Poeticjustice Stories

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭; 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝- 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦-𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲? 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨." -------------- I have been stealing stars and descending into derived madness; it is to satisfy the parasite within me. These poems are all for them: to relieve the aching, to stop the itching. In this way, I hope to stay a little bit longer and touch the hearts of people feeling the same way.

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

"What endless trials have we endured?" "What did I recieve in dowry?" "What kind of sight is this?" 💭🖇💟 All photos and aesthetic used in this work belongs to their respective owners.... Please don't copy, feel free to like, comment💞:-)

Shards of what she endured trail her, like ashes caught in the wind, shadows that cling to the edges of her inexistent light, whispering of a presence she cannot escape. ⋆⋆ ghosts haunt the edges of her. the wind breathes close― shadows she carries, burn slowly in light. ⋆⋆ Written for Versification 2026. [Highest rankings: #1 in dark poems, #1 in slam poetry]

❛❛ We carry galaxies in our mouths, but most of the stars are already dead . . . ❜❜ This is a collection for the muted ghosts living inside our heads. Every poem digs into the dark corners of thought, love, loss, and the little betrayals we carry every day. Grim, reflective, and unafraid to stare into the void, these words linger long after you close the page. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

A collection of poems I've written over the years Words I kind of want to be remembered Even if it's not under my name they are still my words and that's something no one can take I hope you enjoy, feel seen and understood

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 💘

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴘᴏᴇᴍꜱ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ... ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ... ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

Ananya, a 27-year-old woman with unwavering spirit, she spends her days preparing cutlets, puffs, and baked delicacies, supplying them to nearby bakeries. Her hands are always busy, but her heart lives elsewhere, thousands of miles away in Dubai. Saday, her husband, has been working there for the past two years, chasing stability and dreams as a businessman alongside his friends. At 28, he carries ambition in his stride, but also a quiet ache that never quite leaves him, the ache of distance from the woman he loves. Their marriage, though strong, exists mostly through screens and voices. Phone calls become their shared space, video calls their stolen moments of togetherness. From conversations about daily routines to laughter filled late night talks, they hold onto each other through words, proving that love doesn't need proximity to survive, it needs presence. One day, amidst his busy schedule, Saday decides to return to India for work, and for her. What begins as a simple journey home turns into an emotional passage through memory. As he travels, he finds himself revisiting the moments that defined them: their first meeting, the hesitant beginnings of love, the warmth of their wedding, and the silent promises they made to each other. Each memory reminds him of how far they've come, and how much they've endured. At its core, this is a story of a marriage sustained by words, trust, and longing, a tender exploration of love that refuses to fade, even across distance. It asks a simple yet profound question: when two hearts truly belong to each other, can distance ever really keep them apart?

Some loves are written in ink; others are etched in scars. ​Satang is the "Ice King" of the literary world-a reclusive novelist whose prose is hauntingly beautiful but whose heart is under lock and key. When his bestselling novel is optioned for a film, he meets Winny, a method actor with a reputation for "becoming" his roles. ​To Winny, the script is a puzzle; to Satang, it's a confession. ​As the cameras roll, the lines between the fictional longing of the characters and the raw, physical hunger between the author and the actor begin to blur. Through late-night script doctoring and "rehearsals" that push every boundary, Winny sets out to break Satang's silence. But in a world of spotlights and red carpets, they realize that the most beautiful stories aren't the ones with a "happily ever after".

-You ain't shit. -I know.

- ˗ˏˋ𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣ˎˊ˗ ── .✦ ⸝⸝ 「 "𝘽𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡." 」

Six women. One road trip. A journey that will change all of them. After months of keeping her emotions locked away, Onika Maraj, a fiercely talented poet with a guarded heart, reluctantly agrees to join a road trip from Los Angeles to Oakland with a group of women she barely knows. The trip is meant to bring artists together for a creative showcase, but for Onika it quickly becomes something much deeper - a confrontation with the past she has been running from. Among the travelers is Beyoncé Knowles, a confident and charismatic woman who seems to have her life perfectly together. At first, Onika finds Beyoncé frustratingly calm and impossible to read. Their personalities clash immediately - Onika's sharp tongue colliding with Beyoncé's quiet confidence. But as the miles pass and late-night conversations unfold, tension slowly begins to turn into something neither of them expected. Meanwhile, the other couple on the trip - Lauren and Rihanna - bring their own emotional storm. Their relationship is passionate but volatile, and the long drive forces them to face the trust issues and unresolved problems they've been avoiding. As the group travels through dark highways, roadside diners, and unexpected detours, the journey becomes more than just a trip north. Old memories resurface, arguments erupt, and the women begin to see each other in ways they never did before. When someone from Onika's past suddenly reappears, the fragile balance between her growing connection with Beyoncé and the pain she thought she left behind begins to unravel. Through poetry, late-night drives, and moments of vulnerability, the six women must learn to face the truths they've been hiding - about love, grief, forgiveness, and the courage it takes to let someone truly see you. Because sometimes the longest roads lead you exactly where your heart has been trying to go all along.

Just a random collection of poems that I wrote. Includes poetry about love, heartbreak, depression, best friend breakup, suicidal thoughts and other feelings & emotions I cannot name. Honestly, it's just a collection of those random sad thoughts and feeling of patheticness you get every once in a while. There's also (some) happy stuff in there ig.

❛❛ He tells her the world will break anyone who dares to hope, and she laughs, refusing to listen. She moves forward no matter what he says, and he finds himself following, even when he does not want to. He thought he had lost all care, but with her, he begins to remember what it feels like to protect, to fight, and to feel alive . . . ❜❜ Galateya keeps running through a world that never stops, where danger waits at every turn. Shelomoh has seen hope die before, and he does not believe anyone can survive this chaos. When she nearly dies, he saves her, and together they face monsters, floods, and the endless chase. She is fearless and determined, and he is bitter but protective. In a place that devours everything, their bond might be the only thing that keeps them alive. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

❛❛ To be known is to be devoured gently . . . ❜❜ A body of prose and poetry where longing, ruin, and divinity collide into one another. These pages trace the surrender of names, of selves, to forces both intimate and unknowable. This is a witness to becoming-through loss, through beauty, through the violence of being seen. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

Poetry ✦•─────•✦ ® All Rights to Intellectual Property are reserved. No reproduction of the author's work is tolerated. © rainbow_rain

My favorite poems of the great bukowski Read this if you want to feel joy and excitement !! The way out of misery

MELANCHOLY | MAY GARNER | AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!    This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly you begin to forget I ever existed. All of me - the parts of flesh you never quite learned to love slips quietly down the drain. I am waiting for the day your fingers unscrew the pipes, dig through the mess, scrape your heart against rust, just to find me again, so we can do it all over. Here, in these pages, I find myself. In ink pressed against my flesh, I whisper the sadness, the heartache, the decay meant for all the unspoken.    A Poetry Collection by May Garner. Original poems regarding real life experiences. Cover created on Canva. 2026. Melancholy copyright © May Garner. 2026. All Rights Reserved.

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.