Hafiz Poetry

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.

The novel unfolds an epic saga in a world ruled by light and shadow — but light is not always good, and shadow is not purely evil. Ancient forces clash for the right to reshape the world, where truth is tainted by betrayal, and nobility walks hand in hand with cruelty. Weapons are not mere tools of war — they are extensions of their bearers’ souls, echoing their past, their burdens, and a path not chosen, but forced upon them. Loyalty shifts. Justice is a fluid illusion. And power… in this world, it is no privilege — it is a curse. No one holds it without sacrificing a piece of their soul. This story weaves between philosophy and battle, between blood-soaked poetry and silent screams, where death is not the end… but the beginning of a truth that can only be told — in the language of shadows.

This very book consists of original poetries that are very personal to me. This is my first book of poetry, that is raw and dug deep within me. The scars and wounds were fresh from the battlefield. It took a toll on my mental health. But I am a strong survivor, who is ready to share my story with the world.

**Gets Updated Every Wednesday & Saturday** Nate arrives in Blackridge with nothing but a duffel bag, a mysterious past, and fists that know their way around trouble. This isn't your typical "new kid in town" story-this is survival in a concrete jungle where the weak get eaten for breakfast and the strong learn to love the taste of violence. Lia runs her family's greasy spoon diner and clings to her principles like a life raft in a tsunami of corruption. In a city where doing the right thing is practically a death sentence, she's carved out her own little kingdom of defiance-one that comes with a price tag written in bruises and broken bones. She's never had time for love, relationships, or anything softer than steel-toed boots. Between juggling work, studies, and her daily dance with danger, romance seemed about as realistic as finding unicorns in the unemployment line. Her only dream? To escape this concrete prison and the ghosts that haunt every street corner. But then Nate crashed into her world like a wrecking ball with a sense of humor. When eight thugs corner her in an alley, most people would call the cops. But in Blackridge, the cops are probably placing bets on the outcome. That's when fate-or maybe just really bad timing-delivers her an unlikely savior who fights like poetry and jokes like therapy. Now everything is changing, and neither of them knows where the chaos will lead.

Akin awakens in the body of Ling San, a wandering swordsman in the year 700 AD, at the height of China’s Tang Dynasty, the golden age of art, poetry, and Buddhist thought. But this world is more than history; it breathes with spirits, demons, and forgotten gods. To atone for the sins of a past life, Akin must walk a path between fate and free will, between mercy and vengeance. With every step, he is drawn deeper into a world where Taoist magic, Buddhist wisdom, and ancient legends intertwine and where even a brushstroke can shape the destiny of souls.

They called her the Alpha’s spoiled daughter. Beautiful. Reckless. A party girl hiding broken bones beneath designer silk. But grief is a silent predator—and the night her mother was slaughtered by vampires, Auriella learned two things: Love is a weakness. And monsters don’t hide in the dark. They wear faces that make your heart race. Years later, her only escape is chaos—clubbing, fast kisses, faster lies. Until a vampire attacks her in the club. And he shows up. Cold. Commanding. Unapologetically brutal. Alervon doesn’t save her. He claims her survival like a burden. And that night rewrites everything. Now boys with secrets are showing up in her pack. Each drawn to her for reasons none of them understand. They are not here to fall in love. They’re here for war. --- Alervon – The Cold Protector He’s half vampire, half werewolf. Half demon All control. All scars. A killer trained to obey, not feel. But Auri makes his silence loud. His restraint violent. He’s not supposed to want her. He does. > “Don’t mistake my silence for weakness. I’ve imagined breaking you in more ways than you’ve imagined being touched.” --- Cassian – The Unstable Weapon He’s a fuse already lit. Tattoos like prayers, rage like poetry. Haunted by his past and too dangerous to hold. But Auri makes his madness feel like home. > “Say the word, and I’ll burn the world down. Not for love—for the way you fucking look at me when you're angry.” --- Leon – The Flirt You Shouldn’t Trust He’s a rich boy with a wicked tongue, a glittering trail of exes, and a laugh that’s always half a dare. He’ll flirt you into the grave with philosophy and leave you questioning if you liked it. > “You want danger? Sweetheart, I’m the reason good girls stop praying so I’d say I’ll break your heart, but let’s be honest… I’m aiming lower.” --- Malakai – The Ghost in Black He doesn’t speak unless it matters. Wears grief like armor and touches like he’s never allowed to feel. He’s the calm before the kill. The priest of pain. And she makes him want to confess. > “You shouldn’t trust a man who prays with his teeth clenched. I never ask the gods for mercy—I ask if they’re watching.” Luca Valen — The steady one. The boy who offered calm in a world full of chaos. He loved her gently, gave her safety, a future without fear. But she didn’t want gentle. > “I could give her safety… but she craved the storm that would burn her alive.” “She thought love would save her. She didn’t know it would burn.” >. One was safety. One was Chaos One was Depth One was temptation But he—he was the inferno

