#new poets

[1nn32dem0n5]

she baked me cookies

once a girl has cooked for you just for you she has given you her heart. at the very least say thank you.

[ivaspinoza]

The love that never fades

When I used my heart as a fortress

Stuck in the playground of my mind

You taught me to live without excess

While baking, silently, always so kind

To write about the things I like is quite easy

To write about the things I desire, hate, fight

But to write about what I love is devastating

When this hug could be our last goodbye

Time passed by as I saw you winning battles

People wouldn't never even dream of living

And what comforts me is the chance to rest

On your lap, through this last evening

I might be pessimistic, or just realistic

You're very healthy, despise the wrinkles

Despite the grief and the daily "I miss you"

That you whisper into the night, and I listen

To the love that never fades from your heart

Brilliant, you are, a glorious star in my sky

The beauty that we can see is nothing

Compared to the treasure you keep inside

[gazals-poems]

"I have never felt more unworthy of love than I do tonight, as I lay on my apartment floor and clutch your favorite T-shirt to my empty chest cavity. I plead and beg the scent of you to bring back the crimson in my cheeks but we both know I am only half alive on most nights - a storm of cicadas could pummel right through me and I promise I would not feel a thing. Tell me, when I woke up in a sweat last night, was it because you had your very last thought of me? When I felt a sharp pain in between my ribs, was it your tongue finally forgetting how to form my name? How long must I scrub until my gums bleed to rid my mouth of you? I fear that I am the incessant fruit-fly that shamelessly feasts upon what decayed long ago, I fear that I may permanently melt into this apartment floor. I fear that your silhouette may be etched behind my eyelids like a cheap tattoo. But most of all, I am horrified that I may love you forever and that you have not thought of my hands even once." - Funerals Held for the Living

[ecrisettaistoi]

Allez, viens

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Allez viens, on se fait du bien,

oublions tout ça jusqu'à demain,

laissons le monde se démerder, loin

pensons à nous, à nous deux, à rien,

on en a besoin, prends ma main,

pose-la lentement sur ton sein

laisse-moi palper ton cœur marmoréen

tes battements lents, denses, succincts,

donne-moi ta bouche, tes lèvres carmin,

serre-moi comme je te serre, soyons un,

indivisible, ombre et lumière en commun,

jouissons de nos corps, de ce lien

qui nous unit comme les doigts de la main

depuis si longtemps et si tout va bien,

encore aujourd'hui et au plus loin

que nous pourrons aller demain

et les jours suivants si le destin

nous est favorable, enfin.

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[poems-she-wrote]

I hate the way I look, the way I see, the way I speak and the way I feel. I’ve hated it all for so long I can’t remember what it was like before the hatred. However, I had come to realise that I couldn’t possibly hate it all forever. Because when I looked into my babies eyes, how could I ever hate what made them so beautiful

p.s.w

[thesourlemonwriting]

"I have an immense guilt walking into churches. It starts out as a weight in my stomach as I step on its surrounding gravel. As it creeps closer, the tall steeple curves over me and blocks the sun's light. The stained glass windows are staring at me, watching me, judging me. I do not know what they are thinking. I hear my footsteps strike the polished wooden floor and echo throughout the chambers. In front of me is the bleeding man, still dampened by millenniums of malbec blood. My headache grows as I stare at the thorns sinking deep into his skin. Nausea starts from deep within me and tries to find its way up. I wish I could apologize to the man in front of me, but we are both met with silence."

[creekbythehill]

Best Friends

I wanted friends,                                                                                                      I got them.                                                                                                           But where is the one,                                                                                              I always wished for ?

The one who could always keep me safe,                                                           embrace how I am.                                                                                                 I always thought I found you,                                                                              but everyone was the same.

They say you make friends your whole life,                                                            one day you will find someone                                                                              who will make you thrive.                                                                                        But what do I do till then ?                                                                                      Watch the lucky one make friends ?

Ooh, I met a girl,                                                                                                      But she very very wasn’t the one.

@creekbythehill

[emptynebulas]

it all comes back to me

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

What will I do with these tongues

in my mouth—

suck

kiss

pray?

And what did I mean—

was I good

was I kind

does God like me?

[1nn32dem0n5]

it's the little things

I am from east europe and my name can't be pronounced in the midwest so I dumb it down for them but she said it right and that was enough for me

[ivaspinoza]

Places you can't reach

I will climb high on those winding stairs Curvy steps, I'm always too far ahead Your fingers by the hem of my dress You can't reach me there, I'm too high

I will sew my open flesh with words Close all my wounds, and close my doors Your tongue by the end of my thoughts You can't reach me when I turn inwards

I will go down on my knees and pray Hidden in the king's shadow, I will remain Covered by a power you don't yet understand You can't reach me through his blood stains While I float in the clouds and dance in the rain You lick the drops; you think I will bend I'm one with the wind, you're one with the man Far gone, a one-way ticket on the heavenly train

[most-ment]

Write

More and more people

Seek refuge in their words

More and more need to

Find an escape from the world

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Soo many new souls

Captured by darkness

Will never feel whole

As the world itself darkens

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What can they do

But find joy in the little things?;

Finds different shades in the blue

Try to fill the void the world brings

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What can they do

Than try to aspire?;

Make their dreams come true

Be the ones that they admire

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What can they do

But fantasise?;

Make a different world in their view

Make a different life,

that's not true

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What can they do, what else can they try?

There's nothing they can do but write

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Note: hi loves! Tests have started for me and it's hectic. Hope you like the poem

Word of the day:Eramnesia

The realization of being born in the wrong time period and wishing to live in another

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[ecrisettaistoi]

Cramé

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Les bocaux font de l'écho

vidés de la substantifique moelle

du pur cadeau de la nature

de l'usine à rêves ou du moins à

amélioration notable de la capacité à tenir

encore un peu, un peu plus.

Le dernier rituel

le dernier allumage de la lumière du nord

la dernière montée

la toute dernière bouffée

le cendrier qui fume

puis s'éteint

et ne reste plus qu'à regarder, patiemment,

la jeunesse pousser, promettre des journées et des nuits

où tout sera un peu plus acceptable le temps d'une trêve

parfumée avec la réalité.

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[poems-she-wrote]

If the relationship was worth keeping, you’d still have them.

p.s.w

[graff1980]

I don't want to spend my time trying to memorize old lines, when I could be making new rhymes, reworking cliches until I find the key to unlock a puzzle box of spectacularly creative and informative poetry.

-2022