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#poems about life
kurtvonney19 · 5 months
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toothpaste
i sometimes brush my teeth so hard there’s blood when i spit
i still think there’s a “right way” to do things in life
but i still end up drawing blood
red mixed with cloudy white
an imperfection in cleanliness
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trickstersaint · 1 year
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flush // april 13 2023
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dontdieonmeyet · 3 months
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now, i'm not so sure
we were friends
we were in love
we were dating
and then we became distant
and now it's like we are who we are when we first met
and when people ask me "what are you two?"
i say the three things, a fourth
and "now, i'm not so sure"
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poetrybynoone · 16 days
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stantheanomaly · 6 months
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October lets another heart blossom, within mine, like the tragedy of bearing one wasn't enough.
- Suvrahadip Ghosh, The Kindness of October
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mortallypurpleshark · 14 days
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reflection
I yearn to mirror the same face,
Longing for a sense of belonging,
Yet, I remain apart.
Despite attempts to share their laughter,
Or dress to match their standards,
My efforts only highlight
The stark contrast of my difference.
My nose, slightly oversized,
Eyes too wide and brown,
Hair rebelliously curly,
A muffin top, jeans worn thin.
my refusal of going out often
because my pocket cries it's own misery
I am a spectacle of embarrassment
I wish to spare others this pain.
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12:17 am
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beemintty · 4 months
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breathe in the sound of their voices, slightly muffled over voice chats but beautifully alive with laughter.
settle into the happy adrenaline of video games; betrayal is funny and death is temporary.
let the quiet of the rest of the house surround you, it's quiet but your bubbling voices come alive in middle of the night.
hours go by and you've made one more friend and shared countless moments of joy.
all this in the middle of the night, hundreds of kilometres away, over PC screens.
all this for kids to learn how to live again when given the chance to slow down just a little bit.
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Forever young
Butterflies swarm a field of daisies, blooming bright.
Wings glittering like fancy confetti in the evening light.
Dancing together adorned with dew, having fleeting fun.
While knowing every one of them dies with the rising sun.
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gailyspoems · 4 months
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We ...
The Brave
Who love as deep as the oceans and as wide as the Earth
We ...
Who have felt the bursting joy of love ..
And piercing agony of loss
We ..
The Brave
The ones who stand up to welcome it all again
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aseelayelia · 5 months
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Addicted to Tragedy
Am I addicted to tragedy, or is the tragedy addicted to me?
Do I look for the wreckage, or is the wreckage all I can see?
Our planet is burning up and our politicians are arguing if there is heat.
Natural disasters are everywhere yet many aren’t sure if the ground is shaking under their feet.
Thousands are dying yet we question if their death is real,
as we doom scroll through our socials and see our faves score a new brand deal.
With one fist they collect our money and with the other they drain our blood,
as they fire those who dare to speak and drag their names through the mud.
The American dream has turned into an American nightmare we can’t wake up from,
yet our politicians turn down the volume of our suffering and beat the war’s drums.
am I addicted to tragedy, or is the tragedy addicted to me?
do I look for the wreckage, or is the wreckage all I can see?
The writing prompt of @betweenthetimeandsound inspired this poem
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kurtvonney19 · 5 months
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spiegel
and because someday
someone will ask me what my favorite piece of music is
and i will tell them
but until then
i will wait
for the person who asks the right questions
and who deserves the true answer
because to give up those answers
to someone who doesn’t know my soul
is a sin in and of itself
and because how
do i start to explain
that it’s a song from the movie
that helped show me what love is supposed to be
and let me love the world
and allowed me to see the light that it has to offer
how do i give that over to someone
how do i gasp out the title
knowing that i’m sharing my soul
im giving part of me over
the sixteen year old girl
who sat on the porch
at six in the morning
sobbing to the new day
as the sun peaked over the trees
and the birds woke up
and people got in their cars
and lives carried on
and no one saw the sobbing girl
expect for the piano and violin
and they played so sweetly
and made her feel less alone
in a world of isolation
for eight minutes
the world stood still
as that song played
and she sat
and realized how lucky she would always be
to breathe
to hear
to see
everyday
no matter what
because she was loved
and the piano and violin were playing
and she was loved
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delirium-mind · 4 months
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dontdieonmeyet · 3 months
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glass on a mirror
a weird sense of beauty
as the tears flow from your eyes
i see the you you let no one else see
blinking away the shame
hiding your face in your hands
afraid to be looked through
like glass on a mirror
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poetrybynoone · 11 days
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stantheanomaly · 6 months
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I couldn't love you enough, perhaps, because I never loved myself enough.
- Suvrahadip Ghosh, How much love is enough love?
Found it relatable? You can read the entire piece in my debut book Ruins, it's available on Amazon on a discounted rate 🌻
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