A Broken Heart, A Saved Soul

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A collection of original poems reflecting my thoughts and feelings during and after my last relationship, as well as poems of praise to the Lord my God who carried me through the pain.All Rights Reserved

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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.

Just a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years. |On-going|

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وفي طرفها الجنه وفي رمش�ها الويل وفي خدها غمازه تشغل العين by lhyvftcv

ساد غيم ولاح برق وطاح دمع وسال وادي يا عيوني وش بقى من دمعك اللي تذرفينه بين (لا تبحث خفاك) و (لا حياه لـ من تنادي) أنقطع حبل الرجا المربوط في النفس الحزينه لا نويت أسلى عن الحزن بـ طويلات المبادي قامت الذكرى وراي تقول:جعل الله يعينه من كثر ما تضغط الدنيا علي وأقول عادي صرت أواجه وقتي الغلاب وأصافح يمينه الهجر يقدر يسوي ما تسويه الأعادي والوصل يقدر يعيش صاحبه وضع السكينه يا حفيدٍة متعبين الخيل مروين الهنادي كل بيت فيك يلبس له عن الأبيات زيِنه لا تلوميني ليا جيت لك كلي مفادي من يشوفك مستعد يسوق لك عمره رهينه في وصوفك يعجز لساني ولا يعجز فؤادي يوصلك شعري من الأعماق كنّك تخطفينه أتعذّر كل ليله بـ الشعور اللا إرادي كن ما ذا بـ الشعور اللي من أول تعرفينه لا يهمّك لو يقولون البحر ما هو بـ هادي المهم أن البحر ما طيّر شراع السفينه أطلبيني كل شي إلا التهاون في المبادي من تهاون في المبادي يا عسى ربي يهينه عاشقً غادي بـ حبك والله أن ماهو بـ غادي لو ورا حبك يبيع العمر و يضيّع سنينه - فهد بن خشمان

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Love Hate & Everything in Between by goldenmaknae09

we all have those words. ones that are best left unsaid. ones that should be said, yet aren't. ones that ruin lives, and ones that save them. here are some such words. updated when i am motivated or inspired or heartbroken or euphoric or crying or anything, really. published roughly in reversed order (newest poems at the top). some are by my best friend, @Diamondcookie8223 or other authors. the rest are by me. lowercase intended.

ياقلب دقات الهوى لاعبتني قامت تمايل بالدلع كانه العود by jjjl1i

الراويه : أم التوق ✍🏻 • • روايه سعوديه🇸🇦 « نقل روايتي واقتباسها يعرضك لمسائله قانونيه » اللهم بلغت اللهم فاشهد • • Instagram : jjjl1i

Virat: mahi... Please Mahi: cheeku

ماكنها الا ورده وهبها الليل ثم ميلت وتمايلت ف البساتين by lhyvftcv

Most of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)

𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺

MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.

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