#emotional poetry

[belleandre-belle]

Ramsey Nasr, at Khalid & Sophie. Dutch writer and actor. Heartfelth emotional piece for the victims of Gaza🙏🏼🤲🏼✨💕🇵🇸🕊️

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[hmooncreates]

honey sweet

is a zine that showcases poetry written by h moon. the poetry ranges from romantic to serious to silly. poetry can be used as a kind of therapy for many people including me. 

i was first encouraged to write poetry by a late professor so i would like to dedicate this collection to him. i thank him for all that he taught me and all the ways that he helped at a particularly bad time for me.

the poems included in this zine are

With You fancy things ribcage story magic bugs disturbed off the shelf a prayer to the god of knowledge

TRIGGER WARNINGS: implied disassociation, religion, bugs, doll imagery

$3 on itch.io || ko-fi

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[ohhiitsradcat]

the emptiness echoes

a mournful lament of

discontent for a life

full of wonder lost

on a journey to find

the meaning of

love and happiness

-Cassandra Coxon

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[ramblingsofaporcelainheart]

I am standing in the shadows,

Peter with denial fresh on his lips

I am screaming at the darkling sky

Mary seeing her worst fear made manifest

I am suffering my deserved punishment

Sorrowful man on the cross next to you

Worst of all,

I am raising the hammer to strike

Hardened soldier with bloody hands

I am watching you die

I am killing you

You are dying

You are… praying for me?

“Lord forgive me”

Father forgive them

“What have I done?”

They don’t know what they’re doing

You breathe your last breath

I finally see the Light

And the blood on my murderous hands

Covers and washes me clean

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[deweyedlikethedoes]

black maple,

wrapped in bolts and clamps and wires,

its smoky, earthy syrup contrasts

with mulberry,

cascading into different flowers,

its sweet, delectable berries;

i'll let you guess which tree i am.

one tree is beauty, soul and grace,

and all the inherent goodness in the world intertwined.

the other is entangled in only God knows what,

constant inner musings and machinery.

one tree is open,

more approachable, free.

while the other tree is not.

mulberry is prone to revelation,

whereas maple is drizzled in isolation.

bolts and clamps and wires have always made their home in my heart;

that's why when words lunge at me, i feel them as art.

though it unsettles you,

it is like a tart balm to me;

that is what makes us different,

two vast trees.

onlookers tap into my tree,

they sip the sap i mull upon.

i think they get more out of mulberry

than they do out of me,

and though we are different when we are chopped down,

i love you all the same.

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[phrasedwithout]

by the pressures of modern life

the bleak outlook on its future

i find myself unable to go any further

unless someone goes beside me

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[toxins-private-collection]

I live in the extremes.

Frozen from starvation, burning alive from overeating.

My emotions are volatile and like a computer with ads screaming “danger!”

When I love you, I will make you everything.

You are in the sunlight, the clothes I wear, the pleasures I take.

But when I hate you, your very existence will destroy me.

The sight of you will override my mind, demolish all joy, invade my peace.

The switch from one to the other and back is overwhelming and constantly changing. 

I am an extreme, and I hope you can handle it

Because I sure can’t.

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[hayatheauthor]

When I was a kid I used to hate being compared to my sisters. I used to think it meant that people only saw me as a second version of them.

But now I feel so silly for thinking that way. Because I realised I have parts of them just as they have parts of me.

They are the ones that taught me it was okay to be myself because I saw them be that way.

They taught me to accept myself and helped me grow into who I am.

Some of us are so awfully alike. And some of us are so different but have small similarities others won't notice. And that's okay.

Because the parts that we hold of each other is a testimony to our love and childhood bond.

It doesn't mean that I'm a second them. It means I hold parts of their personality that helped me form myself. It means I am their younger sister.

