#poems and poetry

[betweenthetimeandsound]

"You're a walking epitaph, and you're not even gone."

Damn...

the grief of growing

[soliadiaz]

haunted house [original poem] read on ao3

insp.

[silent-insanities]

I tried to be what you needed.

[lanternperson]

Writing has become a sanctuary for me. A time where, in solitude and contemplation, I can be myself.

Sometimes, I place the words gently on the page, with love and care.

Other times, I scribble with hurried strokes in anger, or write big, dripping letters in sorrow.

These pages know me well. The pen helps me know myself.

[maskedmelody]

I hope that whatever love comes into my life will be worth the wait.

[scriptastra]

[16bitnk]

[lunawintress]

🥺🫶

[half-a-corpse-half-a-poet]

[poemwav]

– Rupi Kaur

[iluvepotatochips]

please, stop promising me beautiful things that will crumble later on. don't bite off more than you can chew.

it's better this way where i expect more of less from you.

[silent-insanities]

I can't be yours if you won't be mine.

[pepsicolakillkill]

[maskedmelody]

I’m afraid to let you in. That’s never ended well for me before.

[daydreamwithoutwords]

Hospitality is a promise that breaks when a knife is set to its throat.

Loyalty is a vow that wavers when a gun is pointed to its head.

But love is an oath that lasts even with an arrow through its heart.