Poetess 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.

🖤Disclaimer: This poetry collection is about sexual desire of a woman for a man that keeps appearing in her dreams. So some poems may contain some explicity, sensual words, etc. . . . . He once appeared in my dream... Then he appeared for the second time... He appeared again in my dream. Is he trying to say something? That is an answer I cannot find. It happened again this week, like it always does. Is he trying to tell me that he is mine? - EVA

A collection of poetry and thoughts I thought I would only ever be able to confess to the moon and the stars. 🌙

Welcome to Poetry Roughbook. Not every poem begins as a masterpiece, and this one was never meant to be. Poetry Roughbook isn't a collection of perfect poems. Instead, it's a notebook of crossed-out lines, midnight thoughts, coffee stains, and messy drafts where ideas bloom, metaphors wander, and words slowly learn how to breathe. Every poem in these pages is based on prompts shared by Wattpad's Poetry Ambassadors. Each prompt is an invitation to experiment, challenge my creativity, and discover new ways to tell a story through verse. Some poems are polished. Others remain beautifully unfinished. Together, they capture a journey of learning, growing, and finding beauty in imperfection - one prompt, one page, and one poem at a time. This is a place for first attempts, quiet victories, imperfect metaphors, and poems that simply wanted to exist. So, if you don't mind a little mess, a little magic, and a lot of ink... Turn the page. I hope these pages feel a little like home. All poems are original unless stated otherwise. Prompt credits belong to their respective creators. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this book on any platform other than Wattpad, you may be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read the story in its original and safe form, please visit @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you for your support and happy reading! ♡ ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

poems for you. poems for the ex best friends and the lost 'forevers'. poems for the memories that burn and fade before burning again. poems for the emptiness that is heavy and hollow in hearts. poems for the fleeting, fiery moments of happiness that are always worth it in the end. poems for the words that have saved me, the words that i hope will travel the whole world to find you. poems for me. (misc collection ~ some are love poems, sad shit, prompt-inspired, etc) cover credit: @leolantsov #1 on 'teenpoet' Jan. 4, 2021 #1 on 'originalpoetry' Feb. 6, 2021 #1 on 'poetess' Feb. 25, 2021 #1 on 'mypoetry' Apr. 28, 2021 #1 on 'poetic' Jul. 25, 2021

The internal dialogues with myself, in the form of poetry ● ALL THE WORK POSTED HERE IS WRITTEN BY/BELONGS TO OWNER OF THIS ACCOUNT OTHERWISE STATED SO DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE WITHOUT PERMISSION IF DONE STRICT ACTION WILL BE TAKEN ●

A compilation of poems and proses written by yours truly.

❝𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.❞ a collection of poetry. title insp: bad luck by former vandal.

This is just random thoughts of mine which I have started to write down recently. Would love to know your thoughts about it. Enjoy! 😊😊

The sight of Melanie Miller without a pen distracting her hands had been rare for people to see. The sight of Ashton Evans without his lips crashing with a random girl's has been rare for people to see. But when they meet, that will change. **** Melanie Miller had been writing poems filled with emotion since she could hold a pen correctly. Winning every competition, it was almost logical for her to belong in the famous people of the city. But she never knew about Ashton. Ashton Evans, the playboy of not only his highschool, but his name had been fawned on by every girl living in his town, his secretive personality and hidden emotions a big attraction, after the incredibly good looks. But who knew Melanie's next theme was love. And who knew, Ashton offered to help her... His way.

When voice fails to convey, The pain we hide, It flows through verses, Words silently scream inside.. © Paramagnetic, 2020 All work belongs to author and cannot be used or reproduced in any media without author's written content. Images belong to their respective owners, no copyright infringement intended.

There's something exquisite about flowers, especially the rose. No matter what the color it is, no matter how beautiful it is, it can't exist without the thorns beneath. Flowers can symbolize love, passion, joy and yet we use lilies to show that we're sad. Man is beautiful; his happiness is beautiful, man has so many virtues but we can never forget the demons beneath. Maybe that's why poets, we admire and love roses so much they somewhat represent us.

A poem

**RANDOM/SHORT STORY** **ONE SHOT ONLY** Nothing much to say for a description. Two friends who were longing to meet each other, finally meet up.

A collection of poems for every woman out there.

Feelings and reminders of the past. Longing to find the answers which are never found. 1 #wordsofwisdom 7.1.25 11 #poetess 12.12.24

" Some random magic that comes within my pen; that'll open your heart and your mind as well. "

why do writers write? trying to answer the widely asked question. :)