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ashaseth · 9 months

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micropoetry#90

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hathaway-hayes · 9 months

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Strings sing of blunder. I wished you were there a cold, Cold night, years prior.

H.H. (2014)

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carriejonesbooks · 1 year

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Messages From Ghosts

Hi! This year (2022), I’ve decided to share a poem on my blog and podcast and read it aloud. It’s all a part of my quest to be brave and apparently the things that I’m scared about still include: My spoken voiceMy raw poems. Thanks for being here with me and cheering me on, and I hope that you can become braver this year, too! Hey, thanks for listening to Carrie Does Poems. The music you hear…

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disguisedfeelings · 8 months

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“Because when a writer gives you a gift as precious as their work, they give you their trust, their control, their heart put to paper.”

Lancali, I Fell In Love With Hope

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gargiyadav · 28 days

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What do I do with my grief?

I know not how to handle my grief.

Where to put it, how to tame its insurmountable spirit.

How to sing it lullabies for my voice always crackles up.

How to call out its name without fearing the worst.

What to say to it when it comes running to me like a child.

What to whisper in its ears so as to soothe its wild nerves.

I know I can very well discard it, get rid of it forever, but if that would have been possible, i would not be writing this poem today titled, "what do I do with my grief"

I know not how it's so capable of being so alive when I, the harbourer, has died so many times.

Isn't this grief that I carry in my belly, my child?

If that's the case, it should have died long time ago.

But here it is, chuckling and stretching its limbs, looking at me with its endearing eyes, waiting to be picked up with utmost affection.

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deadlypoetacademia · 7 months

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Some days i question my sanity, some days i question my insanity

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invisiblepoetsstuff · 3 months

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I’m used to abrupt love. Love that consumes you from the very first touch. Love that makes you question everything about yourself, and them. And how you could change yourself to make them love you more.

But, the more I think about it. The clearer it becomes that what I have experienced isn’t love. It’s careless, it’s hard work. It’s time consuming. It creates anxiety and fear, a dependency for their continued acceptance. An urgency for their attention. Like a starving child who cannot communicate they need food.

This is different. This is slow. There is no urgency or pressure. I can exist and know whole heartedly he wants to exist with me, in whatever reality we choose. I can breathe and he will listen and still think I’m beautiful. I don’t have to change any part of myself to make him love me, because he chooses me just as I am. And I am enough.

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moon-stone1-1 · 1 month

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crucify lily-white

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delusionalheart · 1 month

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kafka was right when he wrote "books are a narcotic."

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snehaunveils · 1 month

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#sad quotes #writers and poets #poignant #tragic #autumn #sad thoughts #art #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #short quotes #quotes #original #lit #words #writerscommunity #wordpress

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originalferal · 9 months

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I think I will always wonder if I could have saved you.

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ashaseth · 1 year

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poem166: nobody but you...

one warm April evening the sun went down early the seas swept away the castles built for dreams to live in the waves returned, hurried and eager in the wet sands they dug deeper as if something precious was lost but they returned without their castles to peek into without those walls to protect life was like that one day, you had everything and by the evefall, everyone had left the…

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hathaway-hayes · 9 months

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The open seeks - aggression.

The closed, a beckoning, A reckoning, An oncoming irritation.

And the other, only silence, a quiet -

Of the deepest venom I’d taste, The sort that so painfully soaks, The bitter cold that ends us slowly.

And literally, with

Not one movement at all. – H.H. (2023)

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adrn89 · 5 months

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In your life, if I'm not a blessing, most likely I'll be a lesson. But regardless, it's still a win-win situation.

My Heart & Mind

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raks777 · 18 days

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Cease Worrying, Lord has got your future in His hands

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gargiyadav · 15 days

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Isn't it nice to have nothing and still have a heart that's sprouting lillies and marigolds from all its corners?

As if all the rain of the world is set to fall upon it and make every inch of my little heart flourish and prosper.

What greater blessing can there be, if one's heart is a garden full of life, even if the outside world is a perfect apocalyptic mess, always ready to make you fall down on your knees, like a helpless victim of war.

©gargi

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