Истории Mayismoving

Slow and steady, subtle yet itching, they're creeping in, they're creeping in, twirling around, twisting in, they're creeping in, they're creeping in. Cover by our awesome: @Kihi-98

Thoughts and images that turned in tears Tears that remained in pillow folds for years. Cover credits: @Kihi-98

Poetry and maybe songs I have written over my life. Some are for challenges so if they are, you will see this sign 🏋🏻‍♀️. OK? Ok. Poetry is very important to me so thank you for all of your support!!

This book is mere of an anthology filled to the brink of contest entries. I have nurtured a new style and form of poetry here in this one and quite combined Greek mythology too.

A book with my poetry . ♡

Self expression for me is one of the most important things a person can have. Ever since I was little, it has been a dream to make people feel something through my writing. Let them know that they are not alone. Here you will find feelings poured out on a digital document. Some from aggravating days at school, others inspired from the song I was currently listening too. Thank you for reading my thoughts. Writing is such a beautiful thing that I get to be a part of.

Legend has it, once upon a time, So far away, where Posiedon resides. They met, they fancied. They smiled, they clicked. They sailed away, they went their way. Just one moment, from feet apart, They lived their entire lives; in that love of past.

I'm not a poet but I still write a lot of poetry so I guess that instead of just writing 30 different stories for every time I enter a contest, I'm going to put all my poems and other miscellaneous pieces of writing here. There aren't only contest entries in here. I'll put some little things in here from time to time. Also, it's not always poetry. Sometimes, I'll put some random stuff here because I don't know where else to put it. Anyways... enjoy!

The poem is called "Where are the Flowers?" It's basically about if April showers came but unlike every other year the May flowers didn't bloom. It's a contest entry in Limerick style from a really good contest book that other poem books (January has Resolve, February is Subtle, March is Wordy, and April had Kindness) all came from. This one is (obviously) May is Moving, it is the newest one and is now closed! The book is in the authors note in the bottom of the story if you're interested in entering in the future! P.S I might move all of these poems into one book after this one closes!

A soul and the alley ahead. There is nothing much to say about this one in all seriousness!

A special thank you to my special someone during these trying times.

for contest

A collection of cathartic poems.

A collection of poems by me.

poem entry

POETICA 1st EDITION ❝He hurt me. So, I drank a venom and let this love die.❞ A miscellany of poems wrote by a girl who submerged in the depths of her endless melancholy. Since she can not fathom the words she wished to say, she dauntlessly grabbed her most tenacious weapon and let the blood of her words express her cornered emotions. ----- Started: January 22, 2019 Published: February 4, 2019 Ended: May 22, 2020 Wonderful banner & cover made by my friend: @xNurtellax (Seriously, you should check her graphics.) ----- Highest Rank Achieved ➡ #14 in Poetry ----- Copyright © 2019 by K-chan All Rights Reserved

"The world is your oyster. You are the pearl." *** A collection of poems written by a young girl. Every poem is as special as a pearl. After this book caught your eye, Could you give it a try? Every poem has a meaning. So what are you waiting for? Start reading! *** Copyright © 2020 by hello-ushi (Ayushi) All Rights Reserved This story is only available on Wattpad.com. If you are reading this story on a different site to Wattpad.com, then you may be at risk from viruses and data loss. To continue to read this story for free, and safely, please return to Wattpad.com, where you can read the story here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/223285375-precious-pearls-a-collection-of-poems *** Highest rankings: #300 in poetry out of 266K stories on October 12, 2020 #705 in poetry out of 236K stories on July 17, 2020 #300 in poems out of 90.1K stories on October 12, 2020 *** Achievements: First place in the Shimmer Awards (August 2020) under Poetry First place in the Bridge Society Awards (Poetry) under Batch 2 Second place in the Yellow Brick Awards under Poetry Third place in the Disney Awards under Poetry Honorable Mention in the WOD Awards under Poetry + Short Story Reached 1K reads on July 30, 2020 Reached 1.5K reads on October 2, 2020 Reached 2K reads on November 5, 2020 *** #TheMushuAwards2020 #moonstoneawards *** Started on May 13, 2020 Ended on TBD

A collection of poetry contest entries that most of can be found in its own book (that is the first 5) I get them all from one book that will be linked at some point here: https://my.w.tt/sGFnoEYv85 Not all of these are contest entries! If it doesn't say contest then I wrote it because I was bored! So yeah!

"November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year." ---Louisa May Alcott November mornings are rather gloomy. They don't have a Christmas, an Easter, nor Halloween. Nights on November are dull and pedantic, involving nothing but bare landscapes. Novembers are rather unwanted, -quick to arrive even quicker to leave, before the icy frost hits. Everyone wants a certain 'November' gone, for the new year to approach faster. This is November's Rebellion. A series of poems a certain cynical November writes, to disseminate his disdain regarding the world and the lies surrounding it. All the other months, are welcome to revel in November's greatness. .... "No, December, I am not jealous of you featuring in a Taylor Swift song!" "January, we already had this conversation! I ain't stealing your head of house position! I just like writing poetry---" "You're a lie, April--not 'your lie in April'. C'mon you're the joke of the year, get it? April's fool?" "L'amour, dear July---" "October's a sweetheart, I don't know which idiot decided to put up a scare fest in him. He runs crying to the bathroom, every Halloween‐--oh, it was a secret." P.S: it's just a bunch of depressing, sardonic poetry, that a pessimistic November writes every month---SHHH! He claims he only writes on November morns! ( Lie spotted! ) Note: Written for contest purposes.