#writepoetry

[thexhopefulxemokid]

I’m only slutty for dead poets, and sadly your Heart is still beating.

[fragilestorms]

23:57

Your lovely words— Why are they nothing but knives To my poor, tired soul? You’re kind, But my heart doesn’t know such kindness. My heart knows pain— The pain of lies, The pain of betrayal, The pain of loss. My love, You’re too pure for me. So pure it hurts to know You’ve been unlucky enough To fall for me.

August 2024, ℳ.ℳ

[primecashpro]

"शब्द द्वारा मनुष्य की आत्मा उठती है और कविता वह दिव्य वाहन है, जिससे वह आसमानी उड़ान भरता है। आज विश्व कविता दिवस पर, मैं हर कवि और कविता प्रेमी को यह शुभकामनाएं देता हूँ कि वह अपनी कला का समर्थन करें और उसे सभी के बीच फैलाएं।"

-रबीन्द्रनाथ टैगोर- विश्व कविता दिवस की ढेर सारी शुभकामनाएं।✒️✒️ . . .

[digicontact]

कविता की दुनिया में खो जाइए, और जगमगाती इस दुनिया को छोड़ दीजिए। अपनी भावनाओं को शब्दों में ढलाइए, और एक सुंदर गीत को नया जन्म दीजिए। …✒️ विश्व कविता दिवस की हार्दिक शुभकामनाएं।

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[thenamesnotatallrelevant]

P4J - 1

P4J – 1

Say yesand I’ll writepoetry about youall the daysof my life

[greengableswriting]

Autumn Poem

It’s almost Fall! I love this time of year, and so I thought I’d share this poem I wrote a couple years ago, let me know what you think!

Autumn 

The air is cool, the wind 

Spirals around the sky 

Shaking the trees 

So that the leaves 

Flutter and fall 

Down to the  

Ground, bits of  

Fire against the  

Dull grey sky, 

To be trampled by covered feet 

That run across the yard 

Into the warm 

Little house.

[sarahsaintanne]

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[poetry-lair]

I am the sea in the storm

that moves wildly

against the wind,

shaking the dark waters.

I am the flowers in spring

that bloom

at the sunlight,

releasing

all its colors and scents.

I am the words written in a book

that tells

many things,

but it hides many secrets

between the lines.

I am many things

constantly evolving.

Poem (C): Me

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[sircharlesthepoet]

Who Do You Look Up To?

Who Do You Look Up To?

When I say I look up to you.I don’t mean I aspire to be like you When I say that I look up to youI don’t mean I follow your path, Hoping to fall in line. When I say I look up to youYou may ask then, “what do you mean” If not to be like that person? When I say I look up to youWhy should I aspire to be anything, but perfect? When I say I look up to youYou have to understand no human is…

[sojc123]

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[thexhopefulxemokid]

Ever feel like changing your name and like flee the country? Not from an thirst for Adventure or anything like that. But rather that you care so much for so many people that you can’t possibly split your love and attention that much.

So you rather just go to an mountaintop away from any other humans because it’s better to be alone then to not give someone enough love.

Oh…..just me huh?

[jenkins-poetry]

I am the incurable romantic.

I am the incurable romantic

Ha how sweet!

I suppose you expect us to dance singing of roses and the beauty that seeps its way into everyday life. You want us to be fuelled by a love for the mundane, flirtations of nature with a butterfly tickelish fever that consumes our every being.

Well little do, you know that we lovers and admirers of the romance of society are some of the loneliest and most hypocritical people you will ever meet.

I can speak for myself in this regard at the very least.

For I adore the concept of the intertwined soul. The adolescent glances and slowly reaching hands that melts into interlocking fingers. This that transcends time it's self.

But unfortunately I have observed that most often in this life the things that we yearn for the most we will most indefinitely never receive.

And thus I remain an observer.

-Jenkins

(Extended)

Of pure smiles and warm hands, grazing warm faces pressing against warm lips

[bhagirath-rj]

[mariasebastian]