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writingmeup · 10 months
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Strawberry Moon
Strawberry Moon Haiku from Writing Me Up #poetry #haiku #dailyhaiku #nature #strawberrymoon
A Sweet Sight a strawberry moon sweet and bright in the night sky good enough to eat What is a Strawberry Moon and how to see it in the UK?
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tinashemanyanya · 1 month
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Visit my Brand New Website!
My brand new website is live! Engage with all my poetry and leave your comment or like. https://tinashemanyanya.com Thank you being part of my community.
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disguisedfeelings · 9 months
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I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'romantic' doesn't mean 'sugary.' It's dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain.
— Catherine Breillat
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deadlypoetacademia · 6 months
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Some days i question my sanity, some days i question my insanity
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invisiblepoetsstuff · 2 months
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I’m used to abrupt love. Love that consumes you from the very first touch. Love that makes you question everything about yourself, and them. And how you could change yourself to make them love you more.
But, the more I think about it. The clearer it becomes that what I have experienced isn’t love. It’s careless, it’s hard work. It’s time consuming. It creates anxiety and fear, a dependency for their continued acceptance. An urgency for their attention. Like a starving child who cannot communicate they need food.
This is different. This is slow. There is no urgency or pressure. I can exist and know whole heartedly he wants to exist with me, in whatever reality we choose. I can breathe and he will listen and still think I’m beautiful. I don’t have to change any part of myself to make him love me, because he chooses me just as I am. And I am enough.
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delusionalheart · 5 days
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-Kimani Fambro
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scriptgoyal · 2 months
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🍁They say I don't like anything, but they never asked about books, movies, poems, stories, science, skies, sunsets, sunrises, rain, stars, moons, lighting, darkness,
And every other thing that is related to art, science, and, moreover, life.
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moon-stone1-1 · 10 days
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crucify lily-white
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adrn89 · 9 months
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Beauty may capture the eyes, but it won't capture the heart.
My Heart & Mind
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writingmeup · 2 years
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A Golden Way To Start The Day
A Golden Way To Start The Day Haiku from Writing Me Up #poetry #haiku #nature #life #sun
Life In The Sun golden morning sun nobody will die today life is too perfect
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tinashemanyanya · 3 months
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The Great Mother came to me
I was there in a forestKneeling 
With my eyes closed
Feeling the earth, the heartbreakThe wet sand that I clinched with my fistsA declaration of war perhaps
But it felt good to the touch. I lowered my ear to the ground
To listen to the sound of the mighty, invisible, wild river of the night.
Maybe she will comeThis is the place she is said to visitIn my anguish I shall await her arrivalForever…
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gargiyadav · 2 months
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It is okay to ask for joy. To seek it. To run after it. To long for it with every fibre of your being.
Don’t be too caught up thinking if it’s wise enough to be hungry for joy.
If it’s something that the graceful ones do.
Don’t even get to the whole ‘materialism’ tangent.
Material or not, stoic or not, wise or not, seeking joy is worth it.
Only then can you differentiate between light and dark,
Only then would you want to learn how to light a fire,
that would clear up the dark and clarify the soul.
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disguisedfeelings · 7 months
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert Frost
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deadlypoetacademia · 4 months
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I am no one's love. I am no one's first choice. I ain't in anyone's poem. I ain't anyone's obsession. I am not anyone's muse. I am not my best friend's favourite. I am just loud, weird, hopeless and misunderstood.
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nazliwrites · 6 months
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The urge to finish a book I have no interest in finishing is very high right now.
Loving a book meanwhile also hating to love it is a real thing. Right?
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delusionalheart · 5 days
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kafka was right when he wrote "books are a narcotic."
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