Poesia Stories

1 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 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. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── ⟪ a c h i e v e m e n t s ⟫ 🥇 1st Place under "Best Blurb Award" in "The Hollowed Verse Awards" ⟪ 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 personal thoughts (out of 2.5k 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.

Aphorisms - Aforismi - Aforismos - Aphorismes -Aphorismen

"che cosa senti se ti fermi e ascolti? Magari il traffico, oppure è solo rumore, magari puoi sentire il battito del tuo cuore..." Se ti interessano le mie riflessioni sotto forma di poesia o sei soltanto curios*, direi che sei nel posto giusto. Quindi perché no, magari dai una letta!

That summer, everyone called me gold locks Poetry ©️ 2026 g1rldi4ry

Vuoi un assaggio dall'Ambrosia? Vieni qui affianco a noi... Poesie per tutti i tipi di persone immaginabili. E forse anche quelli inimmaginabili. -- Copertina creata da me. Immagine usata in copertina: Circe offre la coppa a Ulisse, John William Waterhouse, 1891.

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.

to all those who dream, but are lost like stars, wandering aimlessly © meganljw 2021

•⊹٭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

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

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

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

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.

My heart's a stereo, it beats for you. Listen to it closely. [ collection of poems, musings and more ] Cover by yours truly.

all the things i never told you.

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)