Fortnite Poems

In a medieval world were there is magic, the land is under the rule of the royalty and the nobility; among the nobles, the mages are the most revered members of society. A young boy from the poor south of the Poem dinasty awakens as a magician, this new found power will turn his life upside down. There is no heroes in this story, just survivors. Follow a regular guy, with nothing special on his way to an uncertain future. This is a slow cook, a 250000 words story.

Ivan is the golden boy of his high school—blessed with a voice that captivates crowds, a talent for art, and a secret knack for poetry. But when he hears Tracy sing, a quiet Senior One girl with a melody that unravels him, his world tilts. She’s reserved, her voice a hidden gem, and he’s smitten—stealing glances, sketching her in secret, writing love poems he’s too scared to share. Popularity be damned, he finally makes his move, and their voices blend in a harmony he never knew he needed. For five years, they’re a duet—singing under mango trees, sharing whispered verses, building a love as tender as it is fierce. But Tracy’s insecurities simmer beneath her quiet exterior. When Ivan’s star keeps rising, she starts to fade, confiding in someone who doesn’t outshine her. A misunderstanding tears them apart, leaving Ivan with a broken heart and a notebook full of unsent poems. Can love’s melody survive the silence? Her Voice, My Verse is a poignant tale of first love, hidden doubts, and the songs we sing to keep each other close.

This is a poetry book that expresses feelings and Thoughts of my own .It contains poems mostly about love and I hope You like it .

This is my third poetry to BFF, written on February 6th, 2024. You said dolphins clapping sea tide in dream By: Amoureax Amant You said dolphins clapping sea tide in dream, sea tide crashing on shore laid in sunbeam, shore sand kissing ocean waved on island, ocean turning orange orange-stained sand. You came like floating cloud aloft blue sea, watched turtles slept under coconut tree, with melody of birds came with sea tide, with reflection drifting toward shoreside. You went like falling rain aloft heaven, fluttered like morning dew dropped in ocean, vanished like foam of fish fluttered in air, like spray of sea blossomed fairer than fair. Perhaps you were mirage appeared garden, or else you were angel came back heaven.

I wrote these sonnets, poems, and quotes; in the darkest hours of my life and I hope some of you could relate. I write with all the love and joy I have for writing, just because I don't publish anything doesn't I still don't write behind closed doors.

Collection of poems by Vice. No particular length or genre, but based on daily experiences of a normal, non-fantasy, human. Who is Vice? Soon will be out on that! Updating: Once every week, no particular day. (Maybe Wednesdays)

In two thousand and thirty a new game called dreamwalkers dominated all e sport like call of duty or fortnite and maybe free fire Max and Henry are best friends, and they're totally obsessed with "Dream Walkers," this super cool online game where you defeat the enemy and rank up to elite! They've spent tons of time practicing, dreaming of being the best players ever. But, like any game, it's not always easy The best thing they have is their friendship. They'll learn that being the best isn't just about winning, but about helping each other, getting through tough times, and being true to themselves. Will they become the "Dream Walker" champions they've always wanted to be? Or will the challenges of the game and real life be too much?

This is my second poetry to my BFF, written on October 28th, 2023. I envied redwood stretched toward heaven By: Amoureax Amant I envied redwood stretched toward heaven, whose branch in branch like hand in cloud ocean, whose leaves like thread weaved curtain covered sky, whose spot like stage light lit for butterfly. I envied stray bird hummed with bugs echo, whose siren song spread through redwood shadow, whose feather swirled like lone-drifting snowflake, whose wings like flash slipped through green amber lake. I envied cowboy rode through siren sight, whose horse ran on green sea plain at twilight, whose gun aimed at wild deer in green forest, whose bonfire cooked deer meat in light gauze mist. I envied fish blew bubble in amber, whose bubble bloomed as gorgeous as flower.

This is my first poetry to my BFF, written on March 7th, 2023. Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain By: Amoureax Amant Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain, at branch in full peach blossom on mountain, but left tree branch with wind through amber lake, toward fragrant sea like drifting snowflake. Just left when butterfly danced through peach tree, just left when hummingbird echoed with bee, when rising sun turned dark cloud peach blossom, when drifting rain fell from misty cloud dome. What if peach blossom stayed till September, peach blossom might neither dance through water, nor travel with light breeze through small arbor, toward vast sea like boat sailed from harbor. What if peach asked of peach blossom's journey, here's the answer, freer than in valley.

