#Poetswhisper

[env0writes]

A Gust of Words Vol. 4, 8.12.24 “What Room Could Be Made?"

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My feelings too big Too cute to date I am not a fruit that will spoil Not white silk to be stained How small would you make me?

What could you make of me That I cannot myself Humble me to one knee And make of me what I cannot

Bind me with a ring So that in servitude I obey Take me as too much Overflow with my joviality

Let me spill from your lips My love and my sorrow Hang like sweet summer honey Hardening sap come the autumn Will you love me for my winters?

Will I fit within your life?

[env0]

Spilled Inktober, 10.9.23 “Repetitive Bookworming"

How wise these gentle shepherds of souls must be To gnaw such scholars to the core Greater than any Alexandria, if we could usurp the almighty What knowledge to use to wage this holy war Oh, messengers of the departed, dearly pass on Knowledge and spirits as well Look into the light, so that the cycle moves onward, time is gone As our the books, empty bindings on the shelf, like hell Again, the words are missing, where did they go? Father, mother, gone to the flame Knowledge pursuit in desperate flow Consume each line, lettered, fettered with blame Another book, another tome, another hallway wings will roam Flitter, flit, and flick each page Such records read, soon consumed, and laid in loam Oh, the flame should fill all with rage Red and bright, oh, burning light Where gentle souls seek out to chase Pass on, you weary readers, into the night Sleep, oh, dream, of distant lands and lives to soon embrace

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[ginadope]

for l and for m

Our sea is becoming gentle Saw its place in my veins

Ask the four trees They remember their stories We met before I had touched this ground

Your buried thoughts - my pen name Pass by my dreams King of all flowers Hand me my insecurities Let's watch them wither May the mystery of sunshine Visit soon

[origami-houses]

When I start crying

I often find

that I just can't stop,

and I begin to wonder

if anyone has ever drowned

in their bedroom before.

- G.L. Angelone

[dolores-hazy]

Wanting only what you can't have

That which evades your grasp

Hungry for fruit on the tree

Farthest from reach

Breaking a sweat, finding footing

Unsteady, off-putting

Obstacles to get around

Chance of crashing to the ground

Inching closer, almost there...

Gotcha! Now where to?...

Nowhere left to go

But

d

o

w

n

Fait accompli

Somewhere else to be...

Untouched fruit, new tree

[yesimmortalspiritblog]

Poem also in caption. I always been aware of many people having a connection to trees. I have never given trees that kind of attention untilI recently. The trees around me captured my attention when they bombarded my patio and front door area with the shed of leaves, seeds, acorns, sap and pinecones. At first, I got frustrated, but then peace fell upon me and the idea to get to know them came to mind. So, I been spending months acqainting myself with them, telepathically and lovingly speaking to them. Lo and behold, on a recent morning as I visit with them, I heard their sad whisper, which inspired this short piece. Enjoy🕊🙏💞💞💞🕊 ~Trees~ This April season, I am surrounded by trees. I slip into silence and listen to their leaves rustle in the breeze. They shed seeds replenishing world needs. My soul leaps of joy as I listen to their majestic whispers. They hold a great future for generations to come if we would surrcomb to the soft cries of their pleas to no longer destroy the growth of peace. To stop and listen to their wisdom ends the war against them. They are a majestic form of life we can learn from when we bring to an end the effect of destruction. 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 . . . . . . . #trees #peacefulformoflife #listentotheircries #listentotheirpleas #listentotheirvoices #listentotheirwhispers #listentopeace #peaceonearth🌎 #stopdestructionofnature #stopdestruction #stopitalready #apoetsheart #apoetsvision #poetswisdom #poetswhisper #poeticallyspeeking #poetssoul #poetryofheart❤ #poetry (at Trees) https://www.instagram.com/p/COf-l-XFeDL/?igshid=mub4kw94zcmo

[savedinmydrafts]

STARDUST AND DEAD LOVE

i saw constellations in your eyes

and with you

i didn’t see a whole new life

i saw another galaxy

i saw a future like the sky

every opportunity

with you i saw a family

and maybe i just fantasized

the way your eyes

had this way

of defying gravity

and i’d forget

that shooting stars were once alive

but like us they’re just a tragedy

// Ophydia

—

[prasannawrites]

routine love. written for @writeblrcafe‘s prompt: "There was a certain comfort to be found in predictability”. Text ID under cut.

