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mera-mann-kehne-laga · 3 months

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I made some coffee today.

And refrained from putting much milk in it

So that it resembled the colour of your eyes.

It tastes bitter, but I'm used to it now.

I can't look into them anymore.

I just can't bring myself to do it.

Because i fear if i do,

I'd again drown into them,

This time breathlessly, deeper.

And this time nobody'd be able to save me.

No, i don't want that.

I thought love stays. That it stays no matter what.

I was wrong. It didn't.

Maybe it wasn't even love to begin with.

Maybe i was fooled by those eyes,

By your kindness, by your love.

Maybe i was too blinded

By the hunger for affection.

Maybe i was in love with only your love.

Maybe it was never YOU.

My heart is all blue now.

Blue's your favourite colour right?

You've always loved painting

me with its darkest shades.

You might remember it's mine too.

And always will be.

My heart misses beating to the rhythm of your heart.

#midnight musings?#poetry #poems by me #og #me stuff #to him

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davyspoetryjournal · 6 months

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who would of thought

that life would bring us together

at the right place

at the right time

exactly when I needed you

- divine

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clotpolesonly · 3 months

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a prayer to an empty font

every day you learn the lie anew, a noise knock knocking in your chest, a moth green-brown and helpless in the warmness of your ribs, a flutter on your tongue, a flinch of wafer swallowed down with knock knock knock, your ribs locked tight, wings flap against the gun cocked here you learn, his fingers in your hair, long fingers warm, sun- browned and holy soft, held to your head, held to your mouth, a noise upon your lips, the lie that lies behind your teeth, knock knocking, green and brown and swallowed down with holy wine to flood the ribs and drown the flutter-wing of moth and mouth and mother Mary, mother may I, lay my head upon the ground, all green and brown, and where you found your open ribs like bony fingers reaching for the sky, knock knocking on the pearly gates, shut tight, you wait and bite your flapping tongue with bloody teeth, wing slick with knock knock knocking on your broken-finger ribs, red-brown, and every day you learn to lie anew

#declanedit #Declan Lynch #TRC #TDT #the Raven Cycle #the Dreamer Trilogy #fics by me #in a manner of speaking #poems by me #poetry #prose poetry #favorites of mine

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magdamateo · 4 months

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neelihara · 7 months

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PLASTIC BAGS INSIDE MORE BAGS

In every desi home, a common sight,

Bags within bags, neatly kept tight.

Plastic grocery bags they're here to stay,

For reasons practical in their own way.

A second life they find, to save and store,

Even far away from the grocery store.

From snacks and spices to grains and more,

They carry treasures from the grocery store.

They're more than just bags; these humble tools,

In desi homes, where tradition rules.

For picnics and lunches, they're packed with delight,

Holding our meals wrapped up tight.

With careful folds, we stash them in place,

These plastic bags are our saving grace.

Though they're plastic, and the environment we must mind,

Their uses are many in daily life we often find.

So, in every desi home, these bags reside,

With stories to tell, they're our source of pride.

- NEELIHARA

I saw this post by @desi-potato and I wanted to write a fun small poem about the plastic bags in our desi housholds

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poeticallydisgraced · 3 months

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A cough, burning lungs, burning home, burning hearts.

They will make use of what flesh I may have, they will use my death for their survival.

Scavenge across the bone and fat of this decaying carcass.

Don’t let this decayed being of I hinder you: it will be the start of you.

Check the barn, the stew, the grave.

Survey said scene like a vulture in this war.

This will just allow us to become what we always were; just flesh and bones back to flesh and bones.

Find what makes me what I am,

Collect those sick little milk teeth: the sign that I will no longer grow.

Collect those dog tags and cage those rabid dogs that famished me, become your own becoming.

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hyznhq · 2 months

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understand me, listen intently while I talk

it can be for hours, maybe even a few minutes.

sometimes your here and there but at this moment I want you completely here. with me.

listen to me, tell me I’m heard and most of all seen. that’s all I ever wanted, hear me talk either about the most unserious topics or the most serious, sometimes painful ones, topics I never discuss until you came along.

see me, look at me for who I really am, not for who they say I am. know my habits, favorite foods, love me for my good and bad. the hums of your voice saying “we’ll do this together” said with nothing but pure, deep comfort. a comfort that’s warm and loving, words with nothing but those meanings behind them when you speak to me.

— n

#poems by me #poetry #writing #skz #love poem #my poem #by me #stray kids #viralpost #trends #like #foryou #explore

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mulholland-driver · 2 months

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Nomad's Lament

I breathe in sun, Now I breathe out ice. And I wish I could be enjoying The familiar aroma of pumpkin spice.

But I can't.

Because I'm numb And I'm torn Didn't ask To be born, And I'm cracking My teeth Between smokes.

