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)

[brotherorpheus]

3:51 p.m.

what a strange math

this all is

an explosion once and then

forever

a tidal wave

enfolding upon its own wake

as though it streams

endless into itself

a voice and an echo and the

silence

all at once

the chorus formed

of tired permanence and

its restless opposite

a small tempest

that gathers dust

as chaos passengers

tiny conjurings

that question motion

amid their spirals

and move

as little hurricanes

across the sunless

bedroom floor

[fallencalliope]

In the quiet moments,

I want to listen to the air,

That escapes from your chest,

As you cradle deeply within my arms,

Saving you, saving me,

As I always find home in our love,

Finding it hard to imagine,

A life without your shelter,

That heals my every burden...

©️fallencalliope

[machinesindecay]

love is in the silence between crackling electricity in the spaces between poetic words and declarations love is in the growth that happens when alone thinking about you where I stand who you are to me, really? love is in the breath that holds my words back, pressing behind tight lips love is in regret, learned lessons, forgiveness love is in the memory at my fingertips, your ghost lingering your body miles away love is in the way I question reality did you ever really exist? love is in the silence where your words marinate and my next actions begin. love is in the years that spread ourselves thin that challenge every perception, every hope every dream falls to darkness and love is what’s in your hands when I reach for them again and again.

[followcb]

Hourglass ⌛️

time time, time changes

the paradigm redefines

vastly different, daily lives

no more, more of the same

it's impossible now, no can do

we can't revisit, yet somehow

the melodrama of change . . . .

tends to steal the climax of the show

today's crisis sits center stage

viciously owns the moment

how might we readdress it . . . .

feels like we'll never make progress

just an over-worn tire stuck in mud

what in the actual, fuck to do

and time's not on our side

sometimes we simply need

to decide, we need to decide

make an available choice

start to move forward . . . .

again it's only a matter of time

before the hourglass runs out

©️ @followcb ☆ August 14, 2026

[zaahrawrites]

[kindnessisstillhere]

Shade

The heat has no escape,

The air is stifling still,

And shade barely changes it.

Still I hide in shade,

Hide away from the sun.

It wasn't how it was begun

But weariness skies back

Wants a world of black.

So even if it isn't any cooler

To the shade I'll go.

[kilonovai]

still new to this body with its

allergic reactions

to the sun,

to touch,

a human skin like a vacation gone

awry.

always alone in this cool,

coconut whirlpool

of a mind —-

(where ‘all mine’ is but my isle,

a hidden utopia,

a ‘should have been’)

biting down on its

meaty veganism,

again and again, and again,

wading in the high tide of its

god-bloodied

loneliness.

[candlelitscribes]

154

Burnt by moonlight

a pale fire leaving no warmth only the silver outline of what was once there.

I stayed awake beneath an indifferent sky, letting every reflection find another piece of me.

The night never touched me with hands.

It only showed me what daylight had hidden.

A tenderness too bright to survive being seen,

a heart exposed to borrowed light,

smoldering quietly beneath the stars.

By morning there was nothing left to burn

except the memory of having glowed.

[almost-am-scott]

Parts - Day IV

The part Where my face longs to dwell And the part With the hidden beat Is the part That gives life to us all And part Of your alluring meat

For the part That is hidden from others Now partly Laid bare for my thrill Is the part That I kiss as you ride me And the part That I grab when you're still

For my part It's the part near my heart And the part That is near yours as well It's the part That you give me on day four Where we go from here Time will tell

- Almost Scott, 2026

[letmebethecure]

I can’t tell you

How much it pains me

Despite my wisdom

Despite my heart

To be honest about

What hurts and plagues me

To give it a voice

To give it a truth

To let it take fight

I shake when I do so

Because I have yet

To tell my truth

Without being punished for it

In some small or large way

And each time I do

Each time I decide to be brave

And it doesn’t work out

It cuts deeper and darker

Than the time before

And I fear if I keep talking

And ultimately hurting

There will eventually

Be nothing left of me

[n4ise]

Untitled

Maybe you're teaching me- in the most horrific way, that your love is conditional. Only when it's convenient. But I, oh how I would love to be inconveniced by you.

