#instapoems

[inkandsoulpoetry]

Sweet Tea Sundays

A poem by Jazmyn Edmonds

You are sweet tea on a Sunday morning in spring. You are snowdrops that bloom and grace my path on the cloudiest day, Bringing sunshine and warmth to this heart that’s cracked open. You are sweet tea on a Sunday morning.

Your voice, a tablespoon of raw sugar that comforts the soul, And makes me crave more, For you, I’m always thirsty. You are sweet tea on a Sunday morning, never getting bored of your taste. You quench my thirst like no other. You are sweet tea on a Sunday, I can’t wait for you.

Your sweet tea makes me rise, and my heart skips a beat, A drop of lemon and sweetness stirring within me. You’re a prayer I can’t stop reciting, Nothing tastes quite like you, Your love flowing through my veins.

You are sweet tea on a Sunday, when the sun goes up and the world is still. I’ll be waiting for a sip of my sweet you

[infprincesss]

“Solitude,” from the book, “Eye of the Storm,” by Cynthia E. O’Dea

[poetic-distortions]

[2as2gs]

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[menjadisederhana]

Mohon maaf lahir batin saja rasanya tidak cukup, Mas. Kamu telah memporak porandakan pertahananku untuk tidak merindukanmu.

Rasanya kesal sekali.

[cordeliaorangeblossom]

The College Lover

The college lover is someone who

Smokes and drinks too much to be happy

Fawns over authors bygone

Modern-day misogynists and ancient gods

The lover sits in your dingy apartment,

With a bottle of vodka and homework forgotten,

Rambling in silence about political carnage,

You sit quietly or talk, maybe it matters; 

Depends on the lover,

The lover, who walks with the gait of academia, 

Who thinks they know all but knows nothing

Who does not know if they are master or servant of the world

But makes sure to be at parties

And talk over the opposite sex in a seminar

And ask, and rebel, and seek something greater, 

Some euphoric high or alcoholic low,

Or both, 

And were you even there? maybe it matters; 

Depends on the lover. 

[jasskhasria]

Loving you comes as easy as breathing to me.

[robbyjuankanobi]

Break Away Like MJ

Written by: Robby Juan Ka Nobi

02/17/2025

Whispers rise like smoke, thick with allegations,

Twisting truth and lies in tangled narrations.

A game is played but narrated different ways,

With allegations of collaboration between players and game officials.

The scorecards after four rounds read all different things,

Filtered through different narrations—one counting jabs, the other haymakers.

Allegations are a part of EVERYTHING,

From presidential selection to ego-tripping BITCHES

Bringing up mistakes of yesterday.

I can't get away from this finger-pointing narrator.

Yes, I ate her rear end like five years ago—get over it.

But he stays rent-free, making me feel ashamed of my every mistake,

And never even congratulates me when I succeed.

He reminds me all the time:

"I'm the best you will ever find."

"You need me."

Yeah, I need you...

Because what would I do if I didn't have you, my favorite demon to fight?

Hell, I might have a peaceful night.

I might stop being wrong and be right.

I might do what you said I never could.

Either way, I wouldn't have allegations launched my way

All day, every day,

By Mr. GottaHaveItMyWay.

It's time

Time to break away

Like MJ.

[highinquisitorn]

[mx-ryder]

[tennantloki]

trying my first hand at instapoetry <3

[justcypreus]

Fell into a rabbit hole of instapoems

Crawled my way out like I'd been tortured by Vogons 🤢

Why'd I do this to myself

[infprincesss]

[2as2gs]

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[menjadisederhana]

Setinggi-tingginya langit, aku selalu bisa menatapnya meski dari kejauhan. Sedangkan kamu? Kamu bahkan lebih jauh dari langit itu sendiri.

[raisemerryhell]

The moment I smelled her shitty perfume

I knew I’d open up my wrists for you

And let the blood run into her garden until it’s fed.

She’s a princess

She’s a goddess

And never is she modest

And even when she vomits she’s always the prettiest one in the room.

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