Since ancient times, there have been whispers of a mystical realm known as the Spirit Realm. Throughout the ages, scholars and poets have offered countless interpretations of its existence. In poetry, it is recorded: “From Qi to Tang, this mountain steeped in desolation; the Spirit Realm, silent and remote, visited by few.” “The Spirit Realm defies description; its ghostly wonders are beyond pursuit.”

However this book is going to get filled with poetries, about eveything. It's attached with every feeling. It's written for everyone. Either if it's painful or exciting, it's going to leave it's spark everywhere. The world may end but these poetries don't know it's ending. That is why I decided to keep them all together, in a safe place. I wanted to create a kingdom for their beauties. So that they can never be forgetten.

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)

Zoey Andrews is standing on the edge of everything. High school is over, the future is knocking, and her world — the one she’s always known — is shifting beneath her feet. Her best friend Maya is ready to leave for college, her ex-boyfriend has reappeared with unexpected apologies, and her mother keeps reminding her that “adulthood doesn’t wait for anyone.” But Zoey isn’t sure what she wants — only that she’s not ready to say goodbye just yet. Told through tender narrative and fragments of Zoey’s poetry-filled diary, The Summer Between captures the quiet beauty of growing up: the ache of change, the magic of friendship, and the courage it takes to choose your own path — even when the map feels unfinished. This is the story of a girl who’s learning that in between endings and beginnings… there’s a whole summer of becoming.

In a prestigious European art academy nestled in a rain-washed city, Andrew is quiet, observant, and secretly in love with Emma, his childhood friend. But Emma's heart is pulled elsewhere toward Jason, the enigmatic rebel who wears pain like perfume. As Emma and Jason fall into a love that burns hot and cold, Andrew watches in silence, his feelings buried beneath layers of loyalty and fear. Alongside them is Kate, a brilliant writer who silently yearns for Andrew, though Emma’s lingering presence makes her affection feel like trespass. A complicated dance of glances, silence, and misread signals ensues, with all four hearts slowly unraveling in their final years at the academy. But things begin to shift during a national poetry competition. As Andrew is forced into the spotlight, he discovers a latent power rooted in a forgotten bloodline the Whitmore lineage, protectors of something ancient. When he’s accepted into the elusive Halberd University, he’s pulled into a hidden world where magic is real, heritage is dangerous, and the self is never whole. Separated by destiny, Andrew’s past refuses to let go. Meanwhile, Emma begins to sense a mystery behind Jason’s glowing eyes, and Kate grapples with the bitter truth of unrequited love turned resentment. At Halberd, Andrew battles not only ancient forces but himself Whitmore, a darker personality born of his power. As friendships fracture, secrets surface, and the supernatural bleeds into the mundane, Pawn of Emotions becomes a haunting tale of love left unsaid, power discovered too late, and the price of choosing feeling over fate.

This is a heartfelt story of healing, faith, and rebirth. The narrator begins her journey amid an emotional storm, symbolized by an actual tempest outside. After a painful and unexpected breakup, she makes the difficult decision to get up and take her first step toward the light. The days that follow are heavy with sorrow, but she begins to find comfort in small, everyday moments. The quiet kindness of strangers—a baker, passing children—offers her unexpected encouragement. One day, in a park, she meets David, a photographer who also carries the weight of personal loss. Their initial conversations are honest but not romantic—just two wounded souls recognizing each other. As they continue to meet, sharing silences and struggles, a sense of peace gradually returns to her. Her faith, prayer life, and David's quiet authenticity help her rebuild from within. Yet, when a memory or message from her past resurfaces, she is shaken. Though tempted to retreat, she begins to write poetry in a journal and discovers a healing voice in herself. David later invites her to a photo exhibition. One image deeply moves her: a tree bent by the rain, yet still standing. She realizes it was taken the day they first met—an image that mirrors her own resilience. One starlit evening, they finally speak of love—not the fairy-tale kind, but a love that chooses to hope again despite the scars. She silently prays, asking God if she's ready to love. Peacefully, she receives her answer. The story closes on a calm morning. She’s making coffee with a lighter heart. David arrives with warm bread. No words at first—just a look, a smile. That morning, she didn’t give in to fear. And so, their true story begins.

