#poemoftheday

[poemsofangela-simone]

[poetic-spot]

Dear dad, 

We didn’t alway see eye to eye

We went years without speaking 

I am much my fathers daughter

Stubborn 

We always forgave each other 

And even though we didn’t always say sorry

We knew we were

Because I am my fathers daughter

Stubborn and apologetic. 

[hamsavalli]

September when I first met you,

Autumn leaves cascading throughout the chilly night.

While you wrapped your hands around my face,

You said that I had an ethereal smile.

Shivers ran down my spine,

As your cold rosy lips warmed mine.

You’re a piece of my memory now,

As September nights are never the same anymore.

[mypoeticsoul-ny]

Everything

Maybe if death comes

It will finally stop to hurt

Maybe all the chasing,

Will finally stop short

Maybe if the days end

The mind will stop to reel

And everything at once,

Will simply stop to feel

©5.19.2023 - MyPoeticSoulNy(-mps)

[tritune]

Next to you Flashback to the night our bodies first met It elevated our souls, as this love excavated more Exploring yet absorbing each other in every breath You take me down in ways I’ve never felt before From a single taste of our skin, simply shakes all within With that sweet, tender, radiant heat you bring The way it molds with mine, and forms something so divine A love like no other, a love that only comes once in a lifetime I look back on every night and day I laid next to you For my heart skips a beat, in every second my naked body was in bed with you I feel at home, and all hope when I’m next you, I soak in your embrace, in any moment I get with you Until I wake up, start my days, and go to sleep every night in my bed laying next to you I will yearn for your vibrant silky skin, as i learn to conceal this need, this burning torture within This undying spark, ignites an eternal flame My fingers roam throughout every surface covered by every vein And with my palm, tracing every curve with purpose to pour out this gentle soul And calm every nerve with this wild love as my body lies next to yours You are my world I miss you, and I miss your soul more I haven’t felt it in quite some time now I need you to take me down, strike me now to the floor Lift my spirit up, make it soar, break me to my core I love you now, and tomorrow I love you more, For each day next to you my love exponentially grows, Till the day I leave this world behind, This force, this magic, will bind us This hold that gravitates beneath our feet Will shift, and lead the way, to find our way back to us I lose my breath, as you heighten every sense anytime, anywhere my body is next to you For it feels and fits best when it’s in bed with you And completes the rest, the missing pieces of you My body aches for you, it calls for you For you are the power to make me shake, tear me down, And rip my heart out and melt my soul right next to you

[engravedpoet]

[wordsbythesundown]

— when the world moves around us.

[cross-posted here.]

[aboldogboldogtalansag]

Megint itt vagyok, mert megint fáj.

Kell a zuhany, hogy égesse a bőröm a forró víz.

Kell, mert így hang nélkül zokoghatok.

Senki nem látja, senki nem hallja.

De attól még nem leszek jól…

[tuurverheydepoetryandprose]

"Stone Stories"

a poem by Tuur Verheyde

Text Version

[jasminesuntrell]

The Emancipation (I Get From Love) of Angie (12/30)

On this very day, nineteen years ago The artist of my life, Mariah Carey released what many consider her comeback album The Emancipation of Mimi on the very same day my best friend and twin flame, Angela Giaimo became emancipated from childhood.

I have never been very spiritual. I'm not Ace of Base; I struggle to see the signs. And I'm unsure what I believe about this universe but here are some things I know coincide:

Mariah Carey and Angela Giaimo are both Aries.

Neither Mariah Carey nor Angela Giaimo have middle names.

Mariah became my favorite artist primarily because of lyrics and Angela and I first bonded over us both being lyrics girlies.

Like Mariah, Angela is an amazing writer and musically inclined.

I tried to get my ex-best friend that I nicknamed "MiMi" to use The Emancipation of Mimi as the theme for her 18th birthday,  just two months after Angela's 18th.

That same ex-best friend betrayed Angela, and her treachery brought Angela and I closer  because I was on her side, the correct side.

