and would like to sing my lyrics, then I will give them the best ones :)

Roses are red violets are blue...Look, there's a car waiting for you!

it happened in a moment. I've been writing about it since. Small words for the things that wrecked me. Organized neatly so you don't see the mess.

I hide behind these words and smile behind these tears. This is two truths and a lie. Inspired by my lonely thoughts after dark, each piece is delicate and mixed with fear and fascination. This is my truth. (The cover and pictures do not belong to me, it was taken from Pinterest.) © All Rights Reserved.

I turn my grief into verses so it has somewhere to sit quietly.

My newest anthology of poems, circa 2022-2026

a collection of poetry.. written by me.

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