Poemcollection Stories

Volume twenty-six. A collection of poetry. Mostly void of format. Off top and spoken word, unspoken and written. All topics covered. Authored by an open mind. No AI herein. But the bots will be harmed.

a collection of poems. It is ongoing

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

|| CLOSED & JUDGING || Tired of contests never having poetry? Well, that changes today. Welcome to The Slam Dunk Poetry Contest, where this is an awards for poetry only. It will have 11 categories, so plenty of chances to submit! There are no payments, so this is a 100% free contest. Participants will receive prizes just for signing up, though of course placements will receive exclusive prizes. So, are you ready? Let's dive in!

poems about life; love, pain and beauty.

🏆 THE AMBY AWARDS 2024 FAVORITE 🏆 Deep within the recesses of one's heart is a sanctuary, a special place where one can dwell without fear or despair. A collection of poems that speak from the heart, each page features the author's original art and photography. #1 in poems 2023/08/29 #1 in poetry 2023/06/28 #2 in poem 2023/09/21 #6 in free verse 2023/06/25 #6 in ballad 2023/06/24 #10 in rhyme 2023/05/29 #12 in dark poetry 2023/05/30 Cover Design by IrenicJ_stories

A collection of short poems written for Versification 2026.

A book of 101 random poems written by tasteful poets. Love, life and heartbreak all here.

Fever & Frost: Poems of a Contradictory Heart

A collection of poems that had the potential to be loved, yet remained unnoticed. Poets don't just write - they bleed, piece by piece, into the paper. They breathe life into words and call it poetry. Writing is filled with what-ifs, maybes, and endless confusion. Yet a poet continues - to write, to bleed, to stay honest. Poets are known for writing about love, but in truth, they write what they secretly crave - and when asked why, they learn to lie. This book is a place where overthinkers can breathe, where tired minds can rest, and where those carrying too much can finally pause.

She's the sun: Golden hour in her veins, too bright to hide. She's the moon: Cold, tall and distant, with a song she won't share. Before Huntr/x, before the world knew their names, they were just highschool girls with one mission and one secret. They swore an oath: "us against the demons." But what happens when the real demons live beneath their skin? The school practice room becomes a battlefield of almosts - every glance a step closer, every silence a step back. How does the moon touch the sun without disrupting the world? ●─────────────── ⇆ ◁　　❚❚　　▷　　↻ Updates: Wednesday 7:00 PM ET / Saturday 2:00 PM ET #girlxgirl #sapphic #kdhdemonhunters #huntrix #mirazoey #enemiestolovers #slowburn #highschoolau #forbiddenlove #kdhmira #kdhzoey #yearning #pridemonth #yuri #kdh

not-a-bit-funny collection of spur-of-the-moment poems born to death (seriously) --- "𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗟𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 (𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴)" Copr. 2026 kuwentulaera

Volume twenty-seven. A collection of poetry and inner thought. Displayed artfully and with intent in mind. To provoke thought, empathy and wellness. Some sad, some dry with joy. Variety always. May contain revised versions of favorable past entries. No AI herein. But many bots were harmed.

How many shades could a single hue hold if everyone shared their perspective? My blue sky will never look quite the same as yours. I will share with you fragments of life as I see them, and you may leave behind a meaning of your own. Let us gather our perspectives and create a gradient of life together. I would love to-dare I say-see it from your perspective.

a play on words and an attempt on artistic and literary nonchalance in hopes that detachment from the need of validation actually reactivates my creativity and motivation:)

Not that good at writing poems so this is my lil practice and record book Read it or don't it's your choice, stay safe 🌹

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.

A collection of some of my tragic, heartwarming and insightful poems. Hope you enjoy them

Open the cover, read between the lines-perhaps you'll find your own heart beating in the rhymes.

I'll walk two moons, just to wait for the sun