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This journal is a collection of reflections, each capturing a distinct perspective of the writer's inner world. This section, in particular, turns its gaze toward her dreams-those fleeting visions that dwell between reality and reverie. Here, dreams are embodied by the poppy flower: a symbol of beauty and transience, blooming gently within the quiet garden of the mind.

MELANCHOLY | MAY GARNER | AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!    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.    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.

"I have seen beauty. But none of them are you." -an excerpt from poetry collection written by Vanessa H. Evans. She does not fall in love, she chooses. In Deliberate Desires, literature professor Vanessa Evans bares her mind and body through a series of raw, sensual, and soul-deep poems-each one a deliberate act of worship for the woman she loves and dedicates to the only woman who's ever made her lose control-her wife. Written with the precision of academia and the hunger of obsession, this collection explores touch, memory, surrender, and the echo of someone who has become more than just a lover-a home. This is not a story of falling; this is a declaration of choosing again, and again, and again. Always her and only her.

|| GRAND FAVORITE AMBYS 2025 || || SHORTLIST SHORTYS 2025 || [19x 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒🏅] The word 'Terra' refers to the land of Earth, while 'Humana' stands for Humanity. Together, 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚 becomes a collection where the aching force of nature mirrors humanistic sentiments. The collection aims to trace all the delicate scars and symphonic tensions―from the smallest shimmer of pearl-like drizzle to the grandest mountain's grief. Each poem is a pause, a break, a breath to feel nature's breathtaking tapestry, woven with intense healing capabilities. Here, soil meets soul and roots tangle with reason! As you walk through this terrain―of auroras, dawns, and obnoxious ocean's orchestra―I hope you feel not just my words, but also the loud quiet between them―the silent meanings and interpretations. Crafted with a pen dipped in perseverance, '𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚' indulges in the serene and destructing sentiments of nature. From the broken to the healing. It is, perhaps, my most intimate attempt at writing. As you have decided to walk through this humanistic terrain, may its verses speak to the part of you that still feels wind whispers magic! · · ── ·☽◯☾· ── · · Copyright © [2025] [Aatishi Ravira] All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the copyright owner. · · ── ·☽◯☾· ── · · #12 in 'Poetry' out of 308K Books #10 in 'Poetry Collection' out of 39.4K Books #1 in 'Wattpad Poetry' out of 1.5K books

***JUDGES PICK OF VERSIFICATION 2023 *** "you push and I pull. skin to skin. scars blend and bleed. attached til we die. will I finally escape before it's time? reflecting what's inside. stars will have to align. until then, it's you and I." Here's my entries for verification! Let's see how this goes. I don't know if the title or the summary poem will go alongside the poems. But yeah, it wouldn't be me if didn't though.

Welcome to her closet! Here lies all her skeletons. Sketelons that were supposed to be 6 ft. under. #1 in Englishpoems 06/21/2021 #1 in Escapist 11/21/2021 ✿

The eyes that lay upon this book - See the Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow time. Returning the light to poetry!

ဂလက်ဆီထဲက လွင့်စင်လာတဲ့အစအနအမှုန်အမွှားတွေ....

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Poems of rhetorical questions

For the ones whose feelings are too loud- so loud they drown out thought, yet somehow stay silent to the world. #103 in poems out of 87.3k 27/10/2024 #112 I thoughts out of 75.9k 23/10/2024

This collection of poems captures the wandering thoughts of my mind-moments of reflection, fleeting emotions, and the quiet whispers of my heart. Each verse is a glimpse into the world within, unraveling the delicate threads of joy, pain, nostalgia, and hope. Through these words, I invite you to join me on a journey through the landscapes of the mind, where feelings are expressed freely and truths are discovered quietly. Let this book be a mirror to your own heart, a place where words come alive and the soul finds its voice.

I religiously search for new rhymes in the day, but they only ever come running to me at night. Mostly writing about love, sometimes about the joys and pains of my foolish way of life. Always in structured rhyme, I like it old school. I started my poet career when I was 15, selling personalised poems on discord for some video game's virtual currency (or free of charge, of course, when it was for a girl I liked). Now almost 10 years later I feel the need to share again, thought I'm not sure a similar scheme would work, so here I am. Just for the sake of sharing this time. This is a compilation of all the poems I write in English (a first!), I will add them on as I enter them in allpoetry as well. You can consult my profile there: https://allpoetry.com/Pablo_Fernandez I don't mind at all constructive criticism and correction on grammar mistakes, this is not my first language.

some tragic, some not. just transparent poetry

A collection of poems about experiences and thoughts I've had in the few years I've been alive. Some are recent pieces, others are from middle school. This collection is somewhat in order, and I leave in the older ones in to show other young writers that progress happens, even when you don't realize it. Please keep in mind that some of my poems cover triggering topics, so make sure to check for a trigger warning at the top of the page. Many of my works are darker, but I don't think most of them need a trigger warning. Criticism and comments are welcome and appreciated! [Updates when I feel like it]

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭; 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝- 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦-𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲? 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨." -------------- I have been stealing stars and descending into derived madness; it is to satisfy the parasite within me. These poems are all for them: to relieve the aching, to stop the itching. In this way, I hope to stay a little bit longer and touch the hearts of people feeling the same way.

A collection of poems that I've written over the course of my life, in no particular order. Some are happy, but most are sad. Read at your own leisure.

as the title suggests

(✔️THIS BOOK IS COMPLETE) Silent Reveries* is a collection of poetry woven from the depths of my heart-words spilled like ink, shaped by love, loss, and the passage of time. These verses capture my journey from childhood to adulthood, tracing the shadows of my thoughts and the echoes of my choices. A blend of darkness and dreamlike wonder, this book is a glimpse into the beauty and sorrow that shaped me.

A collection of poetry for you, from me.