#femalepoet

[abitbrokenpoetry]

there will be disappointments. That’s the nature of life. There will be cruelty. And days the darkness will feel like it’s suffocating you. There will be relationships lost, lovers, friends. And there will be loneliness. And nights when it feels like the world ends. but there will also be mornings. moments that make your eyes shimmer with tears of hope. And there will be those that stay(maybe forever). There will be tiny droplets of light to find even on the darkest of days(if you look for it). And every night the world ends, you can open your eyes and make a new one the next morning (if you want to).

[lettersyoullneversee]

Loved you

I loved you because things seemed simple You had less time to worry about the small things And you was able to enjoy all your hobbies A trip to shop was just for milk For me it was an entire family’s worth of meals My hobbies where on hold which I knew would be the case till I turned 40 You had already turned 40 And 50 You lied about your age and hid your birthday You didn’t enjoy…

[olivepoet]

[plaguem0th]

Missing things that were never yours

Its weird you miss the things you never had.

Like a mother to snuggle with, and love you.

Or a friend, to go shopping with, 

or braid your hair, and share the deepest depths of your soul. 

But while missing these things

Ive grown to notice that these things 

were never promised

even if you did somehow find them

Its the potential thats theres,

that makes you grow with longing.

[silentshyla]

breathe carefully. you have the ability to spit fire. burn down everything around. you might not be phased by the flames. but be careful not to inhale the smoke. #poetry #poems #femalepoet #fire #smoke #you (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpEhd-Ujod6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[storysentiment]

A dove has lost it’s beak

Crushed feathers are all to see

The dove was never shy to speak

But feathers rest silently

What’s beneath no one knows

Nobody touch, nobody go

Let the dove be alone

Crushed and gone

[hitachibaylouisher]

EROTICISM

I keep finding myself having sexual fantasies about dangerous men. I'm not afraid of them, but that's supposed to be scary to me. I yet to be touched by a woman you see. Seven years since sex has happened and that's where I want to be. It's my choice, but I want to dive in sea. I want them to bend my back and harness me. I'm a dominant, but not opposed to saying Yes Daddy.

- HITACHI BAYLOU

 *Google: Hitachi Baylou

[informed-brainrot]

Made a Poet Out of Me

Poetry was never my forte but you made a poet out of me, Your hair went from dark, to soft as the nightly wind, Your smile went from cute, to bright as the midday sun, Your laugh became the soundtrack to my work.

I could make a brief hello to eight stanza worth, To different genres that transcends the ordinary, A writing as macabre as Poe, as mystical as Carroll, Powerful as Angelou, and a Shakespeare like honour.

You hold the key, to my masterpiece, To the world I build, for the world I cherish, My ultimate reason, my most used conjunction, A piece of you found in every piece of me.

[phoenixoutofhell]

first time actually finishing in april \o/

[graspofanunprecedentedreality]

It Is Impossible to Speed Up Philosophical Realisations

My novel is supposed to be sent to a novella contest in August. I have about a month left to increase 3000 words to 20,000 words. The reason for this is because while I have most of the story planned out, I don’t have the ‘middle part’ of the story that is necessary for it to be whole.

The ‘middle part’ of a story is usually characterised by its series of events as well as everything that you learn from the story. I have found this in Orlando, in Middlemarch, in The Lighthouse, and several other books which I cannot remember right now. For me to write a novel, I need to have learnt a great number of life lessons already, which I honestly don’t think I have. How is it possible for things that take years to sink in to be perfectly grasped and trapped in a phrase or a sentence?

I hope that my novel will turn out well even though I have only a bit more than a decade of philosophical realisations to sustain me.

– Sarah

© Sarah Singh 2023

[kyewriter610]

A False Hope

I had searched under a different light

Looking for a dear to pursue

Then I must’ve found you

I tell you all my thoughts

All my dreams, my hopes

But I am not the one you wish to conquer

My heart only bides towards yours

As yours holds another’s partiality

My skin longs for your touch

But only to grace the swift air

I hold you close to myself

Only to realise there is nothing there

You are simply just a dream

I’ve created in my head

A false hope

I must lead away not to spare

-kyewriter610

[abitbrokenpoetry]

I had declared war on myself.. Bloody battles raging for years.. I sat in the middle of the killing fields.. savage; dirty weapons in hand.. victims lying around me.. but deep down I was broken.. people would come& they would go.. & I barely noticed them.. until you came wondering in my path.. you crawled through the landmines.. & dodged my grenades.. & you patiently sat with me as things exploded.. you were fighting your own battles.. you gave me your coat.. and wiped away my tears for awhile.. & it wasn’t nearly so lonely there anymore.. I never thanked you for that.. for keeping my company.. when I was trying so desperately to destroy myself.. I hope wherever you are now.. you have fought all your battles.. & won your war.

[lettersyoullneversee]

Exhausted

I tried to sleep this afternoon But then they creeped out side my room The cleaner screamed the visitor shouted “You dirty filth what have you started!” “Nothing” The man yelled back at the cleaner. Then she put me off my dinner. “That man if you see him” she said “tell me He wiped his arse and cleaned his Willy In the sink and let it drip All of the floor and all over the sink Then…

[olivepoet]

[plaguem0th]

rest

I want to peel the flesh off my bones,

with a peeler or my finger nails.

I want to scrape by bones,  and scratch the marrow 

I want to hang my skin to rest

Like a well worn coat.

To be free and Not to be me anymore,

not to be anybody or anything

[silentshyla]

enshrined in mystery. my mystery is overwhelmingly attractive, an essence of captivation. until it becomes all I am and will ever be, a question mark. with mystery I embody a puzzle wrapped in an enigma. my mystery has exhaustively stained my continuous existence. forever unknown, I am enshrined in mystery but don’t want to be. #poetry #femalepoet #mysterious #mystery #poems (at Bronx N.Y.C) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoLfFFLpn2g/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=