A love story drowned in monsoon rain and quiet heartbreak. To every silent heart that once loved without permission. To every soul who smiled while hiding oceans of pain. To those who watched someone they loved walk away—without ever knowing how much they meant. This story is for you. The one who stayed up countless nights wondering what could have been. The one who held onto memories because reality was too cruel. The one who longed for just one more conversation, one more glance, one more chance—but life never gave it. A Crimson Monsoon is not just a story. It’s a whispered confession from every unspoken heart. A rainy afternoon where pain meets poetry. A mirror for the lonely and the forgotten. For those who carry love in silence. And for those who walked away with a smile—while their soul screamed in sorrow. If you’ve ever loved in silence... If you’ve ever been misunderstood... If you’ve ever lost something without knowing why... Then this story already belongs to you. Welcome to the rain. Welcome to the ache. Welcome to, A Crimson Monsoon..

He was never chosen. So he chose himself. In a world where stories are law and power is granted by the Codex — sacred tomes that awaken in those fated to become Readers or Writers — Sheng Luò was meant to be forgotten. His best friend died to become a Writer. Sheng Luò killed to be one. But the Codex never answered him. In the silence that followed his rejection, Sheng Luò abandoned the world and its systems — and began to write not with ink, but with poetry born from suffering. His verses carry weight. They scar the air, twist space, and leave echoes in the bones of those who hear them. Now, hunted by Codex-bound agents and feared by a world that cannot name him, Sheng Luò walks a path of his own making — a path without ink, without law, and without time.He is not a Reader. He is not a Writer. He is the first and last line of a poem that can never be erased. And if his final verse is ever spoken… reality itself may have to choose between remembering him — or

Imagine: A stone-cold Russian billionaire heir—Viktor Mikhailov (picture: brooding, black turtlenecks, eyes like a winter storm)—gets his entire life nuked when a secret baby appears on his doorstep during a thunderstorm. The twist? - The mom’s a manipulative party-girl who drugged him to get pregnant (trauma). - Baby Misha is half-Korean, all cheeks, and already inherits his "I will end you" glare. - Viktor’s family? Literal villains. Think: evil stepmoms, icy patriarch, and a mansion full of backstabbers. Now he’s juggling: - Harvard poetry classes (his one soft spot), - Diaper explosions (Yuri, his himbo bodyguard/BFF, helps… sorta), - Mafia-level family drama (they want the baby gone). Vibes: - "John Wick but with baby wipes." - "Succession meets Masha and the bear." - Angst so thick you could drown in it… until Misha babbles and Viktor’s cold heart melts. Why you’ll cry: - Viktor whispering “I don’t deserve you" while sobbing into Misha’s curls. - Misha throwing mashed potatoes (Ah, I think it was yogurt? shii, I don't remember) at Anastasia’s $50k fur coat. - The jellyfish hair clips. Always the jellyfish clips. TL;DR: A man who’d never held a baby becomes DAD OF THE YEAR while fighting his psycho family, falling in love with his kid, and low-key redeeming his soul. Feat. Russian lullabies, baby fencing lessons, and emotional damage.

The Cultivation World’s First Demolition Expert Meet Li Wei, a college student who’s just trying to survive his cashier job, cram for exams, and squeeze in some light novel reading between customers. Until one totally mundane (and slightly embarrassing) accident sends him face-first into the afterlife — and straight into a baby body in a mysterious cultivation world. Only problem? His new parents speak in some ancient dialect that sounds like a mix of unintelligible poetry and very bad karaoke. But don’t worry — baby Li Wei quickly deciphers their babble and grins a creepy, unsettling smile because he knows his secret weapon: gunpowder. Forget spiritual energy and flying swords — Li Wei is here to blow things up, literally. While the local maid is convinced the newborn is possessed (or just suffering from gas), the parents insist it’s just the flickering candlelight playing tricks. With nothing but a brilliant mind, a burning curiosity, and an unhealthy obsession with explosions, Li Wei swears to rewrite every rule of cultivation… one TNT blast at a time. Will he become the greatest cultivator in history? Or just the loudest? One thing’s for sure: this cultivation world will never be the same — and the maid definitely won’t sleep tonight.

