Rhythm Stories

Young Hands and Feeling Everything is a collection of poetry by a girl in a cusp of sixteen, who found it daunting to communicate her thoughts even to those she was closest to. Consisting of 100 poems written primarily in English with a touch of Filipino. Inside these pages unravels isolation in both chaos and stillness, the sensitivity that was kept hidden, the drift of a mind while zoning out, and the relief after the words are penned. Highest Ranking so far: #3- Rhythm #8- Wrecked

♡︎ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌.

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.

A collection of poems on this and that. It's mostly about the heart ... It is intentionally rhoetry. That is, rhyming and rhythmic poetry, to distinguish from free verse.

In the silent reaches of space, the Silent Nebula-a force that feeds on "empty noise" and emotional numbness-has begun stealing the "Heart Melodies" of Earth's inhabitants. When a person's melody is stolen, they become indifferent and lose their passion. To save the harmony of the universe, the Fairy Prince from the Planet Symphony arrives on Earth to find the legendary Star Conductors-the PreCure.

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 have ordered the poems from light--> heavy. So depending on your mood and emotional state, you can read them. Don't mind the fact that I have more sad poems than the happy ones. Subconsciously, I want to write more happy poems but I'm just not in the state to do so. I hope I can get back to them soon. ~~~~ I know I have won in life when (at least one of)these poems are published in the NCERT English Textbook, posthumously (Yepp that's the end goal 😎)

A collection of poems that flow from the page, right into your soul, transforming it from within; forever. The poems in this book focus on diving into the deepest and darkest recesses of the human mind and the human condition. While, finding peace, tranquility and introspection at the end of it. If you are checking out my work for the first time then you are in for a ride. Emblem is a collection of not only the most emotionally challenging moments in my life, but it is a cry against all the pain, suffering and indifference in this world. I have created each line from a part of my own life, so if you are reading this, then you have peaked into my mind, but I cannot help you understand it, as it is up to you to decode it and provide meaning to it according to your own experiences. This is a compilation of some of my best work that I have written over the past 10 years. Touching topics such as: Freedom of thought, women rights, neurosis, depression, loss, technology, philosophy, life, death, theism (atheism), family and friendship. #thecosmicawards2018

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

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.

Welcome back to round two of madness and mischief. Yes, it's another poetry collection. Straight from the mental basement where I keep all the thoughts that probably shouldn't see daylight. Volume One was playful chaos. This one... well... let's just say the world's gotten weirder, and I've been taking notes. Are these poems fun? Sometimes. Political? Increasingly. Do I mock people? Without hesitation. Are there uncomfortable topics? Hell yes. Do I cross lines? Absolutely. Disclaimer: these are my thoughts, not a manifesto. You don't have to agree. And if you want to debate me about them - I admire your optimism, but I don't fucking care. I think everyone can live however they please, believe whatever the fuck they want, and I couldn't care less if they identify as a rubber band. The line, for me, is when your beliefs turn into you being a racist, misogynist, homophobe, anti-vaxxer, or any kind of bigot who thinks some people are worth less just for believing in the 'wrong God' or simply existing. And don't try to pull a vegan and convince others to follow your beliefs, opinions, or lifestyle. Anyway. Have fun, or not, whatever. Poems. Banana. HA!

Classic high fantasy poems - fresh and fierce - COMPLETE #2 Epic Poem - January 2026

These are the sonnets born from my life. The words that bear my dreams, my pains, my passions and my emotions. To William Shakespeare, the greatest poet ever. 》》Awards Winning Book《《

oneshot poems in which raku gifts roses to the five most important women in his life. [corny ass poems and spoiler warning] This was for the #RoseMeanings challenge on Anime Amino, way back in February 2018 as a Valentines Day writing contest (I just forgot about it all this time) Didn't win though but oh well~ Anyways, I decided to post this on my wattpad, since I didn't want these poems to be 'forgotten completely,' so enjoy 💐 manga: nisekoi

Life is a mountain, it's a fountain, it is a sea. Though we can't live it to the fullest, it goes on after we're gone, it goes on forever more. Life never ends.

ဟိုကိစၥ ဒီကိစၥ ခံစားမိသမွ် ဟိုကိစ္စ ဒီကိစ္စ ခံစားမိသမျှ

Long ago, there were two races. The human race and the Caster race. They lived in harmony together since the very day that they were born. The casters has magical abilities almost that of modern day, 'fictional' wizards. They were born with that ability. Humans were not yet they are able to use magic if trained by a caster. However, one specific group of casters were arrogant, spiteful, and turned their noses up to the "lesser race" of humans. They call themselves, Vortexes. Sooner or later, they gathered enough casters to bring war against humans. They would lose though and get sealed using the power of perfect rhythm. However, years and years later, would be released by someone unexpected. Now the apparent last caster in the world needs to gather heroic souls to train them in perfect rhythm in order to defeat this evil before it's too late. They shall be called... The Power Rangers! (There will be swearing in. So far that's all I can say. Probably for ages 13 and up) [Not actually completed, this is just a precaution]

This book will include poetry on love and beauty. The poems will come in many forms and style, but the topics in this book will remain the same: love and beauty. I hope you enjoy. Feedback is welcome. Cover by Ara Damaris @ImperfectARA Book is Complete.

You'll get to read random poems I make up in my head in each chapter. These are Rhymes specifically. They may or may not follow the other rules of poetry. I must warn you, much of my work has a tendency to be cringe-worthy. Proceed at your own risk.

A poem a day for a year.

Sunflower face me My hands caress you and you consume their pain Turn your face to the sun Take my years away and return me to that time Smile upon the daffodils at my feet Sunflower face me Old friend, face me