Poesia Stories

En esta segunda parte del poemario, ¨FRAGMENTOS DE VIENTO¨, los versos se deslizan como ráfagas que rozan el alma, invisibles pero perceptibles. Cada poema es un fragmento arrancado al tiempo, un soplo que llega sin aviso y deja huella en el silencio. Junto a mi amiga May, comparto estas piezas de aire y memoria, invitando al lector a atravesar corrientes de emoción, recuerdos y secretos que se esconden entre las palabras. Aquí, lo cotidiano se transforma en misterio, y lo intangible se vuelve tangible, como un viento que lleva consigo fragmentos de nuestra propia vida. 🤍 ✨

if, from pain, meaning is found, then from meaning, art is born.

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.

POV: everyone hates you -- a collection of thoughts and poems following the story of the villainess B

Aphorisms - Aforismi - Aforismos - Aphorismes -Aphorismen

Hymns for the ouranic theoi of the Hellenic pantheon, including many of their consorts and children. A sort of a spiritual successor to 'Forgotten'.

This is a haphazardly written poem that was barely refined, thanks to a state of flow that took over me after a dangerous experience that left me shook for days or weeks. It's one of those works that just sprang out of me. I have never been the biggest fan of poetry despite understanding the meaning behind it. But this tale wanted to get written in a certain way.

Just a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them

random poems I write

I write some poems I guess. They are about my life. Enjoy or not i write them anyway. If you don't like it just don't read it. I'm new in writing poetry so don't judge me. Please ignore any grammar or spelling mistakes English isn't my native language. Updates won't be regular I'm a student sorry. Enjoy reading.❤️ #2 in unspokenwords (4.12.2025) #3 in darkpoems (4.12.2025) #11 in overthinking (4.12.2025) #13 in poesia (4.12.2025) #14 in darkpoetry (4.12.2025) #14 in overthinker (4.12.2025) #19 in truth (4.12.2025) #19 in childhood (4.12.2025) #26 in emotions (4.12.2025) #53 in feelings (4.12.2025) #59 in thoughts (4.12.2025) #150 in poem (4.12.2025) #409 in emotional (4.12.2025)

•⊹٭𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃𝚁𝚈/𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴٭⊹• ˜"*°•.˜"*°• She had her guardian angel paint her curves in clementine.... •°*"˜.•°*"˜ Highest ranking : #12 in poetry [out of 290k stories] #19 in poetry [out of 285k stories] #17 in poem [out of 167k stories]

// We were fools. « She was a hurricane and he was the shy kind. She was sadness personified and he was 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 » Poems. Proses. Letters. I just wanted to post something. period.

Once upon a time, I met a reckless little person with a cute accent But sadly, the universe didn't let us stay... So this is the story of how we created our apocalypse. Obra registrado en Safe Creative bajo el código 2110109593707

This book is a quiet collection of poems about fireflies and fireworms...the small lights that once filled my childhood nights. Fireflies were never just insects to me.They felt like stars that forgot the sky and chose the earth instead. They didn't light up the whole world but they lit up my world. Fireflies teach me something simple but powerful. you don't need the sky to shine.You don't need attention to matter. Even the smallest light can move forward in the dark. Through these poems, I want to reassure the fireflies that their tiny lights lit up my world. That their courage in the dark taught me how to keep going. This book is for anyone who feels small in a loud world for those who keep going quietly...for those who glow in their own way.

Poetas existem ? acredito que não. - Uma série de poesias escritas ao longo da minha vida refletindo sobre construção do patriarcado, morte, medo e a vida de modo geral. Capa e fotografia: Erin Galvão Escrita: Erin Galvão (Obs: Livro ainda em processo de finalização e pode incluir erros e mudanças de texto.)

for the most respectable, kind, and patient person who's ever loved me.

poesia

EL SENTIDO DE SENTIR es un poemario que nace desde las entrañas, desde alguien incapaz de comunicar sus sentimientos de la manera convencional, teniendo que recurrir a formas más heterodoxas para evitar ahogarse en su silencio y en sus propias emociones, y así no explotar en una oleada de desenfrenadas sensaciones que llegan sin previo aviso. Recuerda, expresarse no es signo de debilidad, es una necesidad básica del ser humano, nunca lo olvides.

a poetry collection in progress.