Poetic Stories

We track #poeticstories. With each word we say, each word we lay, on a page, on a note, we tell a story; poetry at its finest comes in forms so pure and sweet. We give the essence a form, in its finest glory and its own feet. Welcome to Poetic Stories! We are here to use poetry and the art of the written word to inspire others and put a smile on their face. This blog is dedicated to wonderful writing projects made possible by @just-4-thought and @fragments-of-my-mind (and we would not be here without our founders who are no longer with us @mycosmicbackyard and denmysterywoman)

[hasukipoetry]

[inkpressedpetals]

this is what best friends are for.

[jaywritesandwrites]

[aprilfoolfrog]

Land of Fear

This job can be predictable.

Sometimes you get a lousy order

and you immediately see why they

didn't go get it themselves.

A whole section of the area was sealed off for the fireworks.

Typical for not tipping.

I had to go around the closed roads.

A three minute drive

turned into nine.

The fire works boomed as I

skided to a stop at the stop sign.

I do admit that I came up on it fast,

but I stopped immediately.

I didn't realize it was there.

I am not as familiar with this area.

We have been dashing in a different state -

it has actually made a huge difference.

Instead of our typical amount of

zero dollars,

we've been starting out with at least thirty.

The rate is higher, which make even the no tip orders tolerable.

A man was standing in the road,

blocking the road for oncoming traffic.

Crowds of people were sitting

on each side of the road -

watching the show in the sky.

A car pulled up to the stop sign

across from me.

I began to inch up but stopped abruptly

when the man began to pace around the street.

Sir, you're in the middle of the road

I began.

Why are you in the road? Please move.

The car across from me went,

as the man was just blocking my path.

Their lights reflected off of his badge.

Every inch of me tensed

as I was finally able to see the word: police

printed on his uniform.

I shut my mouth and watched him.

I suddenly felt stupid for saying that out loud.

Really, I felt scared despite the crowd surrounding me.

Hi.

I said. It came out awkward and high pitched.

"Hi. You going forward?"

I nodded. It was the only way to go.

"Okay, go slow."

The fireworks popped in the sky

as my anxiety skyrocketed.

This is sadly our reality.

A sense of danger felt

when an officer of the law is around.

I was not scared when

I thought he was a regular citizen.

Hell, I would have said it right to him.

I figured he was drunk or something -

enjoying the festivities.

Why are our police officers

blending into the night?

Why was he not wearing

any sort of reflective gear?

Why was it not easy

to identify he was an officer?

We know why.

Are they not supposed to be here

for our help and protection?

Are we not told to go to them for help?

They use their power

to control and scare us.

All I did was say something he

would of disliked.

It shouldn't be cause for alarm.

I should have the freedom to say it.

It's not harmful,

but people have been killed for less.

I am tired of this land of fear.

Written by aprilfool🐸

6/28/2026

[fallencalliope]

All I wanted or ever desired,

Was to be given the chance,

To finally breathe easy,

Ammend my collapsed lungs,

To rather drown let myself drown,

In this love I learned to experience for the first time,

Be the perfect lover but I seemed to have failed...

©️fallencalliope

[emphasiskills]

I will survive this.

If I'm right,

it was all worth it

to have loved you

so much.

If I'm wrong,

it was all worth it

to have loved you

so much.

(I'm sorry,

I'm so

fucking sorry.)

[strawbberries]

i am trying really hard

not to be pathetic about this

but the farther away from you i go

the harder the string tugs at me.

the only thing worse than

missing you when i’m drunk is

missing you when i’m sober.

you’re only a few minutes away,

i could call you and tell you i need a hug.

or i could lay here a little while longer

feeling sick to my stomach and

trying to navigate all the letting go.

why do i care so fucking much

if i only exist after midnight?

i wish i was made of plastic—

letting you use me wouldn’t hurt so much.

