#poets corner

[strokeofserenity]

[midnights-poet]

She wanted to leave,

I didn’t stop her,

How much more

Could I love her,

And in that ache,

So bittersweet,

I kissed the dust

Left by her feet.

©️Midnight’s Poet Qoheleth

[jaggedjawjosh]

In her quiet gestures of kindness, she discovers that the softest heart wields the mightiest strength, lighting paths with her gentle courage.

[twin-flame-musings]

I will always choose to love you, even in the last moment of when you breathe your last breath.

I love your soul and I cherish it so much, that I would never betray the words we spoke to each other.

'Always and forever'

So, when the air leaves your lungs and your heart stops beating, I will choose to love you even in those long and painful moments of guiding you into the afterlife.

~ Isabelle Wolfe

[callherwylder]

I’ll be the harbor

where your heart can rest

holding you

like the sea cradles the moon.

[letmebethecure]

There’s being alone

And there’s being alone while waiting

The second one will destroy you

It’s one of the rare instances where hope is not a lifeline

But a promise of the end

[inked-confessions]

I know it was foolish to cling onto illusions from my youthful delusions.

~ from my poem Lament and one of my all-time favorite lines <333

[aramasan]

Narasi harian, hari 109

Kamis, 22 Mei 2025

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[graff1980]

There is a yellow light here burning the fog, cutting through the night like a golden sword of your mythic lore, metal that shines but does not know what it is shining for.

The light fights in its own years, raging all across the infinite empires that rise and fall to disappear, then when the particles mist away no trace of their history remains.

Solar flares versus murky purple darkness, dancing in a spiral of warm and apathetic embraces as each force races to consume the other.

Other flowers of forceful energy try to enter these dark entities general gravity, but are unable to grab either beam, while silent stone sentinels shift off course, pathway altered by the cosmic force of battling space storms.

Somewhere beyond the rage, time and space plants an egg, preparing the way for a newborn Drake to drag itself awake, cracking its shell, and devouring the entire spectrum to become a being reflecting all of the glorious chaos infinity has invested in our particular dimension.

-2025

[ellenya]

One day, one rhyme- Day 3211

Ice cold dairy treat in a scoop

In place of warm thing that’s not soup,

In tea vessels that your hand hugs:

Serving ice cream in coffee mugs.

[phrasedwithout]

i will have to open up inevitably

but i know the consequences i fear

i will weld my teeth together and glue my lips shut

and no one will hear anything but a melancholic hum

[strokeofserenity]

Jennifer Huang

[sageambrosetti]

A flower in the attic Imprisoned for so long Yet she continued to dance To the distant melody of a love song

[jaggedjawjosh]

In every act of kindness, you plant a seed of hope in the world—grow a garden of compassion with every step you take.

[adgridley]

Asinine

A vacant emotion

Comes a distant third

To a slew of clueless feelings

Nobody concurs

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