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takingstockofwhatmattersmost · 3 days

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passion alights my veins...like wildfire eager to ignite the night with every glance aching for delivery, i tremble with desire each breath a scandal...a silent caper in the quiet, our bodies speak in magnitudes words unspoken but known in every touch tranquil, the vessel for our love's blooms where every pause is a promise, a clutch

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heartofmuse · 1 year

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The wind blows and you come riding every color of dusk. You flood my heart like the colors flood the sky with a myriad of shades, tones and hues in such a perfect harmony, your sublime beauty enraptures my soul.

e.v.e.

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nikithathampy · 9 months

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What power in me held as I bruised

Everything, everything spun, in my mind, and around, racked by the chaos of a voice that couldn't outcry

Brute force took over my body, my eyes , my senses as in odd angles it bend and my mind shrivelled, even tears felt cold in here

Someone, somewhere called out my name, such a caress, such pain, as the world came rumbling down, I floated along, if happily, for a second

Cracks bellowed, pealing my deafening ears, my bones I realised, but shrouded in hitched breaths a plea crooned from far away, that voice

That voice that yelled, in my mind I met those eyes, agonising and bloodied, as it watched me break, trying to save my grip that was now slipping away

Inbetween the pain and the sobs, I memorized, the smiles that made our lips, the warmth of touch in this cold damp place, those twinkling eyes, those crying beautiful eyes

My heart warmed to the now receding voice, knowing I was not alone was enough, knowing my pain was understood was enough, everything was said, everything

As the silence grew, I knew, with a severe clap it snapped, a home to such beautiful memories, such agony and pain, longing all laid to rest, my mind splintered.

~nt

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mortalghost · 1 year

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I'm marked along the jagged lines of clear illusion and utter lies. Risen far above the memories of trust in you and a living frenzy.

Betrayed by someone who swore on lies and drowned in cries. Far beyond the moments where I couldn't see through all of these torments.

How could I trust the words that came from someone I couldn't believe?

The mirror image shows that it wasn't you but always me.

-H. Murcia 2:51PM 3/23/2023

#twcpoetry #writerscreed #writeundertheinfluence #poetryportal #writtenconsiderations #poeticstories #inspireamuse #dead poets society #new poets community #been a while #depression #mortalghost #creedatelier #poetscreed #trying

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disruptivebychoice · 11 months

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I told myself,

One day

but surely,

That did fade

I gave up

And the cheers stopped

but today,

I know that one more day

is how i keep what i have

it's a life's work

and I can't be led astray

Today,

I must stay.

#poeticstories #poetryportal #twcpoem #poetrycreed #creedatelier #writtenconsiderations #inkstay #writerscreed #wutispotlight

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burningmuses · 5 months

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RUINS

because isn’t there a beauty in ruins? isn’t that why people came all the way to rome, to stare at the crumbling pillars melting into ivy, letting that living vine lift where stones could not? isn’t there something breath-taking about a burial ground, filled with moss-covered headstones you dig your nails into, pulling away with palms full of green and rust and the shadow of a ghost? because ruins are like a wounded mother, bleeding but still fighting, teeth bared. because ruins mean someone, ages ago, isn’t forgotten. here is where she walked, here is where she ran. here is where she laid under the sky and let herself feel small, feel infinitely unknown beneath a sky full of things she couldn’t name. because i am a ruin—did you see the marble of my throat, where he chipped away at it? did you see the vines that are crawling across my chest? it’s been so long since something touched my heart. did you see the cobwebs in the corners of my eyes? i’ve kept them shut for so long.

give me a reason to open them.

–by @falteringperceptions

***Kevin’s Note: This was from 2013 and from when I was a BLUE TAG POETRY EDITOR here on tumblr. Yes, there used to be editors here on tumblr that were "supposed" to sift through mountains of poetry and "TAG" them for others to read without having to search. This was also when I started the Recognizing The Voiceless (RTV) reblog blog and was deep-diving into the lesser known poetry of the day. Back then it was before Yahoo! bought tumblr and added all the BS ads you see now. There were many more writers and poets here and created the Tumblr Writing Community (TWC). It would take me hours to TAG the ten best poems IMHO…we only were allowed 10 tags and there were only ten of us I believe. All this is to say…the above piece is STUNNING to me…it was back then, and it still is today! There are stunning pieces on tumblr today, but there were sooooo many more back in the day. Doesn’t have anything to do with you poets, it’s just a numbers game really. More writers to read and more time to read them. I LOVE you all…mean it!***

#poetry #spilled ink #creative writing #free verse #writerscreed #twcpoetry #inspireamuse #poets on tumblr #creedatelier #art

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 8 months

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"Every man somewhere in the world has a woman right beside him, who was created just for him. She is no better than the others,

but she is the only one he really needs. And every woman, too, has such a man;

But few lucky people meet each other."

