#poets and poetry

[maihonhassan]

Sometimes, you just can't hold it inside:

"Aaj sadmay balaa ke thay, warna dil ki adat nahin ke aaah kare."

- Arslan Abbas

[jessicaherrerawrites]

- Jessica Herrera

[shittyartestries]

you left the door cracked as if you might come back

i don’t know how to stop waiting for you

-

[robertjw4688]

Growth is not

a straight line

nor is it a

fault line.

Growth is

a semicolon

placed where an

ellipsis

once slept.

Robert J. W.

[athenes-poems]

“You don’t have to die to matter. / You don’t have to be covered in blood to deserve a warm bath.”

-Excerpt from Hero’s Death, by Athene Marston (via @ athenes_poems)

[bluerain111]

[zainabelmeziani]

[lesweetweirdo]

My mother's love is service

She doesn't know how to stop

Always giving without hesitation

Never knowing when is enough

My mother's love is excessive

To the point it suffocates

That things starts to get blurry

Where love inevitably turns into hate

Therefore, my mother's love is pain

For both those who are involved

And I think I inhereted some of her

Since we were carved in the same mold

[doeeyes-blog]

ꔫ We’re just girls doing our own thing

Even when it’s unplanned

That’s what makes us be us , hand in hand

These beauties that were made , can never be replaced

Those that men love to love , and those who men chase

As we’ll be having fun with ourselves , playing free

Enjoying the middays float of breeze ꔫ

[koko-poetry]

she made me feel alive;

like she lit a flame

inside my chest.

we burned together,

but my match burned faster,

and brighter,

while hers only

flickered.

koko.poetry

[maihonhassan]

When Ashfaq Ahmed said:

“Sabar ka ghoont doosron ko pilana asaan hai, khud peete waqt pata chalta hai ke aik aik qatra peena kitna muskhil hai.”

I felt that.

[jessicaherrerawrites]

[theprettybluedreams]

A poet's heart

I showed you my poetry

I let you read a part of me

You said "I like it, it does sound nice"

You were blind for the words between the lines

'Cause poetry is not always sweet

Sometimes it hurts and makes you bleed

It reflects the soul in a current state

The ups and downs, the love and hate

You read them and still couldn't see

Why they mean so much to me

Maybe that's the reason we fell apart

'Cause I need a man with a poet's heart

[aera3014]

If I die, the world would celebrate the life and mourn the death of a person that never existed.

Unknown

[forestgirlpoems]

my mom used to make us read the air

we'd gotten so good at it we knew when to stay silent

before she even rounded the corner

we learned all of her tell-tales

the tone of her voice even through text

we knew what she was thinking, what she wanted

without her ever voicing a thought

years after talking to her last

sometimes I notice the coldness of the air and

my vague words, my silence

I know I never escaped

that small world we used to live in

[zainabelmeziani]