Poemcollection Stories

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A collection of poems that had the potential to be loved, yet remained unnoticed. Poets don't just write - they bleed, piece by piece, into the paper. They breathe life into words and call it poetry. Writing is filled with what-ifs, maybes, and endless confusion. Yet a poet continues - to write, to bleed, to stay honest. Poets are known for writing about love, but in truth, they write what they secretly crave - and when asked why, they learn to lie. This book is a place where overthinkers can breathe, where tired minds can rest, and where those carrying too much can finally pause.

A collection of poems I've written dating from now to when I was in high school.

What do you do with a truth that has no voice? Smeraldo explores the fragile boundary between memory and numbness. In this collection of prose poetry, the questions don't demand answers, and the pain doesn't move. There are no grand resolutions here-only the quiet, heavy reality of the things we bury in order to survive. A deeply personal, confessional journey through the thoughts whispered only in the dark, capturing the heavy weight of a silence that refuses to lift.

Hello, my dear readers. These poems are just pieces of what I feel- some soft, some heavy. I hope you find something in them that feels like your own. Thank you for being here.✌❤

not-a-bit-funny collection of spur-of-the-moment poems born to death (seriously) --- "𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗟𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 (𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴)" Copr. 2026 kuwentulaera

It's a poem on nature, emotions and life.oozing with optimistic streak and joys around us!

MELANCHOLY | MAY GARNER | AVAILABLE ON AMAZON! ⋆˚𖤓˖° This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly you begin to forget I ever existed. All of me - the parts of flesh you never quite learned to love slips quietly down the drain. I am waiting for the day your fingers unscrew the pipes, dig through the mess, scrape your heart against rust, just to find me again, so we can do it all over. Here, in these pages, I find myself. In ink pressed against my flesh, I whisper the sadness, the heartache, the decay meant for all the unspoken. ⋆˚𖤓˖° A Poetry Collection by May Garner. Original poems regarding real life experiences. Cover created on Canva. 2026. Melancholy copyright © May Garner. 2026. All Rights Reserved.

Each poem tells a different love story whether it be romantic, platonic, or about self-love.

​"The night has said all it needs to say, but the ink isn't dry-it's just moving to a new page." ​From the creator of The Whispers of Night comes a companion volume born from the same soul, written by the same pen, and carrying the same beautifully enduring scars. ​The dark may be thinning, but the poet remains unchanged. ​The Whispers of Dawn does not promise a world free of shadows, nor does it offer shallow, fleeting warmth. Instead, it is an unfiltered look at the horizon through the eyes of a survivor. It is the quiet stillness that follows a lifetime of storms, where the fragments of heavy memories, deep-seated grief, and an unyielding devotion to the Divine Mother are held up to the first rays of morning light. ​Moving away from the suffocating cold of the winter cage, this collection steps onto a road of profound definition and universal acceptance. From the silent prayers offered at stone shrines to the fierce, complex sacrifices of love and survival, Evander Nightborne explores what it means to carry a fractured heart into an awakening world. ​The ghosts have been housed. The dawn is breaking. And through the gray mists of morning, the soul finally learns to breathe again.

My newest poetry collection! Description loading... (I haven't come up with one yet.) 💎 My 9th poetry collection 💎

literally random poem with different meanings and formats for each one... mostly umm pls give feedback and your opinions on them plss. (BTW ALL IS FICTIONAL well most)

A collection of poems written in each piece like a petal that reveals soft confessions, hidden aches and language of silence. The silence that lingers in nights, and in the feelings that are too fragile to be spoken aloud. Photo that has been used were not mine!!

This is a collection of my previous 4 works. They have been combined together. So that it is easy for the reader to go through all of my work easily. I have also added a few new additions to these collections so far. This collection covers the following... 1) A Diary of my thoughts 2) Midday Blues 3) Fading Light? 4) Dawn & Dusk Please leave an upvote if you enjoyed, also I'm not a full-time poet, i only write to lighten up my feelings. My aim is to pour the rawness in my feelings into this collection. So, I apologize for any grammatical mistakes in advance. These words are my attempt to transfer the weight of my feelings, to give shape to the grief that has lingered within me for as long as I can remember. I seek nothing in return for these words. My only wish is for them to exist as a record of my being, a testament that I was here. Each word stands resilient against time, proving that while I am not defined by my grief, it has been a part of me. This book is a chronicle of my love and all the grief that has followed it through the years. Thank you.

A collection of poems that gently capture the quiet moments, the gentle truths, and the small joys of everyday life. Here, we explore the balance between the things we carry and the things we dream of tender, reflective, and filled with heart. This series offers a space to pause, breathe, and be held in the stillness.

"She loved to write Because not only was she bright But because she knew she would be alright And the words would be children of her light." - Me. Here you can find random poems, happy or sad, about love or not (most are though lol). It doesn't really matter. A poem is a way people express themselves without ever having to open their mouth. *All poems are mine! Remember, plagiarism is a CRIME, so think twice before copying someone's work.*

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Volume twenty-nine. These are the rough versions of my poetry and creative writing. No AI herein. I'd write with a pen but it upsets my carpal tunnel. Finals are posted on my Substack page.

these aren't perfect poems but they're parts of me - kimiyo. lowercase intended

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