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belovedapollo · 5 months
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Love letter to my fiancé, S – please forgive my mistakes, English isn’t my first language 🖋️
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Love is the tender kiss, the playful gestures, the innocent laughter... the silent looks... ~ creatively-spirited-cam
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sakshinarula · 6 months
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Sometimes you are a passing thought that will never be a poem, the silence in a crowded room, the loneliness on the ceiling at midnight, the face on a song , the teeth on a song, a sty in my wet eye, a knife through the femur, the blood on my tongue, the desire on empty palms and sometimes I am.
-Bad Poetry and This Loving, Sakshi Narula
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lunalens · 6 months
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dreamerinthesun · 2 years
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I always thought loving people more than they love you it's weakness. But then I realised it's not. The fact I keep loving and falling in love over and over again means I'm strong enough to take it all into my heart and choose happiness over sorrow.
- falling in love makes me happy
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un-viaje-en-letras · 9 months
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"YA NO SE PUDO VOLVER"
Si me preguntas por ella, la verdad si la extraño, extraño su sonrisa, su risa, extraño la felicidad que sentía cuando estaba junto a ella.
A veces quisiera llamarla y decirle todo lo que siento pero me doy cuenta que ha pasado el tiempo y ahora soy un simple recuerdo.
Y pensar que en mi mente estarías para siempre conmigo y ahora no se como terminamos en este lugar tan vacío en el que somos dos simples desconocidos.
Pero ahora estas feliz sin mi y aquí estoy yo, preguntándome si alguna vez lo de nosotros fue real o si todo fue un juego para ti.
@mariipinete
@un-viaje-en-letras
@jose-javier-11
@mis-pensamientos-son-tuyos
@notas-del-dia
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srws01 · 5 months
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Teu amor, mentira fria,
Minha vaidade a querer,
Meu coração, poesia vazia,
Tu não consegues entender.
Não percebes que em meu mundo,
Um algo se perdeu,
Cortes profundos, profundos,
Separaram-me de ti, meu bem.
@srws01
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trustonlystars · 1 year
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Sometimes I oddly surprise myself, how a storm walks in and aims to destroy everything but before it does, it waits for my permission. And somedays I give in, but most days I ask it to step back and it does. That's the kind of power we hold, there's never a storm that walks in unannounced, there's always a whisper, always a sign. And I am surprised at how my heart is still learning to grow flowers at places that don't wish to see the sunshine anymore. And how love still sits on my fingertips, confused whether it's ready to let go? And I can't keep mine, but my heart settles down deeper when I watch someone else lose hope. And a heartbreak is still bearable, we can all survive it, but leaving hope at the door and walking in lifeless is what scares me, the empty eyes of the people I love is what terrifies me. And sometimes I am courageous enough to hold my own pain, we all are, but I can't see the same emptiness in someone else's eyes. Sometimes I surprise myself on how distant I have grown from my own stories that my emotions don't shake me anymore but yours would make me tremble. You see, hearts are like that, they'll bear it all in the name of love, but they also can't bear a slightest shift in the name of love.
