Rhymes Stories

Bright small, glitchy, red panels flashed across his vision. It frightened him, blocking his vision from his surroundings, unable to see the others that surrounded him. The panic, anger, and caution. It merely heightened his fear more than the others, it made him feel claustrophobic. Like the walls had started to close around him, it felt like it. The small boxes of pure code, felt like walls that closed in on him. The faint strings of unknown code surrounded him, rewriting the existing ones he made. It made him nauseous, he felt something missing. Something that had been forcibly removed from his code, it made him panic. Gagging at the atrocious feeling it bought, vision blurring as he tipped forward. Unable to hear the cries of fear as he fell. As faint puffs of smoke surrounded him, it felt.... oddly comforting.... ___________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________OR________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 007n7 Turns into a child.

The morning chores followed the same pattern they always had. Four strikes of the hoe into the dry earth. Four steps forward. Repeat until the row was finished. Oscar Pine had learned this rhythm from his aunt, who had learned it from her father, who had learned it from his father before him. The Folk-Square style was honest work, nothing fancy, just the steady pulse of survival.

[Completed] some poems i've come to hate

Venthan stood on stage, watching the two men singing "Sonia, Sonia, charming Sonia" without betraying a single emotion on his face - but inside, he was fuming. The reason? Singing alongside them was none other than the love of his life. Unaware of his simmering jealousy, she was enjoying herself thoroughly, her voice blending sweetly with the song. She had no idea that he was angry... nor did she know that he was in love with her. Matching the mood of the song perfectly, Rhythm stood between the two men, singing her heart out. It was a popular television reality show for singers. In the previous season, the top 10 contestants had been paired into ten groups, each teaming up with a famous playback singer. Every team had a well-known playback singer as the leader. The winners of the senior-level singing competition served as deputy leaders for each team. Winners of the junior-level competition were the team's child singers. The winners from the teenage-level competition in the previous season joined the teams as an additional member.

Poem's I've written in 2026! I'm not going to do months like last year cause last year I was only on Wattpad for two months

What's up everybody ? I am your writer Pranavi . Ironically enough, I'm a very planned and organized person IRL but when it comes to poetry, the words and rhythm are just spontaneous(just letting my thoughts flow yk? that's why the cover page is river) ~~~~ I know I have won in life when (atleast one of)these poems are published in the NCERT English Textbook, posthumously (Yepp that's the end goal 😎)

phrases, poems and a bit more

This is my first time writing poems so i hope you like it! Each chapter has a diffrent catagory, they are pretty short and!! You may find some spelling mistakes as english isn't my first language, and theyre are a few french wordss!! WARNING : These poems suck as it is my first time writing them so please dont hate on them and instead give me tips if you're a poet yourself

This is my 1st poetry book. I hope you all enjoy my poetic writings. -Poet_Megan_Rose

incoherent rambling <3

Poems about life, love, wisdom, nature, and... pleasant evenings! Enjoy!

To Liam and to all the people who broke me down.

𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 (:

Poems I think.

These are some of the poems written by me. Each of them are whirlpool of emotion. Hope you enjoy. These are self written poem. I do not allow anyone to plagiarize my work.

'From my Heart's Attic' is a collection of poems. This book was born from the whispers of my heart. Each poem carries pieces of love, guilt, healing, and hope. From my attic of thoughts to your hands; I hope you find a part of yourself here. Copyright Reserved

Poetry - No longer was I a person with wants or needs, I was nothing. Just what he saw of me.

Such dread when the sun rises Lunar awards 2023 2nd place winner Best Rankings: #1 in Rhyme #2 in Prose #3 in Poetry #13 in Poetrycollection

Begging won't work, it only brings him more satisfaction. Crying will only prolong your life in the slightest, but at that point you'll wish you were dead. Being quiet only makes him know you're trying to be strong, though you're failing and you both know it. Nothing ever works, in this house of madness. Once you've stumbled upon the door step, you'll wish you had listened to the saying "curiosity killed the cat". Because in this house, you're the cat, also known as his prey. You'll never leave, never escape. Few make it past midnight, even less make it pass 2:00 a.m. Almost no one makes it past 4:00 a.m., and no one, has made it to the morning.

I saw this poster with this poem. I took a picture and then had a brilliant idea to type it up and post it on the Great WattPad. It's a beautiful poem, I say. Read it if you like, and feel free to comment if you agree. :)