#kpop poetry

[sunshyni]

waves are blue like bubu.

w.c: 124;

n.a: do nada um sonetinho inspirado no bubu.

Você ilumina meu coração com a sua bioluminescência

Ainda que reproduza o mesmo romper diariamente

Ignorante sou ao conceber que intacta é sua essência

Pois díspar é do seu antecedente.

Contemplo rosas a flutuar solenemente

Você, apesar de brandido, não as consome

Escolhe ser, no seu cerne, vítreo, perpétuo transluzente

Em epítome, seu azul cerúleo oscila com o carmim numa sinergia sem prenome.

Prefiro te estimar quando deixa de ser vedete ímpar

E abdica sua vastidão num consentimento tácito para uma lua luzir

No fulcro, para que em nós o desejo venha aflorar.

Naturalmente, ensejo com veemência te rever refulgir

Refletir a nitescência de um astro que, em hipótese alguma poderia me retratar

Para que na sua ondulação sublime e efêmera eu possa... fugir.

[poetryorchard]

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[sadfragilegirl]

04/11/2023 (Scarlet Dream/Scarlet Memory)

Poem by: Queennie (sadfragilegirl)

I was supposed to be sleeping but I have other plans.

I was scrolling to look something when I saw something...

Something that it began to stop moving that the clock has stopped ticking.

That's when my heart stopped...as I saw a new memory.

A new memory that it could cut deep into my heart.

And it's no other than....

...The one that gave me happiness and brought me to a safe haven for all these years that held me so dear.

That's when...

The skies are began to turn into bloody red.

Trapped myself to a world full of nightmares full of dread.

Like I was being a tied up by red threads while I stand up myself and do nothing but seeing my happiness are taken away.

Tears suddenly began to fall.

Heart's pounding with anxiety like there's no tomorrow.

The scenes are turning red--scarlet red that is.

Memories between me and my happiness that held me so dear are flashing my mind.

And that's when...

I let myself to break myself in tears as my heart has began to shatter like glass.

Yes, my imaginary horror has finally come to life.

And that's how...

How I named this dream...

The dream about my happiness that held me so dear has fallen apart.

I call it...

A Scarlet Dream/Scarlet Memory.

No one is safe for me.

Behind The Poetry:

This is based on my real life experience after I heard the news about Ravi's departure from the Kpop boy group VIXX due to Military Service Issue Scandal last April 11, 2023. And that caused me such broken hearted reactions.

Among the news of Kpop members decided to leave group I saw for all these years as a Kpop fan with Autism for all these long years, that one took a toll on me and I was feeling affected big time.

Because why? Among my Kpop ultimate biases that I love, Ravi is the Kpop ultimate bias that held me so dearly into my heart and it brought me a deeper connection to him. Originally, last 2017...Ravi was my bias wreaker of VIXX but thanks to his R.EB1RTH mixtape and knowing that he produced, composed and wrote lyrics in most VIXX songs, I became his ultimate bias of VIXX.

When I listened to VIXX songs and Ravi songs, it made me imagine myself about being the main character in every Anime. He brought me such inspiration.

When he decided to leave VIXX because of his scandal, I was so devastated, just like Hongbin leaving VIXX due to the scandal last 2020 of August. Leaving me heartbroken.

Few months ago, I saw EXO-Ls were hating Ravi because of Kai's absense of Cream Soda MV and I was so angry. And there's STARLIGHTs (VIXX fans) are decided to continue supporting them without Ravi and Hongbin.

Thus, the news about Ravi's departure from the group VIXX has now given to a special name that I come with few months ago. That the unique name will be named as the only one to be only to be called that no one else will be named it in the bad new memories in the future.

And that's Scarlet Dream/Scarlet Memory.

Remember: Ravi's departure from VIXX is the only dream and memory that I can be ONLY be named as a Scarlet Dream/Scarlet Memory and no one else will be named such as that when another heartbreaking and sad Kpop news will be having in the future.

~Queennie

[thesakuraink-lyrics]

TOMORROW! Mark your calendars for my book launch party to celebrate the release of my microchapbook “Finally: The Mixtape”! Join me as I’ll be reading poems from FM along with Dina Klarisse and kattrina m plus a Q&A with me and my cover artist Carlos Manalo . Link to the event (and buying my microchapbook) can be found here:

See you all there!