— strawberries (excerpt #295) from “Surface Tension”

[luminote]

Wanted to experiment a little with structure this time, there's a bit of visual poetry woven into the piece, with a touch of contrapuntal form at the beginning. I've been feeling pretty uninspired and exhausted lately, so it feels good to have put even a little bit of myself into creating something again. Hope everyone experiencing this intense heatwave is taking care of themselves. ♡

[novinablog]

Winter poetry

In the night

Snow falls

So cold

I watch the window

Heart empty

Room quiet

Just numb

[oneandocey]

I wished a lighter world would come,

Now all the world's alight,

Fires spread from tree to me,

And no one wants to fight,

Perhaps they too had hoped for hope,

That now has fled to ash,

Still they kill without remorse,

Feast on blue marbled flesh.

[dementia7]

miscreant.txt

[unmondefou]

The Threshold of the Barzakh

​Even if I were to wait an eternity,

she would not return;

for she has gone where souls meet—

to the realm of Barzakh,

from which I was cast away.

​And though I have shed all my sins

and erased their traces

with the breaths of faith,

their remnants still track me

like a demonic jinn.

​Yet, salvation comes only

in the stillness of the night,

when the Lesser Death

—out of pity for me—

bears me to where my closed eyes

find solace in her shimmering Manes.

--- h.harouche

[chrystal-is-clear]

A SONG WRITTEN FOR YOU

I wrote a song just for you

but it seems like out of tune

Maybe some sol la ti do

Then I can sing it to you.

You are my only question

For whom I seek no answer

To show my love for you, Love

I shall sing this song to ya.

Words make harmony

A tune for the melody

Waves will spell your name loud

Strings will make a lovely sound.

You are my sweet secret that

I'll keep hidden in my heart

When you will hold my hand, Love

I will sing this song to ya.

Whispering, in your ear

For me

You are my only dear.

Love for me

is the universe

I can see only

You, a star.

I can be your compass, sweetheart

Show you the way to my love

My love will be crystal clear

And I will love you for-ever.

[iamjimekuto]

If time flies, then when

will my time come for

me to find true love?

He and I had the time

of our lives, we would

laugh like it's just us.

We would cuddle like

the world's not cruel

enough for us.

But then things changed,

so he and I had to go

our separate ways.

I miss the memories,

that I can't deny,

but the person?

I miss the old him.

Older Memoirs.

G.C.© | 06•26•26

[followcb]

Every Cliché Line

love knows when

love knows it's ready

prepared to lean toward

sow seeds, move forward

love will make us grow

teach us what we don't know

try to explain it's why . . .

help us recognize "the signs"

both the thunder

and the lightning

unexpected storms that test

yet love let's in the light

colors our futures mighty bright

that's its rhythm and its rhyme

its impeccable timing

poetic pairings in my mind

love's a stanza of sighs

a universe that lives inside

keepr of every cliché line

love is the gold we find

it's evergreen and wise

thought it may be denied

arrive in some disguise

it's impossible to hide

from its intoxicating high

never run, never hide

love's stronger than pride

and one sweet day we'll find

love is the road we'll go

it's a path that opens wide

full of wonder, surprise

yes, someday we'll love

forgive ourselves, our sins

yes, we'll be whole again

our soul purpose will begin

love will clarify everything

☆☆☆☆☆

©️ @followcb ☆ June 25, 2026

[oneandocey]

Forbidden Fruit

Tantalizing touches,

A heat so sweet that all life blushes,

Lifetimes lived in briefest brushes,

Sugar surge, endorphin rushes,

How I wish I could taste you,

Forbidden fruit,

Dipped deep in dew,

Even if you rot my teeth,

To bite and tear,

Would be too sweet.

[flowerswedontsee]

I will always love you and you will always love me.

Maybe im the only one who kept that promise after all these years and lifetimes.

Maybe your stomach doesn't hurt when you think about me and maybe you don't even think about me at all.

Maybe none of it was real.

Maybe the version of you in my head didn't exist,maybe the version of me wasn't real because i created it just so we could be the same.

Maybe we were both just pretending we were something we weren't so we could fit together.

So very perfectly.