Poesia Stories

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.

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

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.

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 diary entries, poems, prose, and in-between thoughts written from ages 13 to 19. inside are soft confessions, random reflections, quiet heartbreaks, and moments of growing up stitched together through years of learning how to live as a teen. this is being a teen, where there's curiosity, chaos, chasing, and all the in-betweens. these pages might feel like home.

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 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)

This collection of poems captures the wandering thoughts of my mind-moments of reflection, fleeting emotions, and the quiet whispers of my heart. Each verse is a glimpse into the world within, unraveling the delicate threads of joy, pain, nostalgia, and hope. Through these words, I invite you to join me on a journey through the landscapes of the mind, where feelings are expressed freely and truths are discovered quietly. Let this book be a mirror to your own heart, a place where words come alive and the soul finds its voice.

What happens when the world goes quiet, but your mind doesn't? 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 isn't a story. It's a series of moments, the kind you don't talk about in daylight. The kind that sit with you when the room is dark, when the clock is too loud, when sleep refuses to be kind. These poems don't ask to be understood. They ask to be felt. From fragile beauty hidden in unexpected places, to silent battles no one sees, to thoughts that linger somewhere between breaking and becoming, this collection moves like the night itself-soft, restless, and a little unforgiving. Some poems will feel like comfort. Some will feel like confrontation. And some will feel like they were written from a place you've been trying to avoid. Read it slowly. Or don't. The night doesn't rush. And neither do the truths waiting inside it.

A poetry book written by me as I tried to gain myself back after a heartbreaking experience of losing my best friend because of the stupid emotion called love.

"In a world where everything and everyone keeps changing, here I am 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎; stuck in our memories and your mesmerising smile." 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 is a collection of 40 poems written in different poetic styles. -villanelle -free verse -haiku -ballad -sestina These poems explore the themes of falling in love and the same love falling apart. The happiness of being in love; the pain of not being able to move on. While most of these are about love, some of these poems discovers the complicated human emotions like sadness, melancholy, emptiness, etc. I hope that whoever who reads these poems would find it worth their time. Thanks. -DrapedinBlues 1 in Poetry 28/6/2025

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭; 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝- 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦-𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲? 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨." -------------- I have been stealing stars and descending into derived madness; it is to satisfy the parasite within me. These poems are all for them: to relieve the aching, to stop the itching. In this way, I hope to stay a little bit longer and touch the hearts of people feeling the same way.

Have you ever known the paradox of something that is constantly evanescing away despite existing eternally? A feeling- that continues to vanish whilst lingering deep within your existence. -Well, you will have most certainly known it by the time you close this book. Eternal Evanescence is a record of the raw emotions of a girl who had just newly turned 15, just fell in love, just starting to explore the meaning of life, who despises herself to the core and is just learning how to fit the words like pieces of a puzzle to create art. But in the span of 2 years her life will completely shift into something that she couldn't have imagined in her wildest dreams. ->No image used in this book belongs to me unless I have stated so. ->Plagiarism, hate, promotions and bullying is strictly not tolerated. ->All rights belong to me.

𝑷𝑶𝑬𝑻𝑹𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑵𝑬𝑫. Love. Envy. Longing. Desire. 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘴. - 𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒔 writing is such sweet sorrow || poetic chapters of my musings, thoughts, and dreams. | Completed | ʜɪɢʜᴇsᴛ ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ: #1 in makata #1 in musings #1 in poezie

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. -𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭 'Veiled Veracity' is a collection of poems that I have been writing since a long time. The poems may not be perfectly written, but I hope they touch you deep enough. Enjoy them! ___ Sept 17, 2023: Ranked #5 in poetry (out of 290K stories) 𝗖𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 © 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗻𝗲𝗽𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀𝘀

the kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023

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.

Um encontro Uma transformação e o fim.

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Dicen que quienes sentimos de más, vivimos en un incendio constante. Aquí están las cenizas. No es una historia, son los restos de mis crisis, mis poemas al borde del abismo y esas cartas que nunca tuvieron el valor (o el sello) para llegar a su destino. Bienvenidos a mi mente: un lugar donde 'poco' nunca es suficiente y 'mucho' siempre duele

❛❛ We carry galaxies in our mouths, but most of the stars are already dead . . . ❜❜ This is a collection for the muted ghosts living inside our heads. Every poem digs into the dark corners of thought, love, loss, and the little betrayals we carry every day. Grim, reflective, and unafraid to stare into the void, these words linger long after you close the page. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026