~Unknown

Art | by Faith Gözenç

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stoxxgaleriaderte · 10 months

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"Abstract Distance"

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super8jack · 2 years

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There is no more to be

Than we already are

Though I work 40 a week

Though I lose track of that which I seek

There is no more to be

Than we already are

Oh what we do for a dollar

Swap the leash for a collar

Most people don’t bother

To see the pain of those without

In America

We fear less more than death

Still there is no more to be

Than we already are

Who is accountable

For a system that fails us

old white cars

Wretched with rust

But remember

There is no more to be

Than we already are

-S8J

6/9/22

#inspireamuse #poetryriot #creedatelier #spilled ink #creative writing #free verse #writerscreed #twcpoetry #original art #art #quotes #quoteoftheday #writersociety #writerscorner #button poetry #orignal poem #original poetry #orignal writing

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rabbruad1 · 2 years

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Love can do a lot to heal the world. ~ Hate can do a lot to make it rot.

Bruce Adler

#bitsofstarglow #writerscreed #poeticstories #poetryportal #twcpoetry #inkstay #writtenconsiderations #creedatelier #power of love #power of hate #love/hate #lifequotes #poets on tumblr #spilled ink

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takingstockofwhatmattersmost · 1 month

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Mixed Realities

her skin absorbs all color eats it and all i can do is stare

i am the absence of all color i lack so...i want crave lust knead need her

we are the grey the storm the future

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heartofmuse · 2 years

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Come dwell with me underneath these pink skies, hold my hand, and I will hold your heart.

e.v.e.

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nikithathampy · 7 months

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Can it ever be that another knows one entirely?

One should know the scars that marks them,

Over heaves held with fists in the hair,

The punching, the thrashing of prostate limbs

Claws digs deeps on shoulders lend for other's miseries

Wounds hereto not, opens up on that wonderous skin-

Wish, Wish, Wish, one time the demon comes,

Onto it's back could fling oneself and all and be gone

- When one's voice is their own favourite, its feverish grating grows to be too

But bittersome is that which escapes to hear,

Pitiful is one to self when the light one hates hits the eyes

Words becalmed, woes prefers their own company now

Breathe every second of every day to keep alive

Laughter in the pits of one's stomach, don't mind

But one hopes, hopes for another before self to understand,

As one struggles to empty the cassettes in the brain,

To heal, one craves another's love to learn to love

But even against plain kindness and unthreatened patience,

How can one who is lost guide another to self

Despite the immeasurability of resonance with another,

Can one still ever truly unstitch those wounds once sealed shut,

Unmask and release the floods held so far

One needs another to see the raw stretches the mirror alone sees

Know every happiness

Know every sunset

Know one like one knows oneself best

Know another like one knows oneself best.

It can, can't it?

Know me more like I know myself.

~nt

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mortalghost · 2 years

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It's cold outside as February roars. While the light fades away later, I've failed to notice. I'm still lost. The world goes on, and I don't know. I can't let go.

My steps ring hollow during the coming storm. My bones feel weak; my spirit is broken. I crumble and clutch my chest, hoping to catch a breath. I fade. Am I defying gravity, or am I accepting my fate?

My blood runs cold, and my soul refuses to accept it. I am desolate.

When will this pain finally go away and be put to rest?

-H. Murcia 9:13 PM 2/21/2022

#writerscreedchallenge #poetryportal #writeblrcafe #writeundertheinfluence #poeticstories #writtenconsiderations #twcpoetry #poetwhispers #brokensoulsreborn #inkstay #creedatelier #mortalghost #weekly prompt #my writing #i miss you #for you #dad #thank you #my poetry

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disruptivebychoice · 1 year

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I sing for the stars

Aim for the moon

And shine like the sun

Fighting the nightmares

That make me run~

#poeticstories #writerscreed #twcpoetry #poetryriot #poetryportal #inkstay #writeundertheinfluence #creedatelier

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mypoeticsoul-ny · 2 years

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“Someone else’s tears are just water”

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