But I'm stoked

For the scantily clad life That awaits me Because all this time, I've only been trying To Escape Me. To break free From this life And this town And its staunch crowd That Hates Me.

My teachers The stress My parents The mess I held on And I bent And I broke.

But I meant Every word I've written Since the day you came. Finding myself smitten With each vowel in your name.

A-E-I-O You are all I think about, Even though I'm just Queen of the concrete now.

Homeless, day one Still feels like A freedom run. All alone, I am Second To None.

#my poetry #poems by me #original poetry #I wrote this forever ago on my first day of living in my car #growing up was rough #It's been 11 years now and things are better but damn #homeless archives #circa 2013 #refining this for posting was so healing in a weird way #catharsis #catharsis through poetry #poem #poet #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #I hope someone likes this

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bellybursterhungrythirster · 2 months

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I had to go to the bathroom before

But then I sat down on the floor

And I didn’t have to go to the bathroom anymore

#poems by me #rvb #cute #four words

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wannabecoyote · 3 months

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little splinter

There is an ache

Inside my chest that

My mother gave to me

When she gave me

To the world

A tiny splinter

Right on the side

Of my tiny little heart

And I cried and I cried

And it ached and it ached

And my mother did not

Pull the splinter out

Because she did not know how

The tiniest splinter

That she gave to me

The tiniest splinter

That has grown with me

I wonder if she knows

She had made me imperfect

When she presented me to the world

Cracks in the clay

Marks of fingers

Grooves in the earth

All solidifying

In the process of drying and firing

I wonder if she knew

That I would be this fragile

That I would be

So terribly made

That I would crack this easily

I wonder if she knew

That this splinter

Would unravel me

From the inside out

That a little pull

Would untangle

All the blood vessels

Keeping me whole

I wonder if she knew

That my tiny splinter

This thing that's grown in me

Has been poison to my blood

And harm to my body

I wonder if she knew

That she built me for destruction

That her design was abandoned

To construct me destructive

To make me an unmaker

To build me to demolish

I wonder if she knew

She had taught me destruction

By way of example

I wonder if she knew

I had learned to build

From the wreckage

She has taught me to make

I wonder if she knew

I knew how to build

By knowing how I'd ruined

I wonder if she wondered

How long it took

For me to piece me

Back together

When she taught me

How do destroy me

#poem #poems by me #tw: mommy issues

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emanh · 4 months

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In a yellow and maroon buildings

Swift of air breath

A red car flashing lights

I am hunted by the resemblance of you

Along a marching cat

I am reminded of our heavy eye smiles

By smoke of my cigarettes

I remember we danced to that song

In this city of ghosts

I remember I lost many and cried the most

In a city of ghosts i remember that I finally chose myself first

If I keep my eyes closed i would remember it all but it will never the same

Cause things break but the heart never mends

The same old place but I am face to face with someone new

But they never stay; they never do

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davyspoetryjournal · 6 months

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when will you notice

that I’ve been here all along

waiting sincerely for you

even when you never looked at me the way I looked at you

- divine

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julianalfredpankratzsuggestion · 6 months

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and if a beetle climbed onto the back of a dove? and they unknowingly flew together towards the sun sinking behind the elm trees?

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boxoflives · 5 months

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Art is not my friend right now

I am filled with so much jealousy for other’s art, I am unable to enjoy my own.

Art is not my friend right now.

I can’t come up with anything new. I miss the days where this wasn’t a chore. We aren’t friends right now because I want my art to be something it is not.

Art is not my friend right now. I can’t make my hands create what is in my head.

Art is not my friend right now.

But all I want is for our friendship to return. It may be selfish, I want her to bring me joy. She might be the only one that can. I want to bring her to life, so we can walk hand in hand amongst creation.

Art will be my friend again soon.

#Poem #poetry #poems By me #written by me #art #my writing #original poem #Writing #verse #art block #slayed

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noraaokoj · 9 days

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Hushed voices silent stares

Theres something we wont tell you

Youll soon just find out

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#haiku #poetry #poems by me

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poeticallydisgraced · 9 months

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the lump in your throat knowing that the right thing will always be wrong in their eyes. they say I’m asking for too much freedom: like a barking seething dog who deserves to be caged yet bites and lashes out for its freedom: “rabid as all get out” as it’s owners would say. I say I’m not, I’m no rabid dog: I’m docile, I would rather bite at my own wounds, I’m that dog in an old kennel: staying in the corner, frozen at any touch or mention, damned if I’ll feel, damn hoping that I’ll become that damned barking dog going down with a ruckus, freeing itself from the cage I was burdened with.

#poems by me #medical neglect #chronic illness #poetry #the cruel dog comments are in the view point of the abuser #dogs who are aggressive are almost always because of the owners not the dog itself

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