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oyeevarnika · 3 months

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when sylvia plath said “i need a father, i need a mother, i need some older, wiser being to cry to. i talk to God but the sky is empty”

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poetdreamerfool · 1 year

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2023 - 4 - one

something in me changes at night. perhaps it knows for certain that all the best adventures happen after bed time. it feels like you opened time like a zipper-- where everything sucks but all is well. all is well. one step and slide: the swollen knee boogie; still I glide over the carpet like its water; the red light of the alarm clock blinks out into the void like a light house-- I crash upon my bed like waves upon rocks-- I hold my pillow up to my ear and I hear african poems, drums of war; made up stories under neon lights laughter, car doors shutting, and crying in the dark. crying sounds different in the dark all alone-- it feels more true. crying feels more real when it's a secret.

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jrambles · 2 years

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I wonder, sometimes, what it’d feel like, to look down in the shower without flinching.

-my poem

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idyllicsam · 2 years

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#poets corner #poems #poem #original poem #literature #literary #shakespeare #virginia woolf #poetsofinstagram #poets on tumblr #poetsglobe #poetscommunity #poetry #spilled poem #short poem #poemsociety

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junflower123 · 2 years

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Good Grades

I thought you were smart And academically, you’re brilliant!

But, you fail the test of life Well, at least, we couldn’t pass the test of life The test of time But hey, at least you have your good grades!

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scribblesonbrokenglass · 2 years

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At the Belarusian Border

trenches and shelters,

picnic tables and trails,

tailbacks at the crossing,

truck drivers covered in sweat

broken supply chains,

unspoken languages,

potholes in the road,

anxiety in the soil

road to Hrodna,

view through the valley,

where I would never be free

to write this

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makemepoetry · 2 years

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we go to stores that smell like wax crayons and it's really difficult to choose your favourite childhood memory when you are still kids that walk hand in hand, and then there's the song! the song we once made ours, the words we know as well as we know each other, it really sounds like a rom-com now

and i tune in to the tales

and your lips move, but i don't think i am listening to you, right now, i am only hearing the voice that sits like coal in my body and has me burning all over,

that lacquered, smooth voice that's music to my ears, but your voice gets softer and softer with every word and it feels like we are sharing a secret while we are still in a crowd

and i tune in to the tales

i run through my cupboards to bring some order in my day, and there i find nostalgia waiting for me, pictures of you and me, when knowing each other's beloved scoops and giving each other heart shaped cards was second nature

and i tune in to the tales as one does at such a time,

tales that have bitter endings, but memories of mirth.

~shaksi. //tales//

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papcai · 1 year

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Random words of wisdom

You feel like it’s your responsibility

to fix everything

to keep the peace,

to carry on,

to be okay all the time,

to be someone other people can lean on.

YOU ARE IMPORTANT TOO.

#poetsglobe

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agirlgoingcrazyinherbedroom · 2 years

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I've always been like this

When I was little and I disliked to brush my teeth I just didn’t and when I hated learning something I stared at the classroom wall in a symbolic protest thinking it would make the whole school not exist any more And when I decided I hated silence I talked so much that I filled my lungs with thoughts before I did my mind And when people crowded me I flung their presence away with total dis regard for the benefits of being liked that far exceed my age My little respect for authority glared off of me like a warning sign and I didn’t care I would walk for hours in circles just because I didn’t want the normalcy of stillness And wait until other people cleaned up my messes because I could live in filth for way longer than anyone Id known could And everyone around me admired this even in their annoyance for not being compliant and it taught me that this was a good thing But in life you have to do things you hate And hating every mundane thing that is a part of living is hating life itself And being so headstrong that you want to die isn’t as adorable as it use to be

-Adreanna

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artbyvalli · 2 years

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Silent elapse - Valli

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n-i-ran · 2 years

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The state of mind where even watching a couple arguing by your side feels like love lapping at your feet and you are a quarter of an inch away from smiling like a fool because you can actually predict what exactly the aftermath is going to be like.

I absolutely hate to admit that I'm at this moment, quarter of an inch away from smiling like a fool too.

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oyeevarnika · 2 years

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आ कि तुझ बिन इस तरह ऐ दोस्त घबराता हूँ मैं

जैसे हर शय में किसी शय की कमी पाता हूँ मैं

तेरी सूरत का जो आईना उसे पाता हूँ मैं

अपने दिल पर आप क्या क्या नाज़ फ़रमाता हूँ मैं

एक दिल है और तूफ़ान-ए-हवादिस ऐ 'जिगर'

एक शीशा है कि हर पत्थर से टकराता हूँ मैं

~जिगर मुरादाबादी

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poetdreamerfool · 1 year

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Werewolf

I have this superpower where when there's a full moon I transform into dust with fur and muscles that cares about everything but itself.

they call it a curse for some reason. Like howling at a gift of light in a land of darkness is not the correct course of action. peculiar? I think not. Like there's something wrong with bestial passion-- that smiling with fangs in your mouth is considered rude or perhaps even downright rotten.

they shoot us with silver because, you know, regular bullets won't do.

at least I get to die rich-- no silver in my pocket but how many people can say they have fragments of silver in their heart?

how many people can say I howled at the light and it didn't shine any brighter but, shit, so what?

who says we're only howling at the light? maybe we're howling at the darkness thanking it for being the mirror for the light to bounce off of.

or maybe we're howling to ourselves confirming that we are infact awake and not dreaming-- that something as beautfiful as light can exist and that something as poignant as darkness can be its requisite.

I guess men can be animals but animals can't be men.

ahem, howl.

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aarmaiah · 2 years

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#young poets #writers and poets #poetry #poetsglobe #mental health #poetrycommunity #poetrycosmos #poems #spilled poems

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scorpiousstuff · 2 years

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Home, I stare

at my empty bed.

Those sheets, that shore.

Imagine a bed

that becomes a sculpture of every night you spend alone, lying

blanketed in the heavy wool itch of loneliness.

A bed veined

with your sighs, stained by the heat of your single body.

One's mattress, stripped bare, is not meant to reveal such intimacies.

It should be clean like bone: function betrayed by form, nothing else. No hint of how I curl to the left,

leaving space on the right.

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scraps-by-mack · 2 years

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I think I guess all I’d really say

If I ever saw you again

Is that I hope you’re doing okay

Like genuinely

I had scraps of other words recorded waiting

For this day

But seeing you so out of the blue

My entire mind went astray

Like I was seeing the universe for the first time again

And everything in the world melted away

Except you

Because you always remain constant

And certain

Even when you’re gone

In my head you’re visage is still strong

And I would tell you that I’m sorry

For all the things I said to you

I was in a dark place, it didn’t occur to me

That you were too

But you made me feel more alive

Than I ever dare wished to

And I guess I’d want to say something cheesy

Like I missed you

But I’d see you there

With your golden hair

And you know I wouldn’t dream to -

To bridge that gap that you closed

So many moons ago now

It’s funny how you still manage

To flood my heart with meaning

The memory of you so powerful and bright

Even though you,

The real you, was so cold and so unfeeling

So I think I guess all I’d really say

If I saw you again

Standing there in front of me

Is that I hope you’re doing okay

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