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

You have to keep making new goals so it won’t be the end when you’re done with one. Think of “because I reached this goal, I can probably reach a higher one” and make new goals. You have to make new reasons for yourself to keep going.

k.b. // lee know from stray kids

[baenuit]

ㅤ

𝗉𝖺́𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺──ㅤㅤ𝟢𝟥ㅤㅤ𝖺ㅤㅤ𝖿𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝖺.

01. sentimentos descansam no coração 02. fotografias para ♡︎붓다 sorrisos bobos ao olhar para ti. 03. um pouco de café toda a tarde.

sourire ㅤ ( 영원한 ) ㅤ 꽃' ㅤ ੭˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔㅤ ♡︎

romancesㅤ comㅤ맛ㅤ deㅤcapuccinoㅤㅤ

pellicule ㅤ[...]ㅤ beijos ㅤmarcadosㅤ⪨

efígie ㅤㅤ놓다ㅤㅤrabiscos,ㅤㅤtrechos.

versos e folhas com sua doçura e perfume. 백합 ✿︎ luz suave que ilumina minha rotina; sua dança pelos meus dias.

cada página no livro ilustra o seu belo sorriso, rabiscos entre as folhas destacam a leveza e tranquilidade que desde sempre faz presença na rotina. [...] seus olhos marcam essa realidade que beira a fantasia, além de um──museu, há mais arte.

ㅤ

mood──bios.

ib dos tracinhos por @f-leuris on tumblr !

[crushing-on-nico-di-angelo]

I've never loved like this...

@sweetlikeacherry and @weaselle // whimsy s // cameron awkward-rich // kiersten white // auguste rodin // @waitingforthesunrise // seventeen // eisha tandon // georgy chulkov

[espuor]

𝐢.

𝐢𝐢. sob o sol de satã (...) escrevo nos cafés e nos vagões do trem para não ser vítima de criaturas imaginárias à medida da alegria e da dor.

[mafleur]

[debetun]

✿ֶ ⠀ᩙ ︎durmiente, dentro de una tetera

en lo que regresa mi primavera . . ♡

[aaestheticbabyyy]

“I’ll wait for you”

[asoftepiloguemylove]

pinterest // Richard Siken Anyway // Doyoung & Jungwoo for NCT 127 HIT THE STATES (via 채널 NCT DAILY) // Louise Glück Crossroads // Natalie Diaz Postcolonial Love Poem // 엔하이픈 ENHYPEN 10 Months // Trista Mateer // Moonlight (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins // Virginia Woolf Flush (via @wherepoetsdie) // Sade Andria Zabala Coffee and Cigarettes // 방탄소년단 BTS Trivia 承： Love

[poetryorchard]

hello friends! we are rescheduling our K-Pop & Poetry workshop to Friday, August 4!

Join @thesakuraink-lyrics & @nashira next month - this workshop is welcome to K-Pop fans & casuals alike!

[createdbytragedy]

LOVE

Pairing: Lee Minho x reader Warning: A few curse words, mostly in Minho's pov , Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Minho hasn't found the right word to explain his feeling to you yet, so in the meantime love will have to do.

"I love you." For him, meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and realizing instantly that it will become his favorite. You came into Minho's life like a fucking savior in your white dress and halo. You looked at him like there was anything in him worth looking at. You made him feel so many things he can't explain.

