#poeticlove

[thecreakywriter]

She's Not Your Enemy

I see through glistening eyes the way you look at her

Like she’s an unleashed monster setting fire to your treasure

I hear through the creaks in my door, what you say to her

The words she is used to, tear my heart asunder

The daggers of hatred shooting from your eyes in this battue

The poisonous spite you spit molding her waxy heart ever since she saw you

She’s not your enemy, yet in her tolerance is an expanse of battleground you find

She’s not your enemy, yet you purge her of the sins that exist in your mind

This is shattering my heart and soul as I ask your anger, “Where are you from?”

She’s not your enemy, yet your treatment of her weighs on my peace when I do anything to becalm

[mywildimagination]

a poem on deceit and love

In the moonlit glow of memories, where love once took its start,

A tale unfolds, of a fragile heart, torn apart.

He loved her with a passion, a flame that brightly burned,

Little did he know, betrayal's lessons would be learned.

But she danced in shadows, whispers of deceit,

He never thought her love was just a fleeting feat.

The echoes of promises, now shattered and torn,

A broken heart, wounded, battered, and worn.

Oh, the pain of a love gone astray,

In the ruins of trust, where emotions decay.

She played the cards of betrayal and lies,

Yet forgiveness lingers, as he wipes tears from his eyes.

Their love was a melody, harmonious and sweet,

But echoes of infidelity made the symphony retreat.

He believed in forever, a tale for two entwined,

Yet in the darkness, secrets thrived, intentions malign.

The warmth turned cold, as deceit took its toll,

In the ruins of love, where broken dreams stroll.

Her laughter, once music, now a bitter refrain,

A broken heart whispers, in the silence, the pain.

Oh, the pain of a love gone astray,

In the ruins of trust, where emotions decay.

She played the cards of betrayal and lies,

Yet forgiveness lingers, as he wipes tears from his eyes.

In the labyrinth of emotions, forgiveness takes its stand,

He searches for solace in the shifting desert sand.

The wounds run deep, like rivers that don't dry,

Yet forgiveness blooms, beneath the tear-stained sky.

As the sun sets on the chapter of deceit,

He contemplates forgiveness, a bittersweet feat.

For love, once unbreakable, now teeters on a ledge,

Yet forgiveness, a bridge, spanning over the edge.

She may have strayed in the labyrinth of lust,

But forgiveness, a beacon, rising from the dust.

In the echoes of heartache, redemption he'll find,

A broken heart's journey, to healing, realigned.

Oh, the pain of a love gone astray,

In the ruins of trust, where emotions decay.

She played the cards of betrayal and lies,

Yet forgiveness lingers, as he wipes tears from his eyes.

In the tapestry of forgiveness, threads of grace,

A love once broken finds a tender embrace.

For in the symphony of healing, a resilient art,

A broken heart finds solace, a brand new start.

[mumbled-tea]

Poetry of my heart

Where did it come from? A side road to my roadway. It started with conversations, everything from hilarious to deep. We got to know each other better.

We are holding back for true time. Although, everyone is a stranger. Aren't you a stranger? she questioned. Use me to express what you feel, lead me to an innocuous way, he said.

Building the unconditional support, and wanting to stick together, we developed the amiability. Providing the guidance altogether, we believed in glowing up together.

He trusted me heartily, and how not? At least I have someone right? he queried. I gave a silly grin and replied, Why won't you? I am here. I don't know for how long, but I am.

[anonymouslypoeticoffical]

These thoughts weigh heavy on my soul

Nikki Nyx

[hwngbinbin]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹢ꔛ 𓈒 ˙   ⊹ 𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐍, 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤 : ( trip to daecheon )

1) mostrando só a bolsinha de ir pra praia dela, pra não mostrar a quantidade de mala que tava levando pra essa viagem.

2) registrando momentinhos com a roommie da viagem @poeticlovely​​

3) alugando e abusando da boa vontade da @jinrim​ como fotógrafa enquanto passava vergonha por estar tomando sol demais e achando que o protetor não vai aguentar.

