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tuurverheydepoetryandprose · 1 year

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What does the Fool symbolise (in Tarot and beyond)? How does it relate to our lives? Read all about it in this new poem.

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christina-strigas-author · 1 year

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maximillion4102 · 1 year

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Ode to Icarus

Driving alone with the windows down is the closest thing that I can get to flying these days,

And it’s enough for me - I think,

I still get the wind in my hair,

the feeling of freedom;

I feel a lot like Icarus,

The boy who flew too close to the sun,

The father-son duo that was destined to fail,

but so beautifully,

so poetically that it just seemed like it was destiny;

Icarus knew the sun was dangerous,

But he flew towards it anyways,

He just wanted a taste of warmth and light after being stuck in a cage for so long,

He had no regard for his own safety,

He knew this taste of freedom could bring him to his demise,

But he didn’t care;

I see myself in Icarus’ tale,

I am the wax on Icarus’ wings,

Melting off like sweet honey dripping from the hive,

I am the decision to see the sun,

Just one last taste of warmth and light,

Before I am consumed in the depths below;

Icarus’ fall from grace to the ocean was a beautiful one,

The wax burned his skin,

Branding him with a permenant reminisce of his mistakes,

But at least he felt something;

But then, I see the sun,

And then I am the father,

Begging Icarus to fly lower,

To be more careful,

I am the crafted wings,

Delicate and fragile and oh so easy to dissipate into nothing;

There are 2 ways this story could’ve ended,

Icarus could’ve been saved if not for his own willingness to put himself last,

So, I’d like to think I am going to fly lower;

I’ll drive my car,

Blast my music with the windows down,

Fly a little further,

Because I refuse to fly too close to the sun.

#poetry #poem #icarus #poems #dailypoems #i won an award for this please like it #aspiring poet #sunshine #sun #father #angels

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release-by-eileen · 7 months

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I am diving into the Alphabet Superset Challenge!

Each week, I'll be crafting a poem and short story inspired by various writing genres 🖋️

Poem: In the first stanza, I’ll paint a picture of the genre, and in the second, I’ll describe the purpose behind it.

Short story guidelines: The short story elaborates on the poem for the dedicated genre.

Join me on this literary adventure as we explore the power of words and imagination, one letter at a time 📖

#AlphabetSupersetChallenge #AlphabetSuperset #GenrePoems #WritingJourney #WordArtistry #LiteraryAdventure #ExploringGenres #PoetryAndProse #UnlockingImagination #CraftingWords #DailyPoems #CreativeChallenge #InkAndInspiration #StanzaByStanza #PoetryLovers

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official-writesome-app · 2 years

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How to give awards to writers

#writers on tumblr #writingcommunity #creative writing #indiepoets #poetry #fiction #poet #dailypoems #poets on tumblr #poetic #poetrycommunity #writesome #write something #my writing #writerslife #writerscafe #writers and poets #female writers #writers and readers

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thewrittentales · 2 months

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Taya Boyles delves into the art of crafting poetry in 'Ars Poetica'—a short essay that unveils the magic behind the poetic process. 🖋️ Submissions open at Written Tales. Follow & subscribe for insights into the poet's world! https://writtentales.substack.com/p/ars-poetica

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justmyheartandsoul · 1 year

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“Weird how skin deep affection

became a requirement

and soul deep connection

a fantasy”

~ my fantasy

#writers on tumblr #writing community #creative writing #original writing #writing #poetry #poems on tumblr #poems #dailypoems #poetic #fantasy #journal #writers and poets #original #affection #skin deep #feelings #thoughts #connection

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lyvantium · 2 months

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#poetry #literature #quotes #gothic #dailypoem #dark #writerscommunity #literary #darkness #witchcraft #witch #magick

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thepixabaypoet · 10 months

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train to love harder since the heart is a muscle am i not worth it

Image by Matan Ray Vizel (https://buff.ly/3K6o2qb) from Pixabay

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sailedanocean · 10 months

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ever get so lonely that even your own company scares you?

#literature #poems on tumblr #poetry #spilled thoughts #poems #love poem #lonely #thoughts #scary #relatable #sadness #hope #dailypoem #quotes #original poem #daily poem #boost

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christina-strigas-author · 1 year

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la1rs · 1 year

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ONE DAY I’LL KNOW

Empty bottles under my bed

Listening to the lies in my head

That tell me I need more

It’s 3pm, I wake up passed out on someone’s floor

Existing feels like a drag, my eyes are bloodshot and they sag

I reach for the miniature ziploc bag

Breathing in more debauchery

I traded my morals for flattery

Hungry for attention

I look to strangers for affection

They happily return it for my penance

As I interlock with their essence

For eternity and beyond

We form an inseparable bond

That exists only within me

My body is all that they see

And the only thing I’ll let them into

My heart is impossible to get to

To the point that I myself have lost it

My character is incomplete and split

Between a version of me that cares,

One that impersonates, and one that scares

Even me, myself, and I

Every time I look myself in the eye

I see empty hollows

And hear a voice that follows

Whispering in my ear, “everyone you love has left you, the ones that remain only do so because they pity you, but they stay far away because they don’t want to deal with you.”

I recognize the voice that speaks as my conscience, which I’ve been ignoring

Likely because I find my life utterly boring

And I’m feeling crazy because I just want to talk to you

But you haven’t replied and I don’t know what to do

So I wait for my phone to ring all day

Praying to God that maybe you’ll stay

Or if you don’t, at least you’ll give me a good reason

One that isn’t wrapped in lies and drizzled with treason

But honestly, I wouldn’t blame you

Everybody leaves, this is the only thing I know to be true

All my friends have disowned me

Moved on, met new people, made better memories

I listen as they tell their stories

And I’m always the odd one out

Consumed with regret and doubt

That maybe if I could stay sober things would be different

Maybe if I could control myself I’d be indifferent

Maybe if I wasn’t such a liar my family would trust me

But after last year they tip-toe around me

After my days being hospitalized

And weeks spent institutionalized

My sister confided to me that she thinks I’m a little insane

All anyone can do is wait for my next hurricane

Where I’ll drown in my own rage

Where my vanity will take center stage

And I’ll end up in rehab again

Addicted to prescriptions again

The longest I’ve managed is 75 days clean

But I am a machine that thrives on gasoline,

long trips, and bong rips

I love it when my mind slips

From this plane into the eternal

Where I see everything external

Outside of my bones

I witness the dancing of the stones

And the singing of the colors

The world, a collision of a million watercolors

Pulsing and breathing in a way that is unseen to the controlled mind

Undiscovered to eyes that are blind

That’s why I refuse to be restrained

My soul will not be contained

Inside this human cage

I have come of age

Or so I thought while I had acid coursing through my blood

Destroying barriers like a flood

But now I’m back to a limited sensibility

Recounting the ways I’ve been a liability

To myself, my friends and family

A pestering voice reminds me, I’ll do it again happily

For I change far more swiftly than I can even comprehend

That’s why I’ve reached a dead end

I can’t decide on the person I want to be

Who I am on the inside is so much different than the person that you see

I began building on sand, forsook my foundation

I’m still trying to understand moderation

And oftentimes I choose wrong

I’ve been on this road too long

Maybe it’s time to turn around

Go home, where I’ll be safe, sound

But sparkling bodies keep pulling me in a direction I should not go

One step at a time, something tells me one day I’ll know

What to do, how to behave

How to kick away every substance I crave

How to be someone my parents are proud to have as their daughter

Until then I’ll keep filling my glass with clear liquid that resembles but doesn’t taste like water.

#dailypoem #depressing shit #sorry mom

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release-by-eileen · 4 months

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M is for Mystery

Within the intricate web of shadows, an undeniable sin casts its clandestine trace. Behind closed doors and veiled glances, an agenda takes shape in a hidden space - an orchestration of motives and machinations.

As the investigation unfolds, the spotlight turns to all, for in this enigmatic narrative, every individual wears the shroud of suspicion, and yet, paradoxically, each bears the guise of a victim. The lines blur between perpetrator and prey, creating a mystique that defies the conventions of truth and falsehood. The unravelling mystery becomes a mirror reflecting the complexity of human nature, where innocence and guilt dance in a tangled waltz.

As layers peel away, the narrative unveils the raw and unfiltered emotions, bold in their capacity for both good and evil. The characters, entangled in the threads of fate, reveal the vulnerability and resilience woven into the fabric of their existence.

The mystery transcends the boundaries of a mere whodunit, transforming into an exploration of the human psyche. It becomes a journey into the shadows where secrets are born, sins are committed, and agendas are concealed. The story, like a riddle wrapped in an enigma, creates a lingering sense of awe at the intricacies that define the human experience.

Thank you for reading!

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burnerthoughtz · 1 year

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generationz

why doesn't this shit get healed? why did it get passed down again? + why does it have so many faces?

I gotta take better pride in breaking these hexes...

I'm breaking through brick walls with my bare fingernails.

me. a 23 year old woman.

beautiful young woman

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I am

a blessing

#burnerthoughtz #selflove #poetry #poem #generationaltrauma #journal #dailypoem #healed #selfhealing #youngwoman #woman #blessing

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unheardofagain · 1 year

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i’ve been living in these one-way mirror memories far too long.

#dailypoem #Daily writing prompt #writing challenge #poem #memory poem

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official-writesome-app · 2 years

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WriteSome App's Second Poetry Collection Released

With the goal of taking WriteSome App’s users’ work to the world, today we’re releasing our second poetry collection “Dearly Beloved — Poems on Love”

In today’s time, most amateur writers are finding it extremely difficult to get their work noticed by the right audience due to the plethora of online writing platforms and thousands of posts being posted every minute. And as a writing platform, we not only understand this problem but also realise that it is our responsibility to notice, identify and promote exceptional writers and poets on our app and take their work to the world.

And this is exactly why we came up with the idea of releasing series of our poetry collections.

Written by users of the WriteSome App, this poetry collection has 20 poems divided into 4 parts — Talk, Wait, Leave and Go. Each part with poems about that phase/ element of human connection.

Part 1- Talk: Deep feelings, heartfelt, exhilarating, romantic love.

Part 2: Wait — Overpowering and emotional poems on Love.

Part 3 — Leave: Overwhelming cravings for deep love, beautiful flow of emotions.

Part 4 — Go: inspiring, moving and touching poems.

You can buy the book in ebook, paperback and hardcover formats on Amazon via this link.

If you’re an amateur writer looking to share your poetry and stories, download our app on iOS and Android today.

If you have any feedback/ suggestions please write to us at [email protected]

#poetryblog #writers #poet #indiepoets #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #dailypoems #poetry #prose #poems #poetic #poems and quotes #short poem #creative writing #young poets #original poem

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