She was the girl who watched the stars from a rusted rooftop. He was the man who painted dreams on forgotten walls. In a coastal town that time almost forgot, where sea salt lingers in the air and secrets bloom beneath the waves, Isla Maren is a woman trying to remember who she is after a heartbreak no one sees but everyone senses. She moves like poetry and hides like a ghost-until she meets Lennox Vale, an artist with eyes like smoke and hands that create worlds he's too afraid to live in. Their love is not gentle. It's not slow. It is thunder and silence. A love that doesn't wait its turn. But behind Isla's quiet smiles and Lennox's defiant charm, lie buried pasts, haunted dreams, and choices that could shatter everything. This is not just a love story. It is the love story. The kind that ruins you beautifully.

Crown Prince Yun Chi chose as his consort the youngest daughter of the Hua Family, Hua Yan, and the news shattered the hearts of countless ladies in the Capital City. It was said: the Crown Prince could write poetry at three, compose essays at seven, debate with the greatest scholars at ten, shoot arrows with precision at twelve, oversee the examinations of all scholars at fifteen, and was regent by the time he was sixteen. He reached the pinnacle in letters, the extreme in martial arts, his looks were world-shaking, and his presence unrivaled. Hua Yan felt as though a gigantic pie had fallen from the sky, landing squarely on her head. From then on, was she to compete with the entire world for this man? -------------------- Yun Chi: Standing at the pinnacle of the Azure Clouds, he learned the art of balance, practiced the strategies of an emperor, envisioned the land and skies in his heart. Within the nine-layered royal palace, he could turn his hands to clouds and his palms to rain, holding sway over the court and the nation, trimming himself into a figure free from desire and henceforth unyielding. Hua Yan: She viewed herself as beneath the dust, with all her emotions and desires, disliking the Son of Heaven's court, preferring the ordinary alleys, treading on ten feet of soft red and experiencing all facets of life. She believed that nothing was better than green mountains and clear waters. "If you promise me a lifetime, I will accompany you for an eternity."

Kimberly Carter has seen love's promises shatter firsthand. raised in the shatter of her parents bitter divorce and her mother's untimely death , she hides behind poetry and silence, convinced that love only leads to pain.At university she finds solace in library and in the margins of her favorite poetry book where she pours her secret thoughts no one else will see.But when Aiden Grayson Rowe an optimistic architecture and poetry student, mistakenly takes that book her private world begins to unravel. Drawn to her own handwritten words, Aiden reaches out through the pages, igniting a connection Kim never believed was possible. But love isn't simple especially when jealousy, secrets and past wounds come to light. Can Kim ever learn to trust again? Or will the shadows of her past eclipse the light of her future?

“Colours in Black” is not just a book — it's a mirror. A mirror that reflects the hidden hues of human emotions, thoughts, and moments we often overlook. This anthology contains standalone tales — sometimes deep, sometimes dark, sometimes dreamy — yet each painted with its own shade of meaning. There is no continuation, but every story leaves a mark. A collection for those who find poetry in pain, clarity in chaos, and colours in the Black.

In the mystical world of Lexiconia, cultivation power flows not from qi or elemental meditation, but through the mastery of written word. Scribes advance by literally writing reality into existence through increasingly complex calligraphy, poetry, and prose. What begins as simple fire-lighting characters evolves into epic poems that reshape landscapes and novels so compelling they create pocket dimensions. A scribe, Lin Moxian begins as the Azure Quill Academy's most notorious failure—three years of perfect theoretical knowledge and flawless brushwork, yet unable to manifest even the simplest cultivation effects. Mocked as "Failed Scholar Lin" and facing expulsion, he discovers through Master Liu that his "failure" is actually an incredibly rare condition called Infinite Ink.

The Umbrella Exchange is a tender, heart-warming story about the unexpected ways people connect and find meaning in small acts of kindness. Jo Jennel, a quiet writing teacher with a love for poetry and rainy days, stumbles upon a mysterious umbrella left outside her favorite café — inside, she finds a comforting note and a delicate paper crane. Intrigued, she begins leaving umbrellas in return, each containing thoughtful gifts and handwritten messages, never knowing who might find them. On the other side of this quiet exchange is Daniel Mercer, a kind-hearted bookstore worker grieving the loss of his mother, who once believed in the power of small gestures to change someone’s day. Their anonymous connection grows into something deeply personal as they share pieces of their lives through notes, quotes, and tiny treasures tucked inside umbrellas. Over time, what began as a way to cope with loneliness and loss transforms into a meaningful bond that neither of them expected. When the rain stops and the umbrellas go missing, Jo posts a message online hoping to find the stranger who became her secret friend — and Daniel answers. Their first meeting is both nervous and familiar, yet it feels like coming home. As their relationship deepens, so does their shared vision. Together, they turn their private ritual into The Umbrella Exchange Project , a community initiative that spreads hope and connection across the city and beyond. But growth comes with challenges — burnout, pressure, and the risk of losing the intimacy that made their idea special. Through honest conversations and shared values, Jo and Daniel rediscover the heart of their mission: kindness doesn’t need to be grand to be powerful. Inspired by their journey, others begin launching their own versions of the project, spreading warmth in rainy corners of schools, hospitals, and towns far from where it all began. Eventually, they travel to speak about their experience, only to realize that while the world needs their message, they also need to stay rooted in the life they built together. In the end, Jo and Daniel return home, not to escape the world, but to embrace it — finding joy in the everyday, meaning in the small, and love in every drop of rain. The Umbrella Exchange is a celebration of human connection, the healing power of empathy, and the beautiful things that happen when two souls choose to care — for each other, and for the world around.

