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letsbeapoemtogether · 4 months
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Sunrise, Louise Glück
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songsbeforesunrise · 1 year
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𝖣𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗂'𝗆 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.
𝖨 𝖺𝗆.
@songsbeforesunrise
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lesweetweirdo · 7 months
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All this grief. All this feeling. All this love. Where do I put all of it? If not you, Then where?
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thespilledink · 3 months
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Words whispered
in bedsheets
made me believe
we were in love
-h.h.
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poetryhoney · 7 months
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when i fell in love with you
it wasn’t sudden or new
it was slow, familiar, comforting
increasing with every moment i had with you
it was like
a song you had heard a long time ago
one that you don’t remember quite well
but now that you found it again
you can’t stop listening
or
a beautiful meadow
where you had never been before
but for some reason, you feel like you have
and oddly enough, you feel right at home
that’s how you made me feel
every time we’d share a laugh or a cry
i had more and more of a longing to be by your side
and as each day passed
all i hoped for was that it would always last
all i hope for
is that this will last
- eternity
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thank you for reading! <3
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dutifullyteenagewitch · 5 months
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"just once I'd like to be the poem, and not the poet"
just once I'd like to feel how being loved feels and not be the lover
just once I'd like to wear paper rings and not make them
just once I'd like to get gifts and not be the giver
just once I'd like to be the one over whom someone loses their sleep and not be the night hawk
just once I'd like to feel how it feels when someone burns their existence into ashes just for me and not pour my soul into someone only for them to see me
~ kaushiki
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curseddialect · 7 months
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The Moon was so beautiful that the ocean held up a mirror.
—Ani DiFranco
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stantheanomaly · 6 months
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I feel you only realise the depth of your loneliness, when one fine day, someone tries to reach out to you, but all they touch is the empty space between you and your heart.
- Suvrahadip Ghosh, The depth of my loneliness
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a-j-s-the-only · 1 month
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but when I let out the scream I’ve kept inside,
You don’t ask why
you just say “not so loud”
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everforez · 2 months
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𐙚 Every time I pick up a pencil while thinking about you; words fly onto the paper. I've fallen so hard for you; it made me write poetry.
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jessicaherrerawrites · 7 months
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And for once maybe someone sees me, all of me, as if I have been cut open and put on display, and they don’t look away in disgust. No, they choose to love me anyway.
Jessica Herrera, original poem
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letsbeapoemtogether · 1 month
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Susan Sontag, from "The Dummy", featured in I, Etcetera: Stories
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moments-everyday · 8 months
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and if i said it out loud (i am hungry. but what i am craving is you.), would you have smiled (oh, i understand!), would you have looked at my lips (i never thought you'd say it.), would you have leaned in (see? i have been famished as well.), if i had agreed (if i can't have you, i think i will starve.), if i had opened my mouth (my stomach has been growling all this time.), would we have finally kissed (we yearn to swallow each other piece for piece.)
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lesweetweirdo · 8 months
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My mother's love is service
She doesn't know how to stop
Always giving without hesitation
Never knowing when is enough
My mother's love is excessive
To the point it suffocates
That things starts to get blurry
Where love inevitably turns into hate
Therefore, my mother's love is pain
For both those who are involved
And I think I inhereted some of her
Since we were carved in the same mold
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seaskcalino · 2 months
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Aún recuerdo levantarme aquel día sabiendo que ya no era parte de tu vida.
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shannacastelan · 5 months
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17 Again
And suddenly I’m 17 again
Walking on eggshells, waiting for the explosion
My mother tells me her life was harder
But her wrists aren’t red like mine
And her diary isn’t full of pathetic prose
This was supposed to be different
I’m older now I’m a new girl
Or maybe I’m just the same girl
A teenage girl, hopeless and scared
Knowing things won’t get better
Because they never do
And so the cycle repeats
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