#deep poems

[thoughts-streaming-out]

Another one from my book " Butterflies and Peppermint" 💜

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

Don't mind the weeping child

or the broken glass on the floor

there were hardships around that door.

All the way in the cavity of despair

where the heartbeats don't go there,

they used to whisper words of wonder

the child used to smile from ear to ear

Happiness was always around back then

and Wonder was like a close friend,

like the Sun that never disappoint

and the shining Light that always had a point.

Though wonders, like good times, has to come to an end

And doors closed, making room for others like them,

an inevitable end with pieces to bear

with memories that can only be shared

So, don't mind the weeping child

Or the closed door, behind them.

[bibliophilliqueee]

Don't Let Them Know

dont express, dont show, dont ever let them know, how easy you love. a lil gesture or the way someone laughs, when they break off a chocolate and offer you the half.

dont express, dont show, dont ever let them know, how easy you cry. A comment, a remark or artless ignorance, Even a little bit of deliberate indifference.

dont express, dont show, dont ever let them know, How easy you forgive. A sorry, a joke or a tight hug, Handmade coffee in a big mug.

dont express, dont show, dont ever let them know.

[hyouka-m]

I love you with a love that is more than love,

With feelings that can’t be contained inside one heart,

The feelings that stretch out to the sky and well above.

I love you with a love that’s more than love,

my promises of treasuring you tying tighter knots everyday

These endless confessions and romantic tidings I deliver to you all day,

Yet, somehow it feels like not enough.

I love you with a love that’s more than love,

The inexplicable way you make me feel and unravel my heart,

It’s only you with your magic

cause the way you make me smile, no one else does.

-𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚔𝚊-𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛//

[awholelottabi]

I miss you,

And not in a “it’s one in the morning, I’m so lonely, looking through old pictures” kind of way.

I miss you,

In a “my friends are all laughing, and so am I, but somehow you still haven’t left my mind” kind of way.

I miss you,

And not in a “someone asked me how you were today and I realised I didn’t know the answer” kind of way.

I miss you,

In a “nobody has brought you up in months, but I still tell stories about you” kind of way.

I miss you,

And not in a “it’s Valentine’s Day and I’m alone” kind of way.

I miss you,

In a “you did well on a test and I want to be the first person you tell” kind of way.

I miss you. I don’t miss the idea of you. I miss you.

[andromeda-aesthetics]

“For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.

Crumble.

This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.”

-n.t. ✨💥✨

[introvertedx10]

Is this sign threatening me?

[fluffyydumplings]

Lost Stars

I close my eyes at night

And think of the world and its people in a different light

Because if you rack your brains hard enough

We’re all just stars dotted onto a canvas called the sky

Some twinkling like tourmaline

And others blended into the abyss

Some in the west

And some in the east

Some in the north

Some in the south

And some in the in-betweens of it all

Then I look at myself

Questioning where I stand in this canvas filled with stars

The answer comes to me in the form of not a sparkle or a darkle

But a tiny glimmer of light

For I am a star that simply wanders from corner to corner

Offering my light to the other stars that I come across

I was never the brightest

Yet as my shadow darkens with the light that I lose

With it I have gained more than I ever could

For even as I fade into the backdrop of a scene

At least one or a hundred little stars are shining brighter than they did before

[rosebrik]

There is a special intimacy

When one speaks and is understood

Comprehend me

Listen to me my love

༄ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐤

[euesworld]

"Her warm, tender soul is a library that I could eternally get lost within.. a poet's dream it would seem every time that she grins. The halls of her gentle heart are lined with gorgeous art, there sparkling in her eyes are twinkling stars. She is a library that I could safely place my soul, until the grave takes me cold.. the words that she speaks like a library of thoughts, she's on my mind all the time cause she's so fiery hot. If I could live in her smile, that's where you would find me alive with all the time that I got.. she is a library of books and poetry, a long corridor of knowledge that I know it to be. I find myself mesmerized by her eyes, the way they shine like sunshine.. I'm enthralled by her smile, the way it lights up the sky like a sunrise. She's an enigma, this much is true.. deep and vast as an ocean blue with a spritz of rainbow throwing shades of colors in every hue. She is beautiful to me every time that she touches me, an ever quest of blessings that bless me with her presence like a birthday present.. a library, a sweet sweet library where I find solace in my time of need."

If you like a good book, you will love her.. cause she's the grandest adventure, the sweetest lover - eUë

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

I am lost

For now and forever

Picking up pieces of me I don't even know

She has left me some time ago

The girl, the child, she is gone

And I am left.

Tears is the only friend

Dried up with nothing left

Words is the only defence

But I am lost

And there was no one in the end

It's my turn now,

just take the last breath

And leave. Just like she

Then it would finally be,

The end.

[frenchnewwaves]

Song by Allen Ginsberg

[words-i-cant-say]

i’m in this weird phase of my life where i’m not really happy but not sad eighter i’m just living in confusion of what the fuck i actually feel.

[hyouka-m]

You are my muse,

who reminds me of sunset views

And ocean blues

You

My sole addiction.

You are the dream I wish to pursue

The only one I can’t refuse,

You

My sole obsession.

You are the one I didn’t choose

My fate, who I never want to lose

the place where hope and magic infuse

You

My sole exception.

[shadoetry]

Love is not everything

we are too used to tolerance so

we dilute ourselves without realizing as

we accommodate but call it compromise

we endure feeling misunderstood and

we accept sufferance towards our passion

we congratulate ourselves on their loyalty

we wonder our luck to have their respect

we mistake agreement for compatibility

we stay for potential yet uncovered

we trust intention disregarding reality

we value familiar comfort over growth

we settle for love

and fool ourselves that this is everything

- shadoetry

[a-really-hot-caterpillar]

I have changed. For when I looked at him in the setting sun, I knew I could never be the same again. His skin the color of almonds － as though nature has engulfed him in her warm glory and brought him back with all the flush and juvenescence of a fresh fruit － glowed in the saffron light as if flares of the stars that had once buried themselves deep in his soul were seeping out of his pores. In his hands, a ring glinted gold every once in a while. It looked unnatural next to him. He was a figure to be painted on ancient walls and the muse any painter could only ever wish for. Mortal adornments did not look right on his body. Then he laughed carelessly as ever at my stupid one liners as though I never wished to tear the sun out of the sky just so I could bask solely in his radiance until the end of time. He was the sun, and I was soaring towards him with the desire and certainty of a fool.