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soulinkpoetry · 4 months
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There will be maybe one or two people who will enter your life and leave their mark on you throughout your lifetime. Those kind of encounters you never forget them.
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Music score of Interstellar by Hans Zimmer
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maihonhassan · 1 month
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Reminding you a fact;
"Jo chorh gaya, wo kabhi tumhara tha hi nahi."
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"And then you're 30. The moon lives under your skin and the sun in your heart."
-it's my birthday <3333
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asterlune · 8 days
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fate - aster lune
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a-j-s-the-only · 6 months
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I was asked where I feel my emotions.
Sadness is in my throat, it chokes me. Fear is in my feet, I need to run. Anger is in my fists, I need to hurt someone.
I’m scared of my anger. Emotions are flags to alert us to act, I’m just afraid that I will do it the wrong way.
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One summer's day
If there comes a day
when words aren’t strong
know that my heart still longs on,
your youthful face
still haunts me to this day
a smile, made this world okay
broke through, left things undone.
All I wanted in those moments
was to fall in your arms
seek the comfort my reins denied
let you hold me
till the sun dies,
but soon those dreams fades
the mind wakes up
and I am left in this reality alone
seeking for the day
that you’ll come back to me
on one summer’s day.
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winterrfire · 3 days
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It's never about how ahead they are, It's how far I am left behind.
—Romaisa Yasmeen
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gentletulip · 1 month
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how are you supposed to feel worthy of something when you have gone your entire life only experiencing the opposite of what you want? i despise and feel enraged when people tell me that i must believe in myself, that this is the key that will open opportunies. maybe i do not think i am unlovable because i have a low self esteem. maybe i really think i'm smart and funny and interesting but when you are unnoticed and your presence seems to not make impact on a single person, you start to wonder. maybe some of us like themselves a whole lot but we feel like we should not do that. a fact is different from an opinion because the former expresses a reality and not a taste, so how can i know for a fact that all the good things within me are real and not a result of pure delusion - pushed by the instinctual human nature to think we are better than what we really are - if no one notices? we can love ourselves all we want but if we are doomed to be these ghosts who are present but not really, it is never going to be enough. at the end of all things, life is an act of showing off. we only exist if someone else looks our way; if they don't we are pure nothingness. and some of us have gone an entire life without that privilege.
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sofiaflorina2021 · 6 months
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From the book "Solitaire" (2014) by Alice Oseman. You know, I prefer to be a linguist than a poet.
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onlylivingforwords · 8 months
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In the heart of the old town there's a parkland with old trees Old buildings, narrow streets, a perfume of lemon in the air It's september, still summer And I like the way the wind stirs up the leaves in the gutter The quiet warm afternoon Poetry in the detail
Dans le cœur de la vieille ville, je traverse le parc aux vieux arbres Le parfum des citronniers circule entre les vieux bâtiments, les ruelles Nous sommes septembre, c'est encore l'été, chaud et salé Et j'aime la tranquillité de l'après-midi écrasé de soleil La façon dont le vent pousse les feuilles sèches dans le caniveau La poésie dans le détail
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royallas-gallery · 6 months
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peaceful
And I take a moment to sit and not think of flaws,
Watch the clouds and brush the oars
Of the sky with my weary, calloused hand
Under me nothing trembles, silent is the land.
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soulinkpoetry · 5 months
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Solitude is such a flirt, but who can resist such promises of peacefulness. He says , we don’t have to talk, grab some tea and breathe… just breathe.
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maihonhassan · 1 month
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vo ek hī chehra to nahīñ saare jahāñ meñ
jo duur hai vo dil se utar kyuuñ nahīñ jaatā
وہ ایک ہی چہرہ تو نہیں سارے جہاں میں
جو دور ہے وہ دل سے اتر کیوں نہیں جاتا
- Nida Fazli ~ ندا فاضلی
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I am the honey singed with fire a train carriage named desire and a rage, and a fear you’ll never know cause love never goes it just becomes a monster. 
Carolina Outcrop, These Dark Journeys
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thatkavayitri · 2 months
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List of characters I am willing to write one shots and imagines about:—
Harry Potter:—
Draco Malfoy
Harry Potter
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Hermione Granger
Ginny Weasley
Ron Weasley
Cedric Diggory
Twilight
Only the Twilight part and the new moon (i have read only books so anything regarding the movies, i don't really know)
Jacob Black
Edward Cullen
Brahmastra
Shiva
Disney
Elsa
Flynn Rider
Celebrities
Tom Hiddleston
Tom Felton
Emma Watson
Cilian Murphy
Benedict Cumberbatch
Extras:—
Poem Requests:—
You can dm me regarding that and please mention the theme, title etc in the format given below.
Name:
Type of poem request:
Theme:
Title (you want it to be):
Incidents happened with you: (optional)
This format is only for the poem requests.
Yours truly,
thatkavayitri🖤
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gh0ulkitty · 4 days
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I am a cat
I am nothing to you if I will not serve
My fangs are too sharp; they don’t fit my pretty face
My aloof nature is standoffish; not fit for subservience
But oh, my fur, it’s so beautiful and soft
My walk, it’s so graceful and poised
What is my furs purpose, if you can not pet it?
What is my walks purpose, if you can not pick me up?
Beneath the soft of my paws
Like hidden weapons, waiting to tear
The claws sit in waiting
The only part of me
That can not serve you
What are my claws purpose, if they can only harm you?
Bound to femininity
Bound to be misunderstood
Bound to be underestimated
I am a cat
I am my own
I am my beautiful fur, my poised gait
I am my sharp fangs
And they want to take my claws
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