#wordpress poets

[nightmareevara]

"What kind of music you listen to?" Voices in my head bestie

[ana--writes]

How many doors I have to exit before I finally leave?

[positiveconnector]

Just start.

[deadlypoetacademia]

I don't know about soulmates but I just wish everyone had that one person in their lives in front of whom they can be vulnerable. In front of whom, they never have to fake their emotions, they never have to think before speaking, never have that fear of being judged. Just to yap about random things, to have that comfortable silence with, I wish everyone had someone and no one feels alone.

[http-tempted]

“How does it feel to be self aware yet delusional?”

Like I have the heart of a poet

[originalferal]

no one ever told me i would spend so many nights forgiving people who didn't even apologize.

[crowded-empty-places]

it hardly matters now whether spring has blossomed the rose or the pages are verse or prose

it hardly matters now whether winter will bring the floods or your blood will boil with aedes

it hardly matters now whether summer will spawn the fires or their teeth will meet the pliers

it hardly matters now whether autumn will be golden leafed or the rosary will miss a bead

it hardly matters now that the seasons succeed each other that your hands will reach another that the kiss got lost in the mist and the grain never grown to grist

it hardly matters now that we were once more than nothing but forever less than something

it hardly matters now

[disguisedfeelings]

“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

[deadly-danaid]

"The words you never speak become the whispers that pervade your mind."

Moka Lynn, Let it out

[blurredcoffeeforme]

ᴵ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃʳʳᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵃˢᵗ

ᵃ ˢᵗʳⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ

[nightmareevara]

That urge to turn your giggles into moans

[ana--writes]

I say I don't care but nobody cares more than I do..

[slwasabila]

I still remember everything, your favorite color, your favorite songs, your dreams, your deepest secret, the way you hated goodbyes—but we still said goodbye, didn’t we?

[bbingustheoctopus]

The sight of her inspired me to write about her beauty and everything that encompasses her presence. I realized that I couldn't capture all of her essence in just a few words. What better way to express how I feel than through poetry that she will never see? Poetry that calms me, clears my mind, and helps me fall asleep. As I took my pen to jot down my thoughts, it suddenly struck me: I’m not writing poetry ABOUT her. Instead, SHE has and will always be my poem.

[originalferal]

Tonight, like many nights, I am lonely and forcing myself not to think of you.

[crowded-empty-places]

i dreamt of you again your absence always present as if a blanket on my shoulders that makes me transparent

and i mix with this absence i dissolve in it i become part of it and it a part of me