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deadpoetssblood · 12 hours
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My heart is an unmade bed; It might look messy, but I swear it's a safe place to rest.
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crescentdreamss · 4 months
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In another life, we saved each other from drowning in the same ocean of shared tears & mirrored longings.
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poetry-universes · 1 year
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I was homeless, until I found you.
Now,
My safe place lies in your heart,
My faith lies in your eyes,
My hope lies in your smile,
My strength lies in your love,
My world is you.
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scribblersobia · 9 months
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There must be something special about love, I believe when you are in love, the blue sky looks more bluey than blue, every season becomes your favorite season, the water in the rivers looks more sparkly, the stars look more shimmery, you see the moon smiling at you, you smell the soft fragrance of your love everywhere, you feel like walking on clouds, Oh! Lord, there must be something special about love, there must be something more than love in love, It must be beautiful, like butterflies dancing in every inch of the body, It must be more than beautiful, love must be more than warmth, intimacy, and endearment.
@scribblersobia
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mikushimada · 29 days
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Poem/Photo mine.
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writtenbyaloner · 1 month
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She said: There is so much hurt in the world, and so much sweetness in the hurt.
He said: Let me be the sweetness in your hurt, and you be the hurt that is the sweetest.
– Abdulsamad S. M./N. F.
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fromblisswithlove · 2 years
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bruised
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In the writing sessions for book six.
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winchester12 · 4 days
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Hoy quisiera pedirte perdón, por todo el espacio que deje que creciera entre nosotros.
Por las cosas que no te dije y preferí guardar para mi. Por las veces que salí sin ti, no sabes cuando quisiera que ahora no dejarás de estar a mi lado.
Perdón por las veces que no quise hablar, ahora solo quiero escuchar tu voz una vez más.
Perdón por los lugares que no conocimos, pensé que tendríamos toda una vida para recorrerlos.
Perdón por las caricias que no te di, siempre pensé que estarías a mi lado.
Perdón por el amor que me faltó darte, debí demostrarte que mi vida eras tú.
Perdón por los mensajes que no te mande, por los te extraño que me guarde, por los te amo que nunca dije.
Perdón por las cartas que no te di, los besos que aplace y esa despedida donde no te abrace lo suficiente porque pensé que te volvería a ver.
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poemstoimmortalisehim · 11 months
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Garden and her lover
Before you met me , I was a barren land, neglected and ruined. My trees were stripped bare of their luscious green leaves,picked apart and trampled on by the ghosts of past lovers. Not a single flower was in sight, every last one had wilted in misery crushed by the venomous wrath of hatred and agony trapped within my soil.
Even when some semblance of a seedling formed, she cowered her head in melancholy afraid to trust the warmth of love for fear of being burned again. The once flourishing myriad of fauna that thrived my grounds were now reduced to prickly thorn bushes stinging with painful memories of betrayals and broken hearts.
It was then you came into my garden like a drizzle of hope after a starving drought of despair. Like a mother's delicate touch you tended to my dirt with patience and planted the seeds of your love.
Even during the days when I was plagued with self-doubt and would conspire with the wind to scream at you that I may not bear the fruits of your painstaking labour,you would sit with me in silence and run your hand healingly through every insignificant shrub and weed that grew.
The once blush pale beating heart of my garden was turning crimson red with a newfound purpose just like the roses you planted.Soon arrived the morning glories always in awe of your beguiling smile ready to whisper sweet nothings and extend their vines with gratitude to feel your soft enduring palms.
Then came the lavenders with their saccharine fragrance that would send me into a childlike whimsy and entrance my head with thoughts of you. The lavenders were my favorite because it reminded me of your face that glistened with purple hue and purple meant passion,the sheer unwavering passion of yours that turned my disfigured soil into the Eden the gods blessed your kind with.
The edges of your temple wrinkled like the swirls of an old tree stump but unlike the sophisticated spirals of your exterior your heart remained guarded like a shy tulip worried if the world would mock the way the petals of your mind unfolded.
Yet, during the winter nights when you would rest your weary head on my grass patch saying your musings to the moon, I would listen clandestinely to the wisdom you gained from travelling treacherous rocky paths, how they scarred your feet but disciplined your mind.
You taught me humility so I won't gloat over my vibrant carnations but appreciate their impermanence as with the ever-changing unforgiving seasons and immerse in their exquisite beauty even if, just for a moment.
And just like the notion of love even if the cherry blossoms I cherished so dearly in spring were to wither I would console myself knowing that camellias in the winter would await me.
Like a sunflower that lifts up her glowing yellow petals with cheerful exuberance your perseverance taught me to look adversity in its monstrous pouncing eyes such that even if the sky in her envy were to send ravenous thunderstorms or the sun were to scorn upon us with his scorching glances I would not falter but continue to bloom in rebellion.
Yet I knew, when the vicious hearsays from ravens turned my spirits down you would let me revel in the shade of your strength like a tall and mighty banyan tree.
The butterflies who would travel from lands far away would be swayed by your lustful charm. And while my most eye-catching petunias and freesias would seduce them with sweet nectar and striking petals the fluttery beings would insist on sitting upon the throne of your nose and staring into the alluring blooming irises within your eyes.
My poppies would dance devotedly to the melodious cacophony of your voice and my lilies would wish for a trickle of your sweat to fall upon them so that they may taste salvation and shimmer with pollen of adoration in your presence.
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The flowers in my garden shall forever be a testament to the unrelenting love and kindness you showed me and every last seed shall be born praising your name. Alas, my dear remember that when the nights get too lonely and the days filled with drudgery lean your tired frame against my branches so that I may caress your face with dandelion kisses and help you find the courage to sprout again just as you did with me.
-A.N
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stantheanomaly · 9 days
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If I must fall again, let it be in love. With you.
Suvrahadip Ghosh, Falling
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deadpoetssblood · 19 days
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I'm overwhelmed by a vague sadness about life, an inner anxiety that makes me nervous and uneasy.
- Fernando Pessoa
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crescentdreamss · 4 months
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You were my wish, I was your love.
You were my poetry, I was your music.
But today, we are just two strangers betrayed by fate.
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poetry-universes · 1 month
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All I want is you 🥰
I'll tell it rather simply;
I'll say it plain and true-
A single thing is all I want,
And all I want is you.
There are no other riches,
No treasures or possessions
That ever could compare with you,
My fondest of obsessions.
You are the very air I breath,
The ration that sustains me.
You're all my thoughts tied up as one,
The laugh that entertains me.
You're all that life need ever give,
The maximum that's due.
If I could ask for anything,
I'd only ask for you
~Bruce B Wilmer
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in another universe, we’re still dancing in your kitchen, waiting for the brownies to bake.
but in that one, we never stopped.
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mikushimada · 1 month
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Poem by me.
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