You understood his feelings when he didn't understand his own. That's why you were the one to confess to him under the moonlight that day. "I love you, you know," you said so casually while looking at him with a smile on your face. Like it didn't make his heart thump so loud and fast he swore you could hear it, like it wasn't what he was longing to hear all those years. When Minho just stared at you with eyes you couldn't actually read just this time, you smiled. Taking his hand. "You don't have to say it back. I didn't tell you that to hear it back. I only said it so you know. That I'm always here for you. " If only you knew what goes through his mind that night. The look you couldn't read in his eyes were because no one has ever looked at you with so much love and adoration. It was love, different than the rest. Minho didn't love you. Oh, no. He feels things for you much beyond what love can explain. So, he stayed quiet that night. It was the same night he laid in bed, tossing and turning with nothing but you on his mind. Your eyes, where he sees all the stars shining together . Your hair that blows along with the wind the day he first met you. You had a smile worth dying for but, oh, when you laughed. Minho remembers reaching under his pillow for his phone that night, staring at your contact before gaining the courage to click it. The brightness on his phone illuminate the dark room and the call echoed through the quiet room. His heartbeat paced up and he feels this immense feeling he never felt before. "Hello?" your voice made his brain go fuzzy, he sprang up, feet touching the cold floor as he sit on his bed, holding the phone to his ear as he struggled to control his heavy breathing. "(y/n)," he called, your name sounding so divine and celestial on his tongue. He heard you shift. You were probably in bed. Obviously it's 3:00 in the morning. Only an idiot in love would be up at this hour. "Minho?" your voice sounded groggy and a little bit concerned, " what's wrong, min?"

Minho tried. He tried to find a word stronger than love that could explain his feelings. A word that could enlighten you the things you do to him and how much he loves it. A word that could capture the beauty he sees in you or at least come close to it. But, he found none. So, he guess, love, is the word this world has to offer to such a divine and ethereal beauty like you. "I love you, too......" he breathed out. His heart was beating so fast and loud it almost hurt. You went silent for a moment. "I'm sorry I didn't say it back earlier but I -" "Don't tell me that through a phone, you coward," you had said half laughingly. He could feel the joy in your voice and it made a smile crept on his face," Meet me at the bridge and tell me that right at my face." Minho has never gotten to his feet as fast as he did now. A full on smile gleaming on his face as he did so. "On my way, my love. " he heard you laughing through the phone, probably getting ready too. The most beautiful sound in the world.

With that he threw a jacket over his white tee and dashed to the door. For once, he didn't stop to pet his cats as he wore his shoes and slammed the door shut.

That night, he ran. He ran for love. He ran for you. He ran to you. The bridge wasn't far and the chilly winds of October hit his senses. It seemed like all his days spent at the gym was for this moment. To run to you. He feels himself breathing heavily but he didn't stop. The fast beating of his heart was from either the tiring race he was running right now or the fact that he was racing to you. Both seemed like a valid reason. His feet come to a halt when he sees you already standing there. You smiled at at, looking at him, panting and hair disheveled from the wind. And he looked at you, standing under the moonlight once again like a fucking angel in your grey sweatshirt and plaid pyjama pants. He feet took slow steps towards you, breathing returning to normal but his heart was full of a catastrophic whirlwind of emotions – overwhelming love that may be unbearable. With each step, the growing pain in his heart started to intensify.

Before he knew it, you opened your arms and he fell into them like the snowfalls in December.

It felt warm. You felt warm and it felt like home, right between your two arms. The blowing wind and the occasional passing of vehicles filled the short silence of the night as Minho bathed in your warmth. You were there and that was all he needed for the rest of his life. Hesitantly, he pulled away to look at your gorgeous face, adorned with the smile he'd die for. He couldn't help but return it. And now he knew why there were no stars in the sky that night because they were all inside your eyes, shining at him. And he knew why the moon always looked so beautiful, it was because the moon is just a reflection of your beauty. "I love you," Minho tells you while looking into your eyes, just the way you tell him to and he didn't need you to say it back. Your eyes already told him so, that's why his arms pulled you closer and attached your lips with his. He kissed you. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it but simply because he couldn't have done anything else to make up for the lack of love his words needed. He closed his eyes and so did you. His left hand held your face with tender hands and his other hand held your palm to his chest. Right where his heart was located. And you can feel it beating trough your palms, telling you all the things words can't say. And he held your waist as you snaked your arms around his neck and said," I love you too." He smiled. Contently. Happily and purely.

Then, you stood at the bridge, looking at the moon while he was looking at you.

[thesakuraink-lyrics]

3 more days until my microchapbook “Finally: The Mixtape” is out in the world! Get your copy here if you haven’t had the chance: https://gnashingteethpublishing.com/finally-the-mixtape-by-asela-lee-kemper-2/

Plus! Mark your calendars for my book launch and reading to celebrate the release. Join me and my friends Dina Klarisse, kattrina m, and Carlos Manalo for an amazing event full of poems and music. Don’t miss out by going to the link below!

[chaeryeos]