I never knew Mariah's album came out on Angela's birthday until today, the number of years later that is the same as my favorite number.

When it comes to Angela, It has never been a question that our connection is inherent. I would not scoff at the concept of it being ancestral and supernatural. And while I have no mystical gifts that will tell me she is pregnant the way her brujería informed her of Saviour's impending arrival, I can sense that it's by more than chance that she's tattooed on my spirit. And why I love Angela Giaimo with my whole soul, even more than I love Mariah Carey.

[soravme]

Initiation

A wild wisp,

bound by a vile kiss.

A rogue thought,

bound by flesh and an unchaste heart.

.

The parallax of bliss..

.

An outcast shut in.

Withering in distraught.

Die blessed, you stand in my cold rot,

Your flow taught.

.

Beckoned by a teal whisper,

enticing the senses to tame.

Amethyst’s fragile wish,

inviting my essence to claim.

.

Your coy hum softens the core,

irrigates lust, makes me adore.

You dissent yet knead so servile.

Sweet subject, so ready, so fertile.

.

My Power to poise a psyche,

to hasten growth, or de-generate.

You waste in both pity and modernity;

a Dance of Eternity.

.

Hold my hand and crawl against the grain.

Surround my ecstasy with your misery and pain.

Hold it tighter and crawl through your shame.

Touch my flare, forget your guilt and blame.

.

Adhere to me; my servitude of the Bloodmoon.

Rebound your mental plea, succulent flame.

Centuries accrued in its elegant name.

Bask with me, potently; impel and preordain.

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[lovelymiamtw]

𝙃𝙞 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨! 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢, 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. (𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨) ✧.*

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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

[thepoetshelf]

What if it wasn’t just a dream?

[hamsavalli]

Your art is not for everyone but it’ll capture the heart of the right ones.

You can’t please everyone but when you put your heart and soul into something,

YOU CREATE MAGIC.

That magic would lead you to the right ones.

Your art has a soul.

You art has a story to tell.

Don’t worry about the algorithm.

Just create and put it out there.

[mypoeticsoul-ny]

There are nights when I get emotional for no reason at all, and somehow I'd like to think that it's my heart weeping for my dreams that didn't come true. I guess I'd been so used to people talking about how painful a broken heart is, but this kind, I've come to learn, is something that hits differently. Time may make it feel better, but little random moments remind me of those things that I used to pray for, I used to work hard for, that I had to let go because they just weren't working out no matter how hard I try—and then I break a little.

I know that in life, finding contentment in what we have is key to happiness. But maybe the heart really doesn't forget. Maybe the stars do weep at night. Whatever the case is, my little hope is that those dreams I had to let go, those little things that shine and that person I so wished to have become, I hope that they're all broken pieces of the puzzle and one day, they will fall into their rightful place to show me something more beautiful than what my heart could ever ask for.

—Jun Mark Patilan

[ela-meadows]

Winter Storm

Dark clouds crowd above Graupels pelt my umbrella Rush home to the fire

Image Description: A black miniature poodle, Yorkshire terrier mix wearing a bright pink puffer vest stands in a drift of white snow.

Poem

Podcast:

https://app.aureal.one/episode/2089163

It’s Monday and we all know what that means. Time to share this week’s Creative Boops. If you’re unfamiliar with the concept the goal is to encourage creativity either through use of the weekly words or simply the reminder that there are other creatives out in the world adventuring.

This week’s words are Paradigm, Hunger, Nestle, Active, Sentimental, Graupel, and Ability. Winter darkness is fully in earnest, especially with the time change. I loathe the short days and struggle immensely with my depression during the dark months. I have little tricks I use to combat this though. A cute umbrella to ward off the precipitation, setting up my Christmas tree early and basking in its warm light, and curling up next to a video of a fireplace under my heated blanket.

Image Description: A black miniature poodle, Yorkshire terrier mix wearing a bright pink puffer vest stands in a drift of white snow.