#daily poetry

[poetrybyonur]

Sultry words stimulate the mind while expert techniques stimulate the body. But if you want a woman to really open up her desires, she needs trust. Trust stimulates her soul. Earn it, and the rest will flow naturally.

[jckpoetry]

IG&FB: @jckpoetry

My first book “Mysterious are these Muses:Poems Written in a Dark Room” is available on Amazon as a Kindle e-book or paperback 🦋

[aslisjournal]

— If you ever wonder why our conversations are short, I simply do not have the capacity

[soulinkpoetry]

I don't want you to love me, I just want you to feel me and, if when you feel me, I evoke fabulous emotions that make you believe you are in love, write... fly... dance... and sing. But, do it far away from me and my name, because I, in the end, will be nothing. -Esu Emmanuel

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[corners-of-the-skies]

I gaze at stars in summer night skies

At drawings of planets on brick classroom walls

They’ve been here so much longer than I

My life is a flicker, a blink of their eye.

I bask in cosmic insignificance on Thursday afternoons

Blood from cores of dying stars

Paints the water blue

Do you love me too?

When I stare at you,

Are you staring too?

Do the Gods of the sky

Ever turn their eye

To one so small in stature?

How could I hope for love to be cast

From the heart of a being as great and as vast

While I’m still unloved by my fellow man?

While on earth I’m a spark? A grain in the sand?

I wish I could be loved enough

To know such a love from a star

Caelum warm my frozen limbs

Antares kiss all my scars

But I sit here alone

In my tub of dying stars

I long for you peacefully

Love from afar

-Astronomer. (31.12.23)

[moonlights-tears]

If you are feeling hallow

Just go ahead and swallow

Let me fill that dirty need

With this all purpose seed

Spilling from those lips

Take me with slow sips

[i-indigo]

I could never be like you:

That's a relief

And a punishment.

The Face of God

[valmare]

just wrote a two page poem about frickin' val kilmer someone send HELP

[maroonmacarons]

howl and sophie as e. e. cummings’ poem

[scribblesonscrappaper]

i dont believe in fate

but i believe in you

i believe in us

and i hope thats enough

[poetrybyonur]

Being touched by a soul leaves permanent marks.

This is a caption from an older piece.

[aslisjournal]

Asli Hersi , "Would that suffice me then?"

[writingonmydesk]

i feel like im so close

like im only 10 steps away

but i dont know which way to walk

I feel like a compass surrounded by magnets

endlessly spinning

never finding the right direction

I feel like a ship in a storm

so bound to wreck

but theres enough of a chance to hope

I felt like i knew where i was going

and then i hit a fork in the road

[corners-of-the-skies]

When I tried to overdose

I texted you first

You didn’t respond

I knew you wouldn’t

You never do.

I overdosed on Focalin.

Something that I had been

Trying to avoid

For such a long time

You prescribe me your love

Like my doctor prescribes Focalin

Once a day

For five days a week

I used to text you each night

Before I went to sleep

We used to be that couple

That no one liked to see

But now I get you once a day

Five days a week

Told myself I’d never cry

Much less over a boy

But I love you too much

To be left on read

You prescribe your love like Focalin

I wish I could hold it

Like I held that bottle of pills

Before I tried that horrible sin

I wish I could take

All the attention

That you don’t give me

And put it in a bottle, too

I wish I could throw it back

All at once

And feel loved until I die

I could overdose on you

-Overdose. (12.11.23)

[a-minus-content]

Morningpages, 12/27/23, SO THE BLUNT CUTS AS THE BLADE FLIES

[adgridley]

Cake

Tempting, tantalising

Cream across your face

This guilt-inducing hedonism?

Good, old chocolate cake