How I would love to think of you every second of each day that goes by. Where I can no longer think for myself. Where every decision is wickedly considerate of you. Though. you will not care. You will choose to be oblivious to what my love can do for you.

i dread the time I spent awake with you, knowing I had work in a few hours. I dread the experiences we share, knowing it was only discovered from me. I used to be someone you wanted in all hours, but now maybe some, not at all.

How I would love to spend every minute I have left on this earth with you. Now maybe some, not at all

[twohousesoftheholy]

You will know her

When the oceans come around

Like an old friend or a lover

Or the summer is softly leaving

Her gentle breeze washing over your mind

She will look like a woman

All petals and bombs

Nothing to worry you at all

It’s only your vows you forsake

You will know her in verse

As all the skies change their hair

You will know the depth of her sonnet

As she silences the shogun to be quiet

She will seem still so versional

As she leaves your light unprepared

You will know her

Because you will hear the dreams

[trefleblanc]

Boundaries

Never be afraid to set boundaries.

Boundaries are your hearts way of saying:

“I love you, but this doesn't make me feel good. I want to love you, and to love you means to feel good with you.”

The moment you realize boundaries aren't a punishment,

You learn exactly how to love your partner.

The way your heart races when you speak up for yourself doesn't mean it's wrong,

It means you never felt safe enough to.

It's scary, not because you're incapable,

But because it's unfamiliar.

-trèfleblanc

[n4ise]

cowardice

i ridicule you in ways you may not understand. for it is the only way i have control of the situation. i say your name with utmost disgust, as if it revolts within me. it doesn't, not in the slightest.

i called you a coward, for stringing me along in a fantasy you knew wouldn't be true. i got mad and didn't regret what i said because we both know it be true.

i sigh, knowing this conversation between us, lovers? worse. it's futile. I could reason with every philosopher, every mad scientist in the world that has lived before you and me. i could reason with God. and yet, you will turn a deafen ear to my words.

just amused that i had any to begin with. the last thing i ever did was to reason with you, because you are a man of your word, just not mine.

[kindnessisstillhere]

Paint

There's energy to release

So I'm slapping the page

Picking random colours

Getting out my rage.

There's ideas to be shared

Unwilling to just linger

So painting is the choice

To be the image bearer.

It's I engage the craft,

No need to pick up arms

You paint however you choose

If my description alarms.

[words-and-whispers]

I never cried when I fell of my bike, blood mixing with dirt, sweat running down my face, into my eyes. Feeling the adrenaline of intense flashing pain radiate up your core, I would stand back up, limp to get into position, get back on and push forward.

Was the thrill of the pursuit, the excitement of speed, jumping from earth to reach sky, taking the path most would never travel.

Maybe it's why I trace the scars on my heart, feeling the tender muscle fused with the tangled calloused texture lent by traumatic falls of emotion. Though I am grateful for certain chapters are closed,i don't regret the journey.

It isn't that I love the pain, it's because I thrive to feel what could be, addicted to the feeling when found and always want to take that path no matter the bruises.

[denimnan]

when i saw you the first time, my heart skipped a beat

you were right next to me, it was hard to breathe

we had small conversations, i could hardly speak

but there was something about you that made me want you

every time that i saw you, my eyes used to sneak glances at you

words can't explain what is it about you that draws me to you

though you were not mine, i wanted you even when i knew its wrong

i still remember the very first time we spoke alone, felt too good to be true

yet i never let my attraction towards you affect my thoughts

just starting out a friendship with you, was enough for me then

though sadly, you came like a strong wind into my life then left

i used to be right there, but you stopped looking at me

the hurt i felt when you ignored me, was liked being stabbed with a knife

then just like how you left you suddenly came back

i heard everything that you were going through and put everything aside to be there for you while you healed

i continued to have my guards up for i know if you walked away again i would never let you back in

but the more time i spent with you i started to let my heart do the thinking

not sure if it was the right thing but i could see the happiness on your face

told myself its okay to let my emotions flow for you and started to revolve my life around you

however one day i was told you were changing your relationship status and that is when i asked myself what had i got myself into

was thrown off guard for i would never have gotten emotionally involved with you if i had known

since then i have been questioning myself and blaming myself for being so weak

i know if i tell you i want to stop, you will be hurt and i don't want to hurt you but i am killing myself everyday

you have no idea how much i cry thinking of this as i don't know what to do

telling myself to be emotionally stronger and that one day be able to tell you this

and who knew that day will be today

- N.R.K.