- trustonlystars ✨
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hermitletters · 5 months
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You plucked flowers
Wove a wreath
Put it on my fingers
Kissed me on my cheek
I was yours and yours
Forever lost in you eyes
For I couldn’t find a lover
In whom i find respite
-sea
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starwill · 9 months
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lifeofamidwestpoet · 2 months
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your favorite song came to visit today
it brought flowers- a beautiful pink rose bouquet
and asked if even just for a little while, it could stay
i let it come in and take off it’s shoes
thinking just for a moment it could again be my muse
after a while we began to converse
but the longer it went on, the longer i realized it still hurt
you were still there in the little home you built
your laugh and your smile wouldn’t let me get over that guilt
it’s a ghost in my dreams
one that i can’t deceive
but one that every time i see it, it still paralyzes me
i don’t know why i broke your heart in the midst of the November gray
or the reason why i took my heart and threw it so far away
but your favorite song brought me flowers and asked if it could stay, today
-db
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unpoemamuybluest · 1 year
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No me dejes ir, si es que para ti esa vida que dejamos tuvo algún significado. No dejes que el olvido me borre de la geografía de tu memoria,no dejes que los mapas que te dirigen a mi nombre se pierdan, que ya nunca más algún objeto te devuelva mi nombre, aunque sea por casualidad. No me dejes ir por favor porque a estas alturas esa es la única esperanza que me queda, el saber que vivo en la mente de alguien que ame con todas mis fuerzas,hasta llegar a despojarme de todas ellas. Encuentrame entres tus sueños y deja que te invite a juntarnos las manos y la vida, la boca y los besos, como antaño, cuando creíamos que todo esto iba a durar para siempre.
Hoy, débil como siempre he sido, la única paz que anhelo es esa de caer inerte sobre tu recuerdo, que me entierres ahí adentro, y me guardes, quizás no como aquellas personas que llena de felicidad todos tus paisajes, sino como aquel cadáver de aquel que intento cambiar nuestras vidas,aquel cadáver que te suplica que lo vuelvas amar , aunque haya perdido tu amor en el intento.
😔😔😔😞😞😞💔💔
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WALTZ
Embrace life, as if it embraces reason Make touch the waltz of the heart Life, life, is a great emotion.
And it's all worth it, then, Even with the small soul The freedom of a bird, the happiness in the hand. ~ Valeria Pinto
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starsbringforthpoetry · 5 months
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soon
soon the months will pass with every single thing left unsaid.
soon you’ll forget my face while yours remains etched with damn ink in my head.
soon we’ll move on to the chapters of our separate lives, forget these pages ever entwined,
and never for once realizing all our brief moments were actually timed.
soon the hands of clocks will wipe off the already blurry smears of conversations we exchanged.
soon I’ll slip off this tightrope of infatuation, upon which I stand so very unbalanced.
soon you’ll be a distant memory, one that never ceases to bring a faint smile across my lips.
soon I’ll call you my first love knowing never did you care, not even a mere glitch.
soon I’ll stop prettying up like a doll: hoping —yearning— maybe for once it’s me for whom you’d fall.
soon, rather, more likely you’ll marry her in a shiny celebration hall.
soon after the months that passed, moments that faded, the pain I’ll bear
as I recall how I would lay writing in bed, odes to you, you’ll never even hear.
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thecorvinmartinet · 6 months
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A Life Without
A Life without you is life without.
‘Though I don’t seek thy divine compassion. 
I still hold to thee loosely so I’m not without.
My meandering Stupor brings satisfaction. 
Again I fell into Atrocity.
That is created by something divine. 
I blame myself with animosity. 
‘Though to you I yearn to consign.
Life with you in part is fine enough to me.
For I refuse to be niche and a cliché.
We’re of the same poles so I fear to push away ye.
That would then drag me down a former brae.  
You repulse to feelings that are concealed. 
So for your comfort I shall rest calmly.
This will give time for thoughts to be congealed
A life with your loss to me is costly.
Although I am thrown off by your odd ways. 
I hear tales of who took you in old times.
For I envy the soul who had those days. 
To discard you might be one of their greatest crimes.
I know you fear, so I will tread lightly.
The same fear that was given to us by our old. 
In eyes and ears I will rest quietly.
So, I will be ready to pounce once I’m told. 
‘Cause to your old master you are still bound. 
He has emancipated ye, be free!
For when you realize it will be confound. 
I amn’t a master but crawl to me. 
Although for now I’ll rest still and stagnant. 
My cascade of eagerness will be damned. 
I hate this era prior of coagment. 
For a life without is one to withstand.
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alexdelormepoetry · 9 months
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Lay beside me
Because every body
Needs a ghost
Alex Delorme
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