poetryandpanties - Tumblr blog

poetryandpanties · 5 months

Text

Soul Ties

You didn’t know it then, but I needed that.

That hug from you.

Like a ballon my emotions released

I felt lighter immensely from your touch

With your arms out I closed my eyes

Wishing this embrace would

Last forever

Because I needed this

I longed for this

I yearned for this

Your heart to mine

You pull me in closer

As if to say I’ll carry your load

I am here to stay

A sigh of relief

I bet….

You didn’t know

That I needed that hug from you

That sense of protection

Just knowing you got me

Like I got you

#spilled words #soulmates #111 #love quote tumblr #love language #wnq-writers #life quotes #relationship goals #wnq writers #exerpts from a book i'll never write #female writers #writeblr #fall vibes #qotd #lit #poetrycorner #visual poem #love #love poem

1 note · View note

poetryandpanties · 10 months

Text

Foreplay

We were never right for each other

We should have never locked eyes

We should have never exchanged words

Had a first kiss,

Felt

butterflies and I—

I should have never obsessed over your smile.

Most importantly, I

Should

have never pictured what our kids would like

Or gave them

names.

…And to be honest this love

never had a fighting chance.

And while I do enjoy playing pretend

I could never play dress up for you.

3 notes · View notes

poetryandpanties · 1 year

Text

Temptations

I don’t want your flowers

if they come with conditions

I don’t need a rough draft

With all these revisions.

For, I never looked for love

In all the wrong places

That’s like —-

inviting the devil into spaces

that are sacred.

Those snake eyes

And warm smile

Always has me smitten.

But, it’s the audacity for my heart

to question my intuition.

Yet, if I was submissive

Would you get on one knee?

And if I said no, would you know how to leave?

But, I never looked for love

In all the wrong places

That’s like —-

inviting the devil to spaces

that are sacred.

9 notes · View notes

poetryandpanties · 1 year

Text

Be. Gentle

Were you kind to yourself today?

Have you examined your physical scars and remembered that you are a warrior?

Did you tell yourself, well done

for giving it all you’ve got and trying something new; even if you made a mistake during your first attempt?

Did you at least hug yourself for making it here

and fighting voices in your head that said

you weren’t pretty enough

Good enough

Strong enough?

Did you make every inch of yourself feel good—

and I mean, every nook and cranny from your crooked smile to your tired feet.

Did you check in on yourself today and give yourself a shoulder to lean on when you couldn’t get out of bed

Did you tell yourself I love you…

Even if you’ve never heard those words uttered from someone else before.

Well... did you?

2 notes · View notes

poetryandpanties · 2 years

Text

Treasures

Her life was in trash bags,

moving from easy streets to hard places because of life’s tough lessons, trials, and tribulations. Those trash bags were her journey. Those trash bags were her memories. For in those trash bags were her heartbreaks, her dreams, her successes, her breakups, her wins, her loses.

Those trash bags weren’t trash at all..they were treasures for her keep sake.

She owned them.

She had rights to them.

Those trash bags were a heavy load, but her accountability.

That’s right! She owned her shit.

All of it.

And everyday she picked her valuables up with dignity

and she kept it pushing.

3 notes · View notes

poetryandpanties · 2 years

Text

Don’t Call Me Beautiful

Him: “But beautiful, I love you” …

Her: “ Don’t call me beautiful

and don’t come to my window.

Your words of reassurance used to seduce me

but now,

I listen as your tongue twists up with

beautiful lies.

You stand in the rain

at my window pane

trying to find a way to say that you’re sorry

but darling,

All I can see is a red flag waving by.

So Fool—don’t dare call me beautiful

And get away from my window!

For you’re a red flag walking

and everywhere you go,

that red flag follows

I see them… but do you.

Well, do you? “

2 notes · View notes

poetryandpanties · 2 years

Note

What is it that you feel separates you from other writers, and what is your ultimate goal with writing?

Great questions. I appreciate it ♥️

As a writer: I believe everyone has their own unique voice. Some writers illustrate their own lived experiences and point of view in their poetry. My own personal journey portrayed through words in my poetry makes it different from other writers because it’s my OWN narrative. Regarding to how I write my poetry..I love a good story! I like to give a narrative through my poetry too. Some of my pieces may have a happy or bad ending /-and some pieces may be witty, have a twist, or end with sarcasm if you catch it 😉

My ultimate goal: Just to release my feelings and then move forward. I just want to heal and grow as an individual through my writing and if I can support others in the process, that’s fulfilling as well. I love when people relate to my experiences and tell me I have helped them move forward or had a breakthrough. In the near future, I am sure I will release a poetry book because why not! Thanks for your support and reading ♥️

#lit #wnq-writers #spilled words #ask me things #poetrygram #life quotes #art #poetrysociety #q&a session #creative #creative writing #writers #words #black poetry #poetrycorner #poem #writers on tumblr #female writers

1 note · View note

poetryandpanties · 2 years

Note

Can you stay strong? I'm not saying you're weak, we all need strength some time and thus me sending it ahead of time, Can you stay focused? I'm not implying that you're distracted, it's just that we often get stagnant without knowing, Can you smile just little but more? I don't even know you but if by chance our smiles greet, I'd know it's you, Can you close your eyes right wherever you are and just inhale, Chin up crown straight Queen

I love the way this is worded! The answer is yes Still standing.. Crown is sitting tall and straight 💕✨☺️

1 note · View note

poetryandpanties · 2 years

Text

Cleanse

That day-

After you left,

The Clouds knew my heart

the rain came down harder than I’ve ever seen before

I danced in the roaring thunder for

hours without realizing that you

were even gone.

