#poetsandwriters

[edenspoetry]

My mother’s mother’s mother

Stopped wearing nice things —

My mother’s mother’s mother

Mourns her old skin that collects dust in her closet

My mother’s mother’s mother

Was married off at 13 to get away from the disturbance of her existence

My mother’s mother’s mother

Is no longer a human but a collection of skin and a byproduct of natures law

My mother’s mother’s mother —

Keeps photos of herself up on her vanity from her wedding day —

To ground herself in the glimmer of that

person she still sees when she looks in the mirror

My mother’s mother’s mother

Has shiny diamonds decaying in her drawer

My mother’s mother’s mother

I ran away from her

dust filled cough

My mother’s mother’s mother

I would disappear for her to get the chance to live for a second

My mother’s mother’s mother

Begs me to turn out the lights, with a bony finger and a death rattle that rings in my ears

To my mother’s mother’s mother,

Who I once belittled and shamed, I don’t blame you.

[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

[callherwylder]

I’ll be the harbor

where your heart can rest

holding you

like the sea cradles the moon.

[strokeofserenity]

[minimalist-quotes]

The older you get, the more you choose calmness over drama and distance over disrespect. You prioritize your peace, mental health, and happiness - over everything.

[lenainwonderland]

- Vladimir Nabokov

[peach-and-cherryblossom]

[almostsomewheremaybe]

I think of you, and everything in me breaks.

[wetcherryliquor]

[acollectionofbrokenthings]

“You deserve better” is an interesting way of saying I’m not worth getting better for

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

[midnights-poet]

The light bends gently ’round her form,

As if the sun were newly born.

She paints not what the eye can see,

But what the soul had longed to be.

©️Midnight’s Poet Qoheleth

[trickstersaint]

i want to introduce you all to a project that is very close to my heart... or lack of one. anyway. for anyone who has ever wanted to play a poem. i'd like you to meet aromanticism

(link opens itch.io - she'll run on html in your browser! please be nice to her!)

[sarthhakkk]

Sexy is an energy, not a body type.

[dariasynn]

I romanticized the darkest parts of my life, painted pain into shades of poetry, and turned heartache into something beautiful.

I made my suffering feel softer, more bearable, as if giving it meaning could take away the sting.

But some nights, no amount of pretty words can disguise the darkness.

- Daria Synn

[icefrog00]

— Me (ice frog) // is there a right way to feel?