Poets Stories

On each page\ chapter I am going to write a poem ("song") I wrote. PLs pls pls tell me what you think abt the lyrics I am trying to improve my writing skills specifically in poetry since I really like songwriting

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.

A collection of shitty poems that I have written. I own the cover. Constructive criticism would be great. Pls comment anything I live for comments and flowers. Infrequent updates.

Dive into my world of poetry and enjoy.

| p o e t r y | sometimes you just need to write a poem to let yourself free. Highest rank| #1 in poetrycontest [15.06.19]

A warm welcome to our poets and storytellers! Whether you're joining us for the first time or returning for another year, we're delighted to have you here. The Shortys is a place to challenge yourself, celebrate creativity, and connect with a community united by a love of words and creative expression. On September 1st, this year's prompts will be revealed. You'll then have the entire month to bring your ideas to life and share your work. So sharpen your wits and ready your words. We're here to encourage one another, cheer each other on, and have fun. We can't wait to read what you create. Let the ride begin. The Shortys Team

This poem explores the emotional and physical journey of moving between two houses in search of a sense of belonging. It delves into the paradox of seeking familiarity in places that ultimately feel alien, reflecting the mental strain and futility of the quest. The piece offers a raw and introspective look at displacement, identity, and the yearning for a true home.

Life is a journey. A journey full of mountains, valleys, potholes and smooth roads called emotions. How we arrive at our respective destinations is determined by how well we dealt with our emotions...

Walking on a blurry path. Lost in between reality and fantasy. Running away from society only to be chased by whispers of the trees. And you, hair as red as blood. Something more about us is unspoken. What are you hiding behind those bruised knuckles? Mind as loud as a crowd full of resentment. Heart as silent as midnight. Past as dark as the moment of the eclipse. Willow dancing on air with memories shown behind my closed eyelids. A witch who knows nothing yet people wish for her to be perished.

*tum mere ho ... mere rehna*

Metaphor of one thing. Poem of confusion and confession. Time doesn't count.

A compilation of Interviews with Wattpad Authors and Poets. If you would like to participate send me a message.

To whom it may concern , This is for you.

Poetry isn't my thing-

Asleep?. With both eyes?. Or an eye?. What about your medulla?. Does it work?. Properly?. Effectively?. Efficiently?. Yes?. Then don't wake, take this, and pen some lines.... Yes, while asleep. You want to learn writing?. You want to know writing?. You want to be known for writing?. You want to be a writer?. Here, you will be a wright!. 📖📝📚✏️

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My collection of poems that I write, hope you enjoy them!

I trace verses from my portrait. A collection of poetries • by Azmii (•Image credits to the rightful owner)

Creativeness is almost always Dancing on broken glass From illusions, dreams and something else. It's like the water That fills your lungs While you're sinking to the bottom. The art is artificial, The root word is the "art", And it's temptation Of my airy mirage of reality. Do we confuse the eternal with the temporal? And that's the same thing, isn't it? But we don't feel the suffocation of drowning, Or the pain of being cut, Because are building the eternity Of stone. Instead of glass And air of mirages.

when love is on the edge, we strive to go back to be human once more