Poesia Stories

Exploring what stories are hidden inside the wrappers with a simple metaphor "Life is a box of chocolates"―while still searching for my socks This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva If you think this description is a 96.8% copy paste from my previous book..... YES IT IS. (⛩⏢⛩) If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

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.

Meus pensamentos me jogam no chão assim que penso em tudo aquilo que poderia ser sem você, mas agora não consigo imaginar, pois meu coração grita, dói, implora, como se quisesse sair do peito para não sentir mais nada. E eu só tenho que fazer: viver, mesmo rasgando por dentro, mesmo com esse peso me puxando para baixo a cada lembrança. Então escuta exatamente o que meu coração quer dizer.

Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten.

A collection of modern poetry exploring the beautiful, messy reality of growing up, healing, and finding yourself. Dive into Between Waves, an anthology of raw and honest poems that capture the highs and lows of the human experience. From the quiet anxieties of high school hallways and digital fatigue to the comforting warmth of deep friendship, love, and self-acceptance, this collection is a safe haven for anyone navigating the complexities of life. Whether you are looking for comforting words on a heavy day, a bittersweet reflection on addiction and mental health, or just a touch of "entirely silly" whimsical relief, you'll find a piece of your own story hidden within these pages. ✨ What's Inside: On Hope & Strength: Finding light in the darkest corners. Sad & Deep Stuff: Honest reflections on anxiety, modern isolation, and screen detoxing. On Love & Friendship: Celebrating the connections that save us. On Embracing Yourself: A gentle reminder that you are enough. Updated regularly. Hit the 'Vote' button if a poem speaks to your heart!

This opens a window into my world of thought and feeling through poetry. Quiet space to feel, to reflect, and to understand. If you find a piece of yourself in these words, I hope it brings you comfort, or at least reminds you that you're not alone.

These pages hold feelings I lived through, learned from, and finally let go of.

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

I don't just write poems- I write questions, identities, and truths that refuse to stay silent. If words mean more than just words to you, you'll understand this space.

Minimalist poetry you probably didn't know you needed...💫🏛🌟

──────── ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ──────── Some feelings are never meant to be spoken out loud. They simply sit inside you and make a home in the corners of your heart. 𝗗𝐢𝐥 - 𝐞 - 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐳 was written in that quiet corner. This poetry collection contains eight poetic Urdu verses written in the hope of being written to. It encaptured the feeling of unrequited feelings, passionate denial and irreversible limerence. Urdu is my mother tongue. And when there were poetries inside me that the English couldn't truly hold, my heart decided to bleed words in Urdu. However, I have included the English Translation of each poem for my non-Urdu speaking readers. I have tried to imitate the effect of each poem in English too. A section is dedicated to the vocabulary used in every poem for clarity. I hope you enjoy reading this work as much as I enjoyed bringing it to life. And I hope you fall in love with how different languages can encapture multitudes of similar emotions in just a few words. ──────── ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ ────────

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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.

Calling all poets on Wattpad to Drenched Cedars - a celebration of poetry touched by longing, memory, silence, ache, and the storms we carry within. Have you gathered your words? Because it's time. The contest will award poetry shaped through talent, vulnerability, and craft with multiple honors, ranging from Best Emotional Impact to Best Poem Ending. To participate, please read the rules carefully and complete the payments before submitting your form. The contest might span around 1.5 months, and I, the host, will be the sole judge! So, let your words fall like rain among the cedars. ☔ (Open)

Encuentro de almas después de 200 años, empezando con la historia de dos gitanas esclavizadas unidas por el hilo rojo del amor, son esclavizadas por los mercenarios de la época en 1816, su promesa tras la esclavitud, el barco , el mar y la muerte de algunos personajes de la historia, ellas se encuentran gracias a Dimash su voz que sana heridas de la ausencia y la oportunidad de recuperar su vida rota en el pasado. LAS ALMAS NO REENCARNA VUELVEN A REENCONTRARSE. Novela poética del amor y dolor.

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MIDNIGHT ECHOES - Volume I Poems by Na Yama Somewhere between memory and moonlight, there exists a world that never entirely disappears. A world of forgotten gardens and silent chapels. Of autumn evenings preserved in amber light. Of letters hidden inside ancient books. Of distant bells carried across sleeping valleys. Of hearts that continue to love long after time has taken everything else. Midnight Echoes - Volume I is an invitation into that world. This collection gathers dozens original poems shaped by the spirit of the great Romantic and Gothic traditions. Each poem is a doorway into landscapes of longing, beauty, solitude, wonder, and remembrance. Within these pages, moonlit lakes reflect vanished summers, abandoned estates guard the secrets of lost generations, and quiet roses bloom among the ruins of memory. Influenced by the timeless artistry of Wordsworth, Keats, Shelley, Byron, Tennyson, Rossetti, Poe, Baudelaire, Rilke, Goethe, and Novalis, Na Yama weaves together a tapestry of lyrical reflections that honor both the fragility and the grandeur of the human heart. These poems explore the mysteries that have captivated poets for centuries: The beauty of things destined to fade. The ache of remembering. The silence that follows love. The sacredness of solitude. The dream of eternity hidden within ordinary moments. This is not merely a collection of poems. It is a gathering of lost seasons. A sanctuary for beautiful memories. A conversation with time itself. A book for dreamers, romantics, and souls who still believe that poetry can transform sorrow into something luminous. Welcome to Midnight Echoes. The night is waiting. ## Thank you for reading. Thank you even more for supporting independent poetry. Please Support my Craft. Donate any amount to: Paypal: Netcentrumpay@gmail.com Thank you kindly. # Por favor apoie o meu trabalho. Die qualquer valor para: Chave Pix: netcenterpix@gmail.com;

Some memories leave. Others take root. In these pages live rain-soaked afternoons, forests that listen more than they speak, and the quiet ache of things that were loved once and linger still. Here, longing wears the scent of wet earth, sorrow drifts like fog between the trees, and language becomes a place to rest when the world feels too loud. These poems wander through forgotten seasons, old wounds, fleeting joys, strange dreams, and the small ghosts we carry in our pockets. Some are tender. Some are melancholy. A few arrive with muddy boots and a crooked smile, determined to remind us that even sadness occasionally laughs at itself. For those who find beauty in thunderstorms, pressed flowers, worn book pages, and the sound of rain against a window, welcome. The woods remember. And perhaps, after reading, you will too. 🌲🌧️🖤✨

La música es la voz de enamorados, poetas y músicos por eso con ayuda de mi guitarra y referencias a la música escribí y escribiré los poemas que podreís leer en este poemario

Un libro que reúne mis primeros escritos: poemas hechos con la verdad de lo que vivo y siento. Muchos nacen de cartas que escribí para ordenar mis emociones, hasta que decidí transformarlas en versos. Es mi forma de sacar todo lo que guardo en silencio, expresar lo que a veces cuesta decir en voz alta y dejar plasmado para siempre lo que llevo dentro 🤍