My first poem collection book

Whisper of the souls is a poignant collection of poems that delves deep into the complexities of human emotion and the quiet moments that shape our lives. Through vivid imagery and lyrical verse, Bella17 explores themes of love, longing, loss, and personal transformation. The poems reflect a journey of self-discovery, where the heart’s vulnerabilities are laid bare, and the beauty in both sorrow and joy is celebrated. Each poem invites readers to pause, reflect, and connect with their own inner landscapes, offering solace and understanding in a world that often feels overwhelming. With a delicate balance of tenderness and strength, Whisper of the souls reveals the quiet power of words to heal and inspire.

Random poems

A poem about an introverted and miserable Narrator detailing his side of a dark relationship with his strange, outcast girlfriend: Rosie.

This is a collection of love poems portrays different sorts of love and how it makes or breaks us

poetry and random stuff I made up, not only as a coping mechanism. but also as a way to let my mind not explode. (figuratively)

This a poem, that is all I can say without ruining it.

The poems correlate to personal and world problems that almost everyone can connect with; some poems are humorous and are metaphors toward inanimate objects. A few poems are dark and twisted while others are pure imagery, relating to and bringing light toward objects and ideas. The collection, “Fetch,” intertwines horror and thriller to explain everyday problems and human action while sprinkling fantasy elements on top. (Trigger Warning for poems 1 and 4: Don't read if you've been/ are suicidal and struggle with/ had struggled with an eating disorder.) Written: 2018-2019 Tags: #Humannature, #Goth, and #Romanticism.

I hope you are well and if not, I hope these poems I wrote makes you well.

'Of course, I am pretty and admired by many Even pacifists line up to prey Furthermore, I am ugly, look close behind my smile you will see a tongue rich in decay' Such a wonderful mind he has! She is very lucky to have met someone like him - it goes both ways. No, it is not a love story, it is way more beautiful than that.

Collection of poems and morning brain dump notes

Dead, Death What comes at the end, When the time left me then? To be in this world is to survive but how could you survive while having such confused mind? This story is based on a poem but the characters are not.. Little by little you will understand that to be weak is dead and to be strong....

From ancient times to the present, it is said that there is a spiritual realm in the world. Regarding the saying of the spiritual realm, celebrities and scholars of all dynasties have different opinions. It is recorded in the poem: "From Qi to Tang, this mountain is desolate and desolate, the spiritual realm is lonely, and few people visit it." "The spiritual realm is indescribable, and it is difficult to find ghost work."

Short poems used on my everyday, every moment, every second. I discovered that writing helps ease on my anxiety. I'm still writing novels, but when in need of a quickie, a poem says it all. Here's my brain dump version of them. Sit and enjoy!

In "A Map of Scars", this powerful and evocative collection of poems, the speaker embarks on a journey of self-discovery and healing. Through raw and unflinching language, the poems explore the darker corners of the human experience, laying bare the scars of grief, loss, and pain. From the haunting echoes of sorrow to the tentative whispers of hope, these poems chart a course through the turbulent waters of the soul. With unflinching honesty and vulnerability, the speaker confronts the shadows of their own psyche, and in doing so, creates a map of scars that becomes a testament to the human capacity for resilience and transformation. Through the poems in this collection, the speaker invites the reader to join them on this journey of self-discovery, to bear witness to the pain and the beauty, and to find solace in the knowledge that they are not alone in their struggles. "A Map of Scars" is a powerful and moving collection of poems that will resonate with anyone who has ever known pain, loss, or sorrow. It is a testament to the human spirit's ability to heal, to transform, and to find hope in the darkest of places.

Deep within the palaces of the Joseon Kingdom, where intrigue and secrets weave an intricate web, an illicit love story unfolds between a nobleman with a deadly obsession and a mysterious woman imprisoned for a decade due to a secret that threatens the throne. Lee Ji-eon, a duke with an exceptional allure and an air of mystery, finds himself captivated by anonymous poems that seem to reveal a kindred spirit. But the writer is no ghost from the past—she is a living prisoner, hiding a bloody past and an unsettling connection to his mother's disappearance. As the threads of conspiracy unravel, the lovers collide with the ruthless reality of a palace that devours the innocent. Between obsessive romance, political strife, and buried family secrets, they must choose: Can love save them… or will it be the fire that consumes everything?

Tongue twister Her favorite Figuring out It just to cover her lie Don't trust her words But Look into her eyes The eyes don't lie

The more you think, the more you learn