As the lightening blew up the sky

I remained still.

Inhaling and exhaling,

patiently waiting for a bolt

to strike me down

but somehow it missed.

On the 7th day—

the rain finally slowed

and the sun finally showed it’s face.

And I felt like myself again.

That day—

after you left,

The clouds heard my heart

The sun filled me with light

And the rain understood just what I needed—

A new start without you in it.

6 notes · View notes

poetryandpanties · 3 years

Note

10 years from now what picture do you want your poetry to paint?

Any portrait that illustrates or celebrates liberation ✨💕 becoming into your own. That shows Self-love, confidence, and raw truth.

2 notes · View notes

poetryandpanties · 3 years

Text

It’s More Than Enough

We want what we want,

until we don’t want it anymore.

We need who we need,

until we don’t need them anymore.

We love who we love, until love doesn’t love us back

well then— we are forced to love someone else, find something else or better yet, we just learn to love ourselves.

Long story short… I have always been what I always needed

Every. Single. Damn. Time.

Did you think it was you?

3 notes · View notes

poetryandpanties · 3 years

Text

Love Found Her

Anyway

He said, “I love you.”

Those were the exact words uttered that she tried to avoid all her life. He mouths it again, but she chose to have selective hearing. Love. She did everything she could to avoid it. Everything. But, love still did everything not to avoid her. For this love was real. And she felt it. He was her person.

4 notes · View notes

poetryandpanties · 3 years

Text

If Love had a Name

I don’t want

Your love

A love that makes me wait

I don’t know this to be love

A love that makes me wonder

For if love had a feeling

I would describe it best as numb

And If love had a face I pray

It wouldn’t be identical to

Yours —-

I’m sorry

I don’t know you to be love.

And if this very thing

that we share is

called, “love”

Well then...

I don’t want to remember its name

8 notes · View notes

poetryandpanties · 3 years

Text

StuntDouble

Stunt Double

And somehow,

she, and I switched roles.

She deserves an Oscar

she almost looks like me!

Her wild laugh, her flawless skin, and southern

hospitality—

Well played, my dear...flattered

but it’s me he lusts for!

So,

go home now

and study your lines some more.

For—no one remembers

the stunt double.

4 notes · View notes

poetryandpanties · 3 years

Text

Good Fight

I see you.

I know how it feels to chase after your mind, that’s running after your heart, that’s trying to catch up with your entire. reason. for being.

I know how it feels to dig way deep down into the grave after feeling buried 6 ft under glancing over yourself In regret. You can’t help but want to save yourself.

I feel you.

Just know that even if you don’t have one ounce of fight left in your naked body, your heart still pumps for you —to remind you that, you are still in THIS world!

So put up a good fight! You have to do it for you.

I know how it feels.

To say enough is enough and get it done. I know what it is like to give it my all and really push myself to go for it. Not just for what I want, but for what I need!

I know how it feels.

To barely be here, but still want to be here and give it a good shot to actually make a plan and go for it and come out a winner!

But, I also know how it feels.

To hit the pavement face first. To fail and not get up,

to cry and not get up

to lay and not feel like getting back up—

Until,

I pick myself back up.

And up.

Then up.

And up

and up some more until I finally find myself standing on my two feet.

So, if I can do it

you can do it too.

Now go on—give it your best fight.

And if I know you to be a fighter like me,

you’ll stay standing too.

17 notes · View notes

poetryandpanties · 3 years

Text

Red Flags

A man who doesn’t have a plan for himself

can’t possible have a plan with you in his future.

For—this man walks in circles.

Red flags. You’ve seen them didn’t you.

Don’t be a fool.

Don’t follow him,

For I learned the hard way,

that a man with no plan for himself

Will lead you straight into self- destruction.

5 notes · View notes

poetryandpanties · 3 years

Text

Tsunami

I love the ocean.

Her waves want to

Embrace me with hugs

And cradle my worries away

Yet, I can’t swim.

So I just gaze into her ocean eyes

and love her from a distance.

She was so majestic so beautiful -

She was my safe haven

I would crawl to her feet if she let me be

I would dive between her waves if she’d let me have my way

Shit.. I’ll lay in her seabed

But I can’t swim!

So I wait...

Wait—While others paddle into her

waters diving in for a goodnight swim.

I sometimes wonder why

they’d never made it back to shore.

Maybe they drowned in her deep blue waters.

Those Lucky bastards.

4 notes · View notes