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[ourburningbridges]

Life’s Beauty Marks

learning to love and embrace your ACNE beauty marks. nature is gorgeous.

i love my blemishes,

a new scar everyday.

my flesh is alive

and that’s okay.

they’re only beauty marks,

graced on the space

on my back, up my shoulders

and on my face.

i love to be alive,

with skin that breathes.

the strength in my guts

puts me at ease.

they’re only natural,

you’re human just like me.

don’t let the vigor on my vessel

be all you see.

-I.F.L 🫁

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[lonerangerr]

Last Night, I saw a meteorite (falling star) in the sky, I hastily made a wish from it.

The falling star laughed and said "You think someone who is already falling can make you rise; who is already broken can make you adjoin??"

Then suddenly it disappeared from my sight, leaving me confused and unanswered.

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[eratohitomi]

She lights up when she is with you

I can be the tragedy that you thought was a rainbow when it’s pouring rain with thunderstorms.

I won’t be your worst nightmare as I might dress up slightly to cover the flaws that I didn’t want you to see it yet.

I am like the cold that won’t go away  built with the hope that you’ll warm me up with a coffee and a side of Tiramisu.

You are a dream, like a breath of fresh air and you make me feel like I am on cloud nine just by hearing your voice.

Your smile lingers around as if it could snap me out of a bad dream almost that, even if I lock myself in the darkest chamber of mine and wander in there you would be there, still.

I can see the sun setting reflecting in your eyes and I light up when I am with you.

I almost called it quit, but hey, we made it.

P/S: I meant to post it before the breakup, but I was too busy being in love then.

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[emmilynwrites]

Moving On.

I had hope in us.

I had faith in what we could be.

But tonight I pack my tote,

And leave this barren heath.

This building with four walls and a door.

That was supposed to be a home.

The site of where we became torn.

As I drive, I'm blown away.

I want to celebrate.

I would be absolutely right to.

I should be elated.

But what I would give for just one more fight.

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[ohhiitsradcat]

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[ramblingsofaporcelainheart]

Unconditional love.

Love. Without condition. Without reason, without requirement, without demand.

To let go of condition is to let go of ego, of expectation, of pride.

My hands overflow with ego, my offerings weighted with expectation, my self offered only with the demand of appreciation. Self protection elevated to my heart's pinnacle, how can I love like that?

Unconditional foolishness, more like, for how can being torn apart make me whole? Let them hurt me? No no, I can protect myself, I am strong. The humble are taken advantage of. I am me. In me l put my trust.

Still.

Can me be enough? I am king of my walled in castle, god of my inner world, and it is so lonely. Full of condition, even in the recesses of my own heart. What if safety has been the foolishness all along?

Love is an easy word. A word to say without thought. But the multitudes it contains? To walk through those without condition? Mercy. Grace. Kindness. Selflessness. Compassion. Tenderness. Honesty. Generosity.

Foolishness. Foolishness! It will tear me apart, You will tear me apart! Do not ask, do not ask, lead me not outside of my lonely kingdom!

Lead me not into the storm with Your promise of green lands and laughing streams. Do not offer me a hope so wonderful as love without condition.

You would rob me of myself. Tear from me my walls of protection. Force me to care for those who would wrong me.

Traitor feet, leaping onto the waters, do not follow the albatross into the storm. He says, courage, but I am sore afraid.

Though the inner wall of the storm tears at every dead and unholy part of me, the peace in the eye is complete. I am still too dead, too unholy to stay here, but for a moment I can see. Strength without pride. Humility without cowardice. Identity without selfishness.

To be whole is to be poured out. To be strong is to be meek. To be great is to be least. To be safe is to offer everything.

To love unconditionally. Is to become nothing but Love Himself. And I am slowly learning.

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[deweyedlikethedoes]

teacher once told me i was like a lion,

a silent lion; i didn't have to roar for my presence to be heard,

i could simply just be, and my being demanded to be felt.

ten years later,

i'm not so sure,

because i don't feel like a lion,

and i don't walk like one either.

i feel like more of a dandelion.

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[phrasedwithout]

nevermind

hopes and dreams dying once again

like a withered cherry tree

blooming one final time

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