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poeticwritingblog · 1 year
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Just another poem I wrote for the new year… #poem #poems #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsociety #poetsofinstagram #writing #writer #writers #writersofinstagram #writersofinstagram #words #spilledwords #spilledpoetry #spilledwriting #wordswordswords #quotestagram #poemsoftheday #poemsofthesoul #write #writeaway #sadpoetry #sadposts #spilledwriting #spilledwritings https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm9pO4EpTzb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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shootinghearts · 6 years
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Run
“Ever felt so empty that you forgot how to appreciate the beauty of the things around you? Ever heard to your favourite song on the radio and barely cracked a smile? Ever just felt like a lonely letter amongst a crowd full of words? Ever just want to completely stop time? Ever fall for something which is utterly untrue? Ever doubt your capabilities day-in-day-out? Ever felt like your soul wanted to shout? Ever felt more comfort in the dark than you ever felt in the light? Ever wanted to fuck everything up and do nothing right? Did you ever dread the dawn of a morning and the shining of the sun? Did you ever just want to run?” - S.P.Rose
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serenitysearcher · 6 years
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#poet #poetry #poemlover #poetryflow #poetrylife #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsociety #poesía #lovepoems #poemsofthesoul #poemsoflove #writingpoems #writerswrite #wordsmith
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Poem called “Love”
Love is but a speechless shadow.
A shadow in which I stand.
Here I stand in the shadow of Love.
Love is a thing bigger than any emotion.
Loving is such a strong emotion.
“Love” is a very big word to say.
“Love” means to dedicate to someone.
Dedicating to someone is real Love.
Real Love never boasts.
Never does it lie.
Never does it hate.
Never is it jealous.
Love is a big thing.
Love is not to be messed with.
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Lifting my hands To return the light skyward. I love self-move To self-love prove. No more shadowy voice, No more Statues And dust... I am worthy Of starry loyalty, I am worthy of Ground And trust... #selfbelief #beinglove #worthyofmyself #loveoftheearth #poetryofig❤ #poetrytribe #poetryasmedicine #poet #poetryoftime #loveofpoetry #poetsofig #poetsofinsta #poetryislove #poetryispresence #poetryoflife #poetryflight #poemsofinstagram❤️❤️ #poem #igpoem #igpoets #poetsoninstagram #poetryofmagick #poemsofthesoul #melbournepoetry #melbspokenword (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTcGbGVFHpz/?utm_medium=tumblr
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rootbeermoss · 10 years
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The obsessive mind compulsates
jitter jitter into the night
  strings of consciousness stretched into disassociated
  pieces
  paranoia fills the spaces in between
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shootinghearts · 7 years
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I am scared of looking at myself in the mirror or even calling my own name out to myself all because of you
S.P.Rose
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Poem called “Relationships”
Friends...
Are who stand by yours side when things go wrong
Stand by your side in good and bad times
In whom you can confide your secrets
Are people you trust
Love you the way they love themselves
Care for you every step of your journey, life
Are chosen wisely
Love to share the same that you share
Like to get together with friends
Like to go to the mall
Like to go to the movies
Like to have slumber parties
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shootinghearts · 7 years
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Love matters so much more than perfection does
S.P.Rose 🌹
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shootinghearts · 7 years
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Did you ever want to voluntarily get lost in a place that you are unfamiliar with? To just explore and find out things you never did before, to see where the wind takes you to help you find yourself in a crowd full of treasured troves? If you did, what did you find? Beauty or pain engrossed in rhymes? Mellifluous vibrations or just the ticking of time? Joyfulness or a damaged mind? I wonder, what did you find?
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Life is to hard to live on our own.
We need others to help us with our burdens.
We sometimes use other means to get our stress out of our body.
Drugs, alcohol, cutting, smoking, all just for making us feel better.
All have been used for centuries to make us “feel better”
We sometimes feel unloved by everyone.
We look for love and acceptance from anyone.
We go further than we first meant to holding onto our own “love”
Then our “love” leaves us and it’s then that we notice that love was right in front of us the whole time.
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tothepit · 12 years
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thinking about how much has changed in three years has me being really glad it's not 2009 any more 
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