4) a biscoitagem disfarçada de story aesthetic. 🍪🍪🍪

[southerngirrl]

[abrighterspark]

i’ll love you,

but i’ve never met you

never seen your face

never stood in the same place

never heard a word from your lips

i don’t know when or where or how, 

but one day,

i’ll love you

[nickadiguburke]

~ Letter to my Love ~ My love. This very morning I am stirred awake by the light of the rising sun, the Dawn, a golden cat, prowling and stalking, scattering the Night as though it were a flock of blackbirds. “Why did I let sleep conquer me?!” Are the words that topple from my lamenting lips, as then I wipe the bedtime glue from my eyes. But my conscience is as tough as it's cruel, what am I to do, when I am merely blood and bone, wrapped in a decaying skin sack?! For I am weak against the Sirens of Sleep, those purveyors of the irresistible vibrations, which sooth tired minds into the perils of slumber – they, promising rejuvenation for the beleaguered psyche. My love, I have become adverse to sleep, for reasons I think you will understand. For me, sleep is a two-headed monster, baying, always baying to drag me into a nonsensical world, where control is relinquished for capricious fancies. I fight it, with all that my feeble heart can muster, I fight it. In the first instance, a minute endured in that capricious world feels like a lifetime without gazing upon you. It is a wasted moment, a whistle in the wind, a song that voices never sing, a love forgotten in the annals of time. My life too precious to so flimsily squander. In the second instance, as a child trembles at the sinister shapes their eyes cut from the dark, I tremble at the thought of dreaming all my dreams, and leaving none to dream with you. Perhaps, a silly gesture, but what is sillier than a heart in love. Please, my love, I hope you understand why my voice is quiet and slow, and my eyes droop to almost closing. I shun sleep, and welcome the pain, as a writer welcomes the pain of emotion for their craft's perfection. ~ Nick Adigu Burke ~ #lovepoem #lovepoetry #loveletter #heartwarming #heartfeltpoetry #poetrycommunity #lovepoems #lovequotes #mylovepoetry #poeticlove #poeticprose #prosepoetry #NickAdigBurke #poetrybynickadiguburke #poetrytoloveby #fallinginlove #truelove #beautifulpoetry #iloveyoupoetry (at Holmfirth) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSxCncCME2B/?utm_medium=tumblr

[poetic-disasters]

Rose *tw*

Rose sweet rose

Rose red like blood

Thorns like needles pulling you into the dark

Bloodshed red as rose

Rose petals fall as the blood pools up

Put down the rose they said

Throw away those thorns or you will be hurt

Now ive hurt myself

And it is all because of rose

Original poem reblog please dont repost!

[yourdreamilymassivebouquetthings]

There could be more about poetry. I could understand only this much for now. Wish to explore more.Poetry❤️ #loveforpoetry #poetry #poeticlove #exploremore #ownthoughts #owncreation #editz @lak_smiles https://www.instagram.com/p/BwKlzXABg4m/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=7idsyfec4e45

[thecreakywriter]

The First Wave

I close my eyes and dream of a place

The island on the other side of the calamitous ocean

My raft held together with scions

Will it fall apart at the hit of its first wave in my indevotion?

I close my eyes and dream of a face

One that must lend me sails to set

Instead it hammers on the cracks

Will it heave me back from the first wave with the remorse I beget?

I close my eyes and dream of a heart

The antidote to my exhaustion and anguish

But the heart is broken and cuts cracks into mine

I try to make it to the first wave sans it before I perish

[cherrybombistruth]

The Way You Make Me Feel

[lovedropin]

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[poeticuniversityuniverse]

Cocoa Butter Love (Swipe to read whole poem) @poeticuniversityuniverse©2022 I love the poetry community 📚Instagram Poetry is My Elegant, Essence Woman ($9.99 at my website or Amazon for the ebook, physical book $178.00 on Amazon) 📚My Only Serving: (ebook $3.99 at my website EmceePoeticArtist.com link in bio) 📚 Old School Friendship (ebook $3.99 coming soon at EmceePoeticArtist.com) @thepoeticpreacher @flowgoduniverse @brucechathouse @promptsuniversalspirit @galacticbookreviews @emcee_poetic_artist @poeticsoutherncook @poeticgraphicdesigns @chhworldwidecollaboration #poeticlove #poetrymaykhana #poetrymonth #poetrymagazine #spokenword #spokenwordpoetry #thanks #india #london #poetryislife (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChSMToCuZJQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[anonymouslypoeticoffical]

~Again~ here we are, we meet again my dear lovely friend it seems lately you've been so close to me, yet still far away but i can feel only your presence everywhere i go. so my dear old friend how  long are we gonna do this dance? till you finally catch me in my steps or till im old and gray and you steal my soul away, so that i can forever see that lovely face ive grown my entire life?

Nikki Nyx

[d3lirivm-blog]

“Hopefully I remember all the things I wanted to talk about, but you need your rest. I love you, goodnight”

I never got the opportunity to talk to you about all of those things. I didn’t realize that everything would be ending so suddenly and I didn’t realize I wasn’t capable of thinking clearly. We hurt eachother, really really badly.