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.

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.

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 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.

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.

"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.

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.

❛❛ 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

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.

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.

Son mis primeros poemas, si los lees por favor comenta para ayudarme a mejorar.

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

Um encontro Uma transformação e o fim.

"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

these are not just poems. they're pieces of me i didn't always know how to hold, thoughts that stayed too long in my head, feelings i couldn't explain even when i tried. i didn't start writing because i wanted to be a poet. i started because i didn't know what else to do when everything felt too much. somewhere along the way, words became a place i could come back to a place that didn't judge, didn't rush me, just... stayed. and maybe that's all this is. me, trying to understand myself..

This is a story of collected poems that I have written over time. There are some pretty dark stuff in here, but not all of it is like that! I invite you to read this story to know how much of a twisted mind I have. NOTE: I am currently in school so I won't be able to publish daily and I apologize for that! English is not my first language so this might have some errors but English is the language that I chose to express myself. Thank you all for your support, I'm so glad I joined this community 💫 WARNING: most of these poems contain themes of depression, self harm and anxiety. Please be aware of that! Thai you!

Aleksej Morozov è un poeta russo nei primi del 900, ha una vita apparentemente normale, fino a quando la notte non chiude gli occhi.

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just my tearing words regarding of deep emotions and deep anxiousness and dark childhood dreamland. All of them were tied up through a black ribbon. "myself saw me, so as creep as scary blurry, i can't find a wing; even just one, I'm nothing as brighter as the burning sun I'm nothing as radiance as the lonely moon, I'm nothing as delicate as the fainted flower even with a star, I felt nothing." ♡♡♡

Quanto de mim cabe em meu coração?