Melanie Davis thought she understood heartbreak — until she became someone else's replacement. At twenty, she’s bold, brilliant, and drawn to the shadows of poetry and pain. When her literature professor, Miguel Salazar, takes an interest in her work — and her — Melanie finds herself pulled into a dangerous affair. What begins as intellectual intimacy quickly unravels into obsession, as she realizes Miguel isn’t falling for her... he's haunted by the memory of his dead wife. Caught in the grip of someone else’s ghost, Melanie walks away — only to crash into the raw chaos of Hobie Reyes: the lead guitarist of a reckless, underground band with eyes that see through her and fingers that strum both guitar strings and scars. Hobie doesn’t want to fix her. He wants to *feel* her. On stage. In life. Loud and real.

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you." - Rumi This isn't a story about love in the way people usually mean it. It's not about a grand romance, or the kind that ends in fireworks or heartbreak. It's about a quieter kind of love-the kind that settles deep inside you and stays, long after the people who lit it have gone. It doesn't demand anything. It just lives on in silence. In the pages of old books. In half-remembered voices. In the things they once loved-and now you do too, simply because they did. For me, that thing was Rumi. I never tried to understand his poetry, not really. Most of the time, I still don't. But his words became a way back to them. A way to stay close to what I'd lost. A thread I could hold when there was nothing else left to hold onto. This book is a collection of moments. Quiet, drifting thoughts. Half-formed confessions I never said out loud. It doesn't follow a timeline. It doesn't follow structure. Like love, it just moves the way it wants to. Wandering, circling, returning. Maybe somewhere in these pages, you'll find something that echoes the way your heart once broke open. Maybe you've loved like this too.

Odin, the Allfather of the Norse gods, is no noble hero. In his endless pursuit of wisdom and power, he crosses lines even gods should fear. Disguised as a humble worker, Odin infiltrates the realm of giants to steal the legendary Mead of Poetry—an elixir said to grant knowledge, prophecy, and the soul of creation itself.

"The past never dies… it waits." Bestselling author Rishav Ahuja thought he had it all—fame, fans, and a future filled with stories. But everything changes the day a stranger hands him an ancient book at a signing event. It looks ordinary. It reads like poetry. But the moment he opens it, his soul remembers. The book is no mere manuscript—it's the key to a past life Rishav never knew he lived. A life filled with forbidden love, betrayal, and a death that demanded revenge. Now haunted by vivid dreams and emotions that don’t belong to this lifetime, Rishav is pulled into a deadly cycle of fate. The woman he lost. The enemy he never saw coming. And a war that was never truly over. Can love survive across centuries? Or will vengeance burn it all down—again? A reincarnation romance full of mystery, emotion, and destiny. Read now and uncover the truth that even time couldn’t erase.

I know Web novel is for novels and manga. I’d hardly consider poetry to be put in a novel, there’s not really a better place so I’m sorry if it upsets someone. This “Novel” is about broken and hurtful things. idk

A manifestation of my belief in love and life through lyrics and verses.

Title: Stories Beneath Poem Genre: Poetry and Short Stories Author: Han Synopsis: Stories Beneath Poem is a special book where every chapter begins with a poem and is followed by a story inspired by that poem. The poem expresses a feeling, thought, or moment—and the story brings it to life through characters and events. Each poem opens a door into a new world, and the story shows you what’s behind it. Some chapters talk about love, some about pain, healing, dreams, or even small moments that stay in our hearts. The poems are emotional and thoughtful, while the stories help you see those feelings in action. This book is made for people who enjoy reading both poetry and stories—and like to feel something deep when they read. If you’re someone who loves words that connect with your heart, Stories Beneath Poem will stay with you even after the last page