Poemcollection Stories

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 world of poems captured in a single book, written by a girl who played every role: the academic achiever, the loyal friend, the eldest daughter, and more. She was always the one chosen for the top rank, yet she was never the one chosen by love. This collection is a bridge across the years, composed of verses that trace a haunting evolution where the innocent wonders of childhood slowly sharpen into the cold realizations of the real world. Yours truly, RosePoet (Note: These entries are not arranged in chronological order; however, I have included dates to serve as a guide to navigate the journey through time.) Pinterest: Littlemisstaromilktea

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.

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 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬-𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲. "𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅?" #1 in the mind #1 in the heart #1 in poemscollection #1 in self awareness #1 in recognition #8 in understanding #10 in introspective #19 in imagination #10 in happiness #13 in poems #9 in poemcollection #14 in poetrycollection

A song of winds, I'll sing for you On wings of zephyr from skies of blue, Lines of heartfelt emotion Or silly ideas in a poem. Each of these will be a part Straight to you, from my heart. If you like one part and not others, If you leave a star on it, I'll know your druthers.

​"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.

poems about life; love, pain and beauty.

Welcome to the world of a romantic storyteller. I have to warn you, you'll either be filled with so much love or a lot of heartbreak. But still, a romantic's heart cannot be broken 💘

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.

🦢 "Whalesoul dreamin', flying in the deep blue world Ocean mist, engulf my moving monumental body To the rhythm of your waves, hypnotized, Lyrical movements tickle heartbeats beneath my feet..." 🦢 Assalamualaikum (peace be upon you). This is a collection of my poetry: from freestyle poems and prose to ballads, sonnets, hymns and anything connected to poetry that emerges from the depths of my soul. Clean, raw words and pure emotions I pen and document. This is a safe space for you, dear reader. Rest your heart here. I hope you love your stay here and spending time with my poetry. I hope they make you feel and seen and heard. Because you are. Copyright © @Lonerwolf135 2019. All rights reserved. No part of this book can be reproduced, published, downloaded or transferred without my permission in any form by any means on any website, otherwise, the consequences will be severe.

for everyone who's mourned someone they haven't lost yet.

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

Instruction: Read these confessions in one breath This is a portrait of a person violently in love trying to confess the longings of one's heart and what happens in between, within and after. #1 Millenial (October 2024) #5 Filipino Author (October 2024)

Only the second part of the best of twenty seven volumes of poetry, prose, and proverbs. No ai herein. Plenty of variety. Discretion is advised.

It's not hard to remember what my lines are when expectations were not kinda melodramatic. It is a time to mourn the loss of the most beautiful treasures I was forced to relinquish, a tender goodbye to fragments of my heart's desires.

Some poems I've made some time ago

Words left unsaid

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.✌❤

Volume twenty-six. A collection of poetry. Mostly void of format. Off top and spoken word, unspoken and written. All topics covered. Authored by an open mind. No AI herein. But the bots will be harmed.