#Poets of Instagram

[antepaths]

[how long until you leave me here, telling yourself it is a favour? how long until my bones lay bare, scorched, powdered on the pavement?] - d.lg

poetry ig here

[theartoffresco]

[writtenbyaloner]

In order to keep old wounds at bay, I must try to forget what has transpired in the past. But then, in order not to stumble again, I must remember it.

– Abdulsamad S. M.

[macieles]

how kind of my mother to pass on to me all of her birthmarks: the one on her right hip, the other inside her right thigh. the shape of her smile, the depth of her sadness. the lack of self worth enough to last us generations. the love for the women who came before and whoever comes next; who bear the same mark on their right hip and the spot inside their right thigh. the same downward tilt of the lips  and the awarness of their own faults that verges on false fabrications of the mind. i long for my mother's peace. i wish that by passing them down she could be rid of them. i'd bear the entire burden on my own if it meant she got to exhale for the first time in her life.

e.m. inheritance.

[writerinthedarksworld]

I have so much rage in my veins, but what is the worst a poet like me can do?

Kill people with Love?

~L 🥀

[abrighterspark]

i want to be your dirty secret

the whisper in your ear

that tells you she's not right for you

and that i'm over here

[nilsgonenuclear]

You’re Not Here

Every day I wake up to

Adds scar tissue to the wound,

The pain never quite dwindles -

If it does, I’m a fool and I can’t feel it.

More often than not, I consider

Screaming at the sky,

Desperate for an explanation,

Why you ran out of time.

Through the circular motions I go,

It makes up for all that I don’t know,

It ticks the clock where my actions don’t,

Amidst spring, I wonder where the sun had gone.

And how can this world not shift and change

Now that you came about and graced its paths?

Where my optimism masquerades,

My anger had molten

And my worst nightmare becomes if you went forgotten.

Because I remember the ping of my phone -

How it echoed through the room,

Filled it with love

Because the most important people matter

Once they’re no longer around to make you smile:

I hate every day that I took you for granted.

I remember the chasm opening up in my lungs

As I typed and typed,

Tried to make them see what I have,

How you should’ve never gone like this,

How it was too early for you to leave,

How with you,

The forgiving part of me died, too.

It’s achingly unfair,

There’s no grandiose lessons to learn.

Here I sit and stare

Willing you back onto the doorstep of my home.

If a God exists somewhere,

Can they tell me why did it have to be you?

Could I have done anything

To change how the story ends?

Stay one step ahead,

Say everything I wanted to say

Before fate snatched you away,

That afternoon in February,

I shrunk back into the child you knew me as,

I cursed and begged

Every single thing I did was in vain

Because you’re not here today

And every day without you is a sliver of hell.

-- T.L.

[presselle]

again, until you tire of me | 02272023

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[reinhardtpoetry]

"Mostly Mr. Hyde" is about my depression and anger management issues, which sometimes cause me to emotionally lash out at my loved ones. I recently started therapy so I can learn better ways to cope. I'm trying to be less negative and more in control. However, I also know that I should give myself credit for the good I do each day - and you should too.

[poetryofmac]

“Unafraid of Death” Poem by Mac

The section including “Once again,” references that

I’ve spoken about death & what’s next

many times in poems prior. ☠️

[sunflorall]

When the world doesn’t give me a place, i know who i’m going to return to.

When my life is filled with darkness, you are the only light i see in it.

When it’s hard to cope up with myself, i know there’s someone who would never find it hard to be with me.

Through every stage of suffering and pain, you’re the only pleasure i seek.

During my tough and boring days, you bring me the most excitement.

You calm me and excite me simultaneously. You, my dearest piece of heart, bring me both pain and pleasure. You make my life dark yet you are the only light of my life. That, i think, is love.

- Sanawar Fatima Saeed

[dead-society-poet]

Thorn to your Rose

[theartoffresco]

[ezrarubin]

If I say yes,

the history repeats itself,

future nothing but a twin of the past.

If I say no,

you’ll dig into my skin,

but this time I won’t give in.

- a part from Cocoon Craving, Ezra Rubin

[macieles]

someone loved me once. e.m.

[writerinthedarksworld]

"I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine."

~Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice