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#poet's society
wordsaremydiary · 5 days ago
Sitting with my mom
I smile a different smile.
Listening to her sweet words
I smile a big, genuine smile.
Sitting with those fake people
I smile a different smile.
Listening to their fake words
I smile a tight-lipped, fake smile.
Sitting with someone I admire
I smile a different smile.
Listening to and watching them
I smile a small shy smile.
Sitting with people I love
I smile a different smile.
Goofing and talking with them
I smile a big, toothy smile.
To every heart in my life
I smile a different smile.
For all the hearts I've lost
I smile a different smile.
2021, April 8th
The credit for this idea and theme goes to @wonderingprocrastinator ☻ Thank you so much for this genius and genius suggestion. Hope you like it :)
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wordsaremydiary · 19 days ago
I absolutely love your poems! It's so nice to see someone share their art!
I see that you take requests, I was wondering if you could write something about art in general. Maybe the struggle of being an artist?
Have a nice day!☀️
Hi 👋 hope you're as awesome as ever!
Thank you so much 😄 . Yeah, I try my best to write the best I can. Sure, that seems like a very interesting suggestion. Here:
Heavy Struggles
The struggle to write
Or draw or paint.
The struggle to fight
In silence and pain.
To find the right words
And clueless colours.
To somehow shift the world
In minutes and hours.
To relay the pain
And the heart that's cracked.
To display the stains
In a beautiful stack.
To use the perfect key
For the right sorrow.
To allow the world to see
And still not seem shallow.
The yearning for art,
The thirst to create.
The balancing of hearts
On individual plates.
2021, March 18th
I hope you like it! Thank you for the awesome suggestion. Lemme know what you think about it. I really enjoyed writing this one! Have a wonderful day/night.
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wordsaremydiary · a month ago
Can you another poem about the song called ‘Feels Like Home’ from Brother Bear 2 with the mixed of ‘I See The Light’ from Tangled. Listen to two songs if you don’t know any of them. ~X-Over Anon
Hello 👋 Anonymous. Hope you're doing great.
Yeah, I've listened to both songs, and though this was a challenge, it was way more fun to write. Here it is.
Home in Your Light
They didn't know
They were so lost
Until they found eachother
Like the treasure lost.
Now their hearts glow
Like lanterns in the sky.
And they'll show
Eachother how to fly.
Found the parts forgotten
And all the missing feelings
They learn to smile again
Learn to be loving.
As long as they're together
They're home.
With eachother
The world, they'll roam.
Chasing one another
They're where they're meant to be.
Together forever
Only love and peace they'll feel.
2021, March 4th
Hope this is upto your expectations, Anon. I've tried my best. Thanks for the suggestion 😊
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poetic-sinema · 8 months ago
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caecili · 5 years ago
i. People say you don't have to be strong all the time. Bullshit. If you want to get better, you have to be strong enough to stop hurting yourself. ii. Transformation is scary. Your heart is a muscle and as with any muscle, you have to break it for it to grow stronger. iii. Anything grown back together leaves scars, one sedimentary patchwork of skin after another, for people to better tell your strength and the cycles of your life. They should be trophies, age lines, like the maturity you so desperately seek. iv. Love is stronger than fear, but only if you give it room. Let it breathe. Don't strangle it by fearing it. v. If you think the world is running away from you, you're in the wrong race.
Reminders 1-5, by Mallory M.
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poet-whisperer · 6 years ago
If my pain can find its way into words, Then maybe my heart could also find it’s way to you For she is but a unique palace Filled with morality and self-centered ideas Of lust, envy, pride, gluttony, fury For she is but a block of empty space Filled with empty and meaningless words The kind that would maybe cause the pain The kind that would maybe bring out the words For as dimly lit as it may be, The avenues of one’s soul can drift forever Alone.
poet-whisperer. Darling.
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poet-whisperer · 6 years ago
The moon was beautiful, I stared at she. Which do you prefer is it her or me? She was the one who would brighten my skies Love, you're the one that lightens my eyes She blushed.
poet-whisperer. The moon and her.
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xreveriies · 6 years ago
happy and in love;
happy and in love life's precious blessings a feeling of belonging the brightest light in the dark a constant flicker of hope.
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un-poetryy · 32 minutes ago
Gone or not?
How is it that you are gone but here at the same time?
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bruce-wilson · 46 minutes ago
"Tea Party"
'I wish you were a girl'
Is what his mother said
'Put a gun to your head'
That's what he thought she said
'Put on the dress'
His reflection screamed
He picked up a gun instead
Eyes red
Tears bled
A bullet in his head
'Why didn't you love me?'
That's what his note read
"Tea Party, pt. 2"
'Why did you come here?'
Her question rang
As cold as the snow
On their son's grave
He didn't answer
He just blankly stared
At the name
They had to engrave
Then without even a word
The gun was in his hand
'I love you'
He whispered
'You will never be alone again'
The words danced
From his lips
With an elegant twist
Before he kissed the stone
He lifted the gun to his head
But shot his wife instead
Painting the snow a crimson red
Then without a second thought
All he saw was black
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yelkunz · an hour ago
Same place to chase
People with same motives
A surging storm ahead
Crying heavens in sight
Engulfing darkness above
Say what's inside your soul
Pale lips never woke up
A stream of feelings surpass
Cried out loud inside
Engraved what have you done
Singing our own lullaby
Pressing down to my chest
As the lyrics goes by
Cemented heart buried your soul
Everything in sight is blur
Same people, same feelings
Please wake up yourself
Atonement of your own soul
Crisp heart must be fixed
Enlighten your heart and smile
- yelkunz 15:15
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small-godds · 2 hours ago
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iwant2heal · 3 hours ago
I’m not lying I don’t feel a thing I’ve been too busy To continue wondering If I’m supposed to be here I used to feel it in my throat The emotion was so intense I’d lose circulation in my wrists They itch My body didn’t know how to handle my heart (that parasite!) It doesn’t matter anymore I don’t feel anything I know nothing is real And I can breathe I’m too busy to feel And it brought relief I’m not lying
It’s the favor god granted me
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johermione · 3 hours ago
so i watched dps again, and keating’s quote “beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for” made me think of how in your writing scrapbook of flowers, you purposefully distinguished between romantic and platonic love, and i love that in this quote he lists both “romance” and “love” which i saw as him recognising that not all love is romantic. idk i just wanted to share with you, i thought it was kinda cool <3
That's exactly what I was thinking! I'm so glad Keating acknowledged it. I love that he didn't say friendship? He just classified friendship as love, which it is. Love means so many different things to so many different people. I firmly believe it's an unique experience for all of us. I think he listed romance separately not because he thought it was more important than other kinds of love, but because he wanted to highlight how not all love is romantic (and how love isn't lesser than romance). I'm literally jumping with happiness, I rarely see anybody talking about it and now, you noticed it too and connected it to my writing🥺. I'm so honoured. Dead poets society is one of the major inspirations for my storybook and reading this meant a lot🥺. I really need to get back to writing it. Thank you thank you thank you for this. It really did make me smile.💕💕💕💕💕
PS. this gif reminds me of you🥰
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pulmunduk · 3 hours ago
I pass by an elderly lady & all I can think is how did she live? Did she love life? Did she have dreams?And all I want in that moment is to listen the stories of her life.
To her, the life she lived wasn't extraordinary. But all I see is a life full of adventures, experiences and dreams.
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