My day starts at 5 am, an hour before your alarm clock blares,

stirring you from whatever soft dreamland you found yourself in—

by the time I’m showered, dressed, and awake, it’s 5:25 am.

I fix you breakfast first, your favourite, muesli with fruit.

It’s been soaking in milk overnight in the refrigerator, just how

you like it—I slice up a banana, quarter strawberries, and grab

a handful of blueberries and do my best to aesthetically plate them,

and top it off with a drizzle of honey. The clock reads 5:32 am.

You like starting off your day with a heaping dose of good news,

I scour the internet for any article—I come across an article about

how solar energy generated one terawatt of energy (a milestone),

another article about how one community in Hawaii got together

to shred cardboard together to recycle, and prevent it from going to

landfill. I settle on the article about a group of California elementary

students launching a helpline, offering advice, kind words, pep talks

from kindergarteners, and the ability to hear kids laughing with delight.

I send the article to your phone. The clock reads 5:40 am.

At 5:52 am, I’ll start on your coffee—you like it warm, brewed for

four and a half minutes, with a touch of almond milk. In the mean

time, I read poetry, screenshotting the poems I know you’d love.

At 6:01 am, I’m  on your side of the bed, bartering your sleepy kisses

for a warm cup of coffee—it’s for this precise moment I awake an hour

earlier than I need to. How sweet it is, our love perfected to the point of

a morning routine.

[4sss]

If you needed space, I would leave you the moon. Steal some stars to sit among. See as they shine for you.

[imperiallefty]

heart&bones

shelter my heart and its precious bones.

bird-like in fragility and song.

sing to me in bitter winter notes.

float on the wind and flutter slowly.

shelter my heart and its precious bones.

[mortalghost]

May I spill the wine that crosses your lips as midnight kisses tantalize my everything? Sleepless nights give way to memories of dawns, as liquor fuels my need and my distractions. I have become aware of the disillusion of my mind's distortions while sands of time strike away at the falling stars, leaving nothing but memories to these starless skies. I remember all of the promises we made when we began this dance and led our future by the hands as epic moments opened up their arms wide to let us in. You have my heart, my soul, my being, though tears may flow, the love between grows, as space opens and welcomes us to the precipice where there is no choice but to fall deeper into me and you.

-H. Murcia 11:28 AM 2/18/2022

[env0writes]

Umber Embers Vol.3, 9.6.24 “Time is Brief”

I cannot make-up For time lost It has been Misplaced It is not within My power To replace such a thing I can fill The following Moments With as many possible words as i can to show how much you mean It may only Be brief Honesty is tiresome To be vulnerable With a little help I am to believe We can always improve

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[ginadope]

unreasonable

We could meet right at my door The keys glow inside But the not very nameless mind And the knife I found where longing dwells They have no patience Stand firmly on this ground I understand, I see Return to the twisted waltz The unknown good The familiar evil The rhythm of missteps

[postcardstohell]

SO HERE’S THE THING

the pages flew back to me

(back in time) and they scream—

they feel so sticky

sweet,

crumbled up in a shotgun shell that someone painted pink

[[[[[[[ i’m writing for my memory ]]]]]]]

they tell me of spiced holiday candle wax, and remind me of a lingerie store that smells like swarovski crystals, and the idea of incense that’ll never leave the packageee.

IDK about YOU

but TO ME

that sounds like duplicity and a hint of ✨black magic✨

looks like someone turned the light out and forgot to clean the static

~forgot to clear the damage

// Ophydia

[creedatelier]

#atelierchallenge

2022 #1

Prompt: Russian dolls and stories they tell.

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[savedinmydrafts]

I see stars in shades of blue

they flicker red

and change their hue

I look in eyes that fall in love

and when they look back

mine flicker too

// Ophydia

02.22.27