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abitbrokenpoetry · 4 months

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I had declared war on myself.. Bloody battles raging for years.. I sat in the middle of the killing fields.. savage; dirty weapons in hand.. victims lying around me.. but deep down I was broken.. people would come& they would go.. & I barely noticed them.. until you came wondering in my path.. you crawled through the landmines.. & dodged my grenades.. & you patiently sat with me as things exploded.. you were fighting your own battles.. you gave me your coat.. and wiped away my tears for awhile.. & it wasn’t nearly so lonely there anymore.. I never thanked you for that.. for keeping my company.. when I was trying so desperately to destroy myself.. I hope wherever you are now.. you have fought all your battles.. & won your war.

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malenastefano · 5 months

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my poetry website it's finally out: painfullymyself.neocities.org ♡ this one it's one of my favourite poems.

#malena stefano #poems #poetry #confessional poetry #female poetry #trans poetry #jewish poetry

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bellamonde · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Forough

Forough (1934-1967) was the most famous and brilliant Iranian female poet of all time. She wasn’t just a poet, she was also a painter, an artist and a revolutionary. She broke boundaries and taboos. She did the unthinkable - had an affair, divorced her husband and lived life on her own terms. She never stopped fighting for womanhood and freedom. Generations of Iranian women grew up reading her poetry and being moved and inspired by her. She is revered by millions and occupied a unique place in Iran and the hearts of all Iranians.

This is a poem she wrote at age 19 (in 1953). Can you even imagine a woman in the West writing such poetry in the ‘50s? Forough was so brave and never allowed societal expectations define her.

The Sin

I sinned a sin full of pleasure, In an embrace which was warm and fiery. I sinned surrounded by arms that were hot and avenging and iron. In that dark and silent seclusion I looked into his secret-full eyes. my heart impatiently shook in my breast In response to the request of his needful eyes. In that dark and silent seclusion, I sat dishevelled at his side. his lips poured passion on my lips, I escaped from the sorrow of my crazed heart. I whispered in his ear the tale of love: I want you, o life of mine, I want you, O life-giving embrace, O crazed lover of mine, you. desire sparked a flame in his eyes; the red wine danced in the cup. In the soft bed, my body drunkenly quivered on his chest. I sinned a sin full of pleasure, next to a shaking, stupefied form. o God, who knows what I did In that dark and quiet seclusion.

#forough farrokhzad #Persian Poetry #iran #iranian poetry #female poetry #feminism #womanism #woman life freedom #women's rights

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eefrostpoetry · 1 year

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everything that i ever touched smells like death now

#poetry #spilled ink #poetry riot #poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #female poetry #female poet #love poem #death poem #dead poets society #eefrost #eefrostpoetry #rupi kaur #milk and honey #rh sin #quote #quotes

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junflower123 · 4 months

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I didn’t know what was going on back then

I just noticed a shift in you

Every once in awhile

The same soul

But, a different mindset

Up and down

Head spinning all around

Yet, everyone is expecting you to keep on moving forward

You feel as if you’re hanging from a wire, moving

Up and down

Either wanting to die

Or doing things that could kill you

Chemical warfare

Dopamine, living the dream!

SSRIs, helping mania take flight

The plane crashing as depression takes ahold

Booze, weed

Then finally, antipsychotics!

A new battle begins

Findings the right meds

Maintaining access to the right meds

Battling the side effects of the meds

…would it be better to fight chemical warfare without chemicals?

Always fighting, no matter what!

Up and down

Thoughts spinning all around

You must be exhausted.

Up and down,

And all around!

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This poem is about me watching my friend deal with bipolar disorder and her trying to navigate getting help for it and trying to manage it the best she can.

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allisonspoems · 11 months

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all you ever did was make promises and chose to not keep them.

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prettypeppermint · 7 months

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peach woes.

Tender muscle. Slender frame.

i don't know why i'm like this.

i feel pathetic

and small

and weak,

and for some reason they all feel so fleshy and sweet when i'm near you--

like i was meant to be those things when i'm ripening in your arms.

It's disgusting

and filthy

and i can't help but crave it.

i need you more than i want you;

i need your protection

and your guidance

and your power;

i need everything that makes it so indescribably easy for me to be yours--

to rot into your excellence.

Tender heart. Pit of shame.

x.

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writing-lane · 1 year

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There’s a tiny reservoir of strength,

That pools inside my chest.

I know it’s there,

But it’s not for me to drink from.

It can only be poured into waiting hands.

#poetry #writing community #short poem #writblr #female poetry #love #friendship #strength #original poem #boundaries

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horror102 · 8 months

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I consumed you, because I knew you’d leave. I walk around with bits of you in my teeth.- MD.S

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asoftepiloguemylove · 1 year

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"To be made of flesh was humiliation."

Alice Munro, Lives of Girls and Women

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abitbrokenpoetry · 5 months

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I’m sorry I asked you to stand on that bridge with me and hold my hand. I’m glad you didn’t jump when I did. It put the perfect amount of distance between us when I finally shattered on the rocks at the bottom below.. An endless war I fight all alone. But don’t judge me so harshly. One day, you will fall off the edge of a bridge all your own.

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saphiratotheotherside · 10 months

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Girl Is Too Tired To Dance

A night where all goes awry

The guitar hisses or growls like a lost kitty

The wine gets u too drunk & lazy

People are puppets of joy, annoyingly ecstatic

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I’m real melancholia - street to nowhere

Amidst continuous artistic decor

Girl is too tired to dance

Even wandering off (to grace lands)

Seems exhausting

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A dreamer needs to dream

Cheap yet fantastical way of existing

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romanticise-a-quiet-life · 1 year

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‘I’m coming out as someone who loves things unevenly, my theologies strewn out in the dark’

Jessica gives me a chill pill, Angie Sijun Lou

#poetry #writing #author #angie sijun lou #books #poetry book #bookstagram #book #female #female poetry #female poets

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eefrostpoetry · 1 year

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i yell, i scream, i burn away i've forgotten love i've lost my softness i can't hold on to myself without slipping away

#poetry #spilled ink #poetry riot #poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #dead poets society #dark academia #chaotic academia #writing #words #eefrostpoetry #eefrost #female poet #female poetry #female poets #quote #poetry quotes

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subcoolture · 2 years

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The Magician and The Empress - were intertwined The Stars had granted them - a wish they had Back in the past - they had no land to lay their hearts - under The Sun But that cold man - and his Two Swords were not prepared - to have The World For she was bright - maybe too much to spark the faith - in his dark soul

— Léia Katràud

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allisonspoems · 9 months

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you didn’t make the rain go away,

but you did hold the umbrella over my head so i could bare it.

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