#write poems

[fakiracafe]

समाज का नज़रिया भी कमाल है जनाब…

बर्फ अगर शरबत मे हो तो क्या बात है और अगर शराब में गिरे तो नापाक है ।

#VismiTism

[meanslackofart]

there are dreams

that i remember clear as a day

and then there are moments

that i don't remember at all

is it because i dwell on the dreams

thinking they're trying to tell me something

or is it because i'm running from something that happened

i don't know whether it's one of them thats true or both

but i hope to minimize these habits of mine

trying to find meaning when there's nothing

and running when there's nothing to be scared from

-sg

(7/8/21 || 11:04pm)

[onyxxxxxxxxxxx]

Sorry

More poetry because I feel sad

Tw: mentions of death

I’m sorry I’m not good enough I’m sorry don’t live up to your expectations I’m sorry that I’m who I am I’m sorry for all my flaws and scars

I’m sorry you think I’m not enough I’m sorry you’ve given up on me I swear I’ll try harder Even if it’s the death of me

I’m sorry that I’m broken That you need to see all my flaws I’m sorry that at times I’m too quiet And at times I’m too outspoken

I’m sorry for all the trouble I may have caused while here I’m sorry that you won’t miss me When I disappear

[anignoredgirl]

[skwyley]

Maggot King Water comes dirty Food moulded to the mouth. Dine off caviar for kings Speckled through with eyes of snails Fistfuls of blue bruised eggs Black eyes on scrawny teens That stayed out too late on dad’s cigarettes And Mama’s spray on jeans Lay out the tablecloth Moth holes among the gingham And watch the jawbones Clatter hollowly, Down, on furred up bread and cheese Rats aboard a sinking ship To sail these stinking seas. Pour some wine Pay no heed to the cats encaged Please do try the crudities Seasoned with yew and sage.

I miss when I was the sort of sad that you could do something with. Nothing was good, but at least it was being made.

[uwillremember]

📖

For every crime

there is always a punishment

Even if you don’t think so.

Let me be out

of a great expectations.

I am full

of pride and prejudice.

So many people

who were insulted and injured

that your life looks

like a dandelion wine.

Believe me,

you live your life fine.

Alice Alexanrova

2017

[healingsoulxo]

You have to be careful who you share your hurt with because without a second thought, they will add to it.

Me (healingsoulxo)

[fakiracafe]

तुम मुझे ढूंढ रहे हो, मैं तुम्हें…

एक जगह ठहर जाए तो मुलाक़ात हो जाए ।

[endless-unfolding]

Write poems starve off death

Olga Broumas & T. Begley, “[Write poems],” in Sappho’s Gymnasium

[writermemes2505]

so true, writing is the only thing I KNOW I should be doing!

[lyannshortstories]

Momentum

The hollow tree imploted within, the floor attempts its best to support me, along goes the fire that corrupts me twice. The parties in My head dance like black fireworks. What poem should i write? They are all here. Whose essence shall I remember right now?. The whiny little girl, the worried little boy, the sanguine probability, the forgetful man, the confused fellow, the uncomplicated Gal, the heart broken lady, the bad poet, the miserable family, the prisoner father, the judging mother, the unfulfilled uncle, the addicts, the scholarship, the culture, the hot tea?. I shall remember the tea, aren't they all the same? What an irremediable thought!