#wordpress poetry

[poeaxtry]

https://poeaxtryspoetryprism.blog/2025/04/26/growth-💪/

[balkaransidhu]

Summer Poem

And here comes summer,with a blink of an eyehazy green lights over the cloudsWith blue moon, yellow skies
all at your fingertips The air smells pungent
like open mustard fieldsfrom my home countryAnd it will be hot and shiny And my heart will blossom againAnd you will flutter under the warmthAnd when our eyes intertwineThere won’t be much to saythe light will tango with occasional cloudsThere…

[lilyflxwers]

nartheflower/inanotheruniverse//sk//clarice lispector/the hour of the star//taylor swift/the archer//david foster wallace//david bowie//unknown//maya hayyas/parts of me never left that house//cowgirlrising//phoebe bridgers/waiting room

[nightmareevara]

That urge to turn your giggles into moans

[ana--writes]

How many doors I have to exit before I finally leave?

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[deadlypoetacademia]

December. The month when things get sad again for no reason. When the sky is dark and life's scary, when the hopes of january are mixed with the reality of december, it's hurting and nostalgic and loud with such painful silence that is now getting difficult to bear.

[infinitydivine]

Whoever is meant to find me will meet me in my light, not in my longing.

-Infinity

[http-tempted]

“How does it feel to be self aware yet delusional?”

Like I have the heart of a poet

[yourmelancholickid]

I can't imagine life without you and i can't remember life before you.

[disguisedfeelings]

To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June.

Jean-Paul Sartre

[raemimuse]

[crowded-empty-places]

it hardly matters now whether spring has blossomed the rose or the pages are verse or prose

it hardly matters now whether winter will bring the floods or your blood will boil with aedes

it hardly matters now whether summer will spawn the fires or their teeth will meet the pliers

it hardly matters now whether autumn will be golden leafed or the rosary will miss a bead

it hardly matters now that the seasons succeed each other that your hands will reach another that the kiss got lost in the mist and the grain never grown to grist

it hardly matters now that we were once more than nothing but forever less than something

it hardly matters now

[nightmareevara]

Let's be each other's home that's all I ask for.

[ana--writes]

I say I don't care but nobody cares more than I do..

[deadly-danaid]

"The words you never speak become the whispers that pervade your mind."

Moka Lynn, Let it out