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letters-toyourheart · 2 years
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"Meet me in the story in which you're mine."
- Myra ( via Instagram- @myra__9)
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cinamonmilktea · 5 months
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Seasons with you
When it’s raining do you think of me
The turmoil I caused you
The pain I suffered through
When it’s snowing I think of you
The warmth you never gave
The love you never showed
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abitbrokenpoetry · 1 year
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spent a lifetime planting this garden all these pretty flowers in their places beneath the sun i danced between them but for a few years the sun turned its face from me & the storms washed all the flowers away until I was standing ankle deep in water with dead petals floating all around the garden was brown, dry and withered and slowly I died with it until you came so vivid and beautiful so small but full of love & life you brought back the light with you Once again I felt alive and all the flowers bloomed again in their places beneath the sun Brighter than they were before I can dance between them once more We dance with them every night.
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jackcalavera · 1 year
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hidden-rubys · 1 year
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No Longer Sob Alone
3/1/19 3:35a.m. 
Oh, the sun!  The beaut of the sky, the warmth and the blaze of day, the bright smiles where the sadness decay. And Earth chases its light, to illuminate its sky, leaving its half in darkness. 
And oh, the moon, the hopeless romantic of Earth. Spinning around it to chase the light. And I find myself so much of the moon; chasing hope, but we never aline, shining in the darkest of hours waiting, waiting I am for a reason to dim. And I witness the darkest scenes. Watching helplessly, mouthlessly, wishing I could stop the misery. 
Could it be the gods crying when the sky is pouring? Crying, weeping for how their creations wage bloodsheds, spreading ashes, spilling wine. And oh, too much do I whine! 
The bread, the beds they're stained with blood. And I wish upon the sun, I could meet the gods, so I could no longer wail alone. 
Oh, the oceans! How beautiful they are! And oh, how many people have spilled their ink in their water. So enigmatic. They hold, oh, so many wars and betrayals. And I just crave for laying my body against the silky texture as a letter in a bottle, in the middle of nowhere with no terminus. Thrown with hope to be found, trusting the waves, hoping to be saved. 
And I wish upon the moon, I could tell the gods, so I can no longer sob alone.
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shalspeaks · 2 years
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I look perfect and whole
When you see me
I put a mirage of perfection
To even decide me
But Let me tell you
I am missing some pieces too
I am like you
Scar and broken
So maybe let's not judge each other
Next time
What I see, is you are hiding too
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delhidreams · 1 year
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. . . #wordvyaasa #eecummings #poesia #poesia #poetcommunity #poetsofig #poetsunite #poetryisnotdead #verseoftheday #poetrylove #poetofinstagram #poetrylover #poemsofinstagram #poemaday #poetry_addicts #poetsociety #nowreading #readersofinstagram #artistlife #artistsoninstagram #creativityquotes #awriterslife #writerscommunity #writersnetwork (at Delhi, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnmZYOlMkbD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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lakataek · 1 year
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#Poem #Poems #Poetry #PoetryIsNotDead #PoetryCommunity #PoetOfInstagram #PoetsOfInstagram #PoetOfIG #PoetsOfIG #IGPoet #IGPoets #IGPoetry #Writer #Writers #WritersLife #WritersOfInstagram #WritersofIG #WritersCommunity #Words #WordPorn #CreativeWriting #SpilledInk #SpilledInkPoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CkhdjvKoAKn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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endeavourbyveeda · 2 years
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Chaos of mind.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 🤍 🤎 🖤 🪐Yours #AnjaliSN Tags. #youngpoet #poeticlife #earthpoetry #womenpoets #spokenpoetry #poetofinstagram #skybluesArtist #instapoetryfeature #arteza #LiquitexWork #skybluesArtist #copicwithus#watercolorpalette #watercolorpaint #watercolorbeginner #watercolorblog #instawatercolor #watercoloraddict #art_we_inspire #gouache #watercolor_artist #watercolorforbeginners #watercolorsummit#poetsandwriters #poetryisnotdead #poemsporn #poetspecial #evepoetrygroup #globalagepoetry #pentupthoughts https://www.instagram.com/p/CfJInLxpFSj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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disguisedasthesky · 2 years
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Home is another name for graveyard. It is the graveyard—of the person I used to be; I don't know what home means for others.
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traumatocampa · 2 years
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cinamonmilktea · 1 year
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-Life’s Plan- #writer#writerofinsta#writierofinstagram#poet#poetofinsta#poetofig#poetofinstagram#poetry#poetrycommunity#poetryofig#poetryofinstagra# https://www.instagram.com/p/CpiFMPtO28A/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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#Transcripciones🎙️ temporada 1 #Consuetudinario☕ número 0004 #✒️🗒️ pie del agua._ Saúcos que servían como el sencillo mar, historias de la gente campesina de la alta edad media, recién nacida hija del agua, de los montes y de las barrancas, creciera mi color al pie del agua, de la luna, el sol y de las estrellas.  Por qué no he de poder desnudarme cuando los oía como historias de los leñadores de pies con tórtolas de palomas, en una casa en que los alfabetos los ves volar en el cielo, las grandes parvadas te ascienden.  Y cuando las escuchaba, se veía por el labio a la palabra, y en que duendes, tepozanes y grillas de menta, mientras oía leyendas por los caminos; ¿dónde sirven té verde y florecida sombra?, para otras partes del cuerpo.  Por qué no he de poder los pulmones, el hígado y desnudarme los pies en una casa por no decir en que todos los días es mala para los oídos, en un año se desviste su estatura melancólica. Esta civilización que tiene una televisión de mierda y en que la costa azul de un relicario del tráfico de humanos, guarda él retrató de un vecino de mayo. No, no puedo soportar el ruido que se ha ido, y me voy, sin embargo, en el bolsillo no puedo desnudarme con los pies, en esta bolsa guardo un libro de poemas, que se cura en la cava de la casa de mi madre, mientras me pongo la bufanda, quien me exige no poner sobre la mesa el corazón despedazado. Pero puedo abrirme como una flor, con un frote de manos, una mirada del sol y saltar desde los ojos de las pléyades para verme, sin dejar de sospechar que las alas son abiertas al sol.  ➖ ➖ ➖ ▪️ ➖ ➖ ➖ Martes 7, Junio 2022 Autor: #RodrigoGranda©️ Técnica: #voztranscrita durante el primer café por la mañana Foto: Colección personal #writer #writers #writings #writing  #writersofig #writersofiapak #pakwriters  #poetofinstagram #poetsofinstagram  #instagram #instaquote #instawrite  #pakpoet #wordsgram #instapoet #littleconversations #quotes #sayings https://www.instagram.com/p/CegVZDmuTk-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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jackcalavera · 1 year
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miczoo · 2 years
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Esa sabke saath nahi hota! Bas jo dusron ke baare me esa sochta hai use yeh baat sahi lagegi, aapko kya lagta hai? #poetsofinstagram #miczoo #poetrylovers #community #communityofpoets #hindiquotes #hindipoetry #naiwalihindi #shayari #instapoet #poetofinstagram @instagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CdTaJg4DN5C/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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