Истории Poesia

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.

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!

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.

𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚢❤️ 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐... ~ the art of romanticizing life, melancholy and to put it simple: deep thoughts ~ ...𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. Over quite some time I gathered a little collection of different pieces of poetry which are all very personal to me, but which I would also love to share with the world. As an outlet for my thoughts ~ Each part will also feature a picture of the original piece I once wrote into my little book. My friends say my handwriting's pretty, I hope they're right. - no kidding ; ) really, I would appreciate it, if u took a look inside. <3 ongoing ~ more chapters every week xo, S🌹❤️ started 12/04/2023

I'm running out of explanations here. I'm winging it. I'm always winging it. The title just felt right and damn, here we are. It's poetry so if it's not your thing, you might like it. Occasionally, it may be a little prose, depending on the feeling but we'll try to keep it consistent. Does anyone ever even read these things? Ok it's about a boy, a lonely boy. Sometimes he feels like he's a thousand leagues under the sea. Other times, it's like he's been severed from reality. Whatever that means. This boy, just wants the world to understand him. But it has no obligation to. So he's stuck on the outskirts of everything and everything else hoping for some sense of clarity. It never comes. It never will. This is a documentation, of his never ending pursuit. That was decent, right? I do love letters, letter letters, confessions, police statements on the side, in case you need them. Basically, I'll handle the ever living heaven out of your writing needs. The sick part, is that it's free so feel free.. to blast the message board and I'll take the time I usually use to do something constructive and meaningful to tend to your requests. Read well, friends.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 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)

Contém melancolia ,tristeza profunda e um pouco de drama e sentimentos que nunca contei.

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 🤍

Hay pensamientos que nacen cuando todos duermen Entre velas consumidas, noches silenciosas y madrugadas interminables, estas páginas guardan emociones, recuerdos, despedidas, esperanzas, todo aquello que alguna vez encontró refugio en las palabras La belleza de la Madrugada es una colección de poemas escritos con distintos rincones del alma para quienes encuentran belleza en el silencio de la noche y en los sentimientos que no siempre se puede decir en alto

Burai-Ha significa " não confiável". Existem noites que não se pode confiar em si mesmo, principalmente quando se há uma submissão pelo fim, uma atração... É de se esperar pessimismo e negatividade. Antes no papel do que no peito, não? São poemas, são textos, são crônicas, é tudo que precisa ser libertado somente aqui.

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