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hotpinkbarbie · 1 year
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WHY DO U SEARCH FOR LOVE AND KNOCK ON EVERY DOOR YOU SEE? ITS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, YOU IDIOT.
my mother cried because i was curled up in bed. it was, as if, she could feel my heart's weight but all it did was anchor her by my side. my brother (6) lay in bed with me when i was sick. he said "i don't care if i get sick i just want to be with you and i just want you to stop feeling sad."
there was this girl who smiled at me and called my name every time it rained. it's like she knew the downpour made my bones ache a little less.
she held onto me, not on anyone in the crowd surrounding her. her frenzied hands interlocked with mine as i pulled her in. "stop crying. it makes me sad" i begged.
my friend gifted me a book. i found her kisses stashed inside the pages.
and yes, i haven't had much encounters with love, because people are afraid to show how much they care, but if this is all i get? i'll die a happy death.
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sparklinghumanworld · 7 months
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~rupi kaur
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ugly ; im so tired of looking in the mirror
and not seeing the goddess I want to be
hiding my skin with an array of masks
gorging my eyes out
when I look at us
me and myself in the mirror
I crack myself open into two
hoping one of the other versions of me
sprouts and turns into a butterfly
this dysmorphia is causing me to go mad
perishing my self
to the dungeon of my room
hiding in the tomb
away from the sun
away from the world
so I wouldn't have to deal with the pain
that my insecurities give
'mom, why cant I be pretty?'
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gothicvamperstein · 1 year
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Even if I'm in a bit of a reading slump, at least I manage to very much enjoy reading some poetry in front of the lit fireplace, where the poems pack as much of a punch as the single malt Scottish whisky I'm drinking. . . . #fridayreads #currentlyreading #currentread #poetrycollection #poems #poetryislife #poetryandwhisky #bookrecommendations #bookrecommendation #bookstagram #bibliophile #bookworm #bookdragon #ilovebooks #ilovereading #ilovepoetry #booksaremagic #readingissexy #booksareneveroutoffashion @michaelfaudet https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn7YBlKr4Ob/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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rrnoall · 1 year
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Herding shadows on a Monday . . . #rrnoall #denver #coloradocoffee #coffeeshop #poetrycommunity #tumblrquotes#goodvibes #quotesforlife #instawriters #wordporn #wordsforlife #wordplay #ilovepoetry #amreading #readingnook #selflove #poetryporn #poetryforthesoul #poetryaccount #bookstagram #lifequotes #coffeelover #shadows (at Denver, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck8_MJLpdR7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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trixie-and-ames · 2 years
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The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky— No higher than the soul is high. –Edna St. Vincent Millay #ednastvincentmillay #ilovepoetry #poems #poetrylover https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj5cgh7LF1M/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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yamspoken · 2 years
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My Life — A Child
I wish it was more to clear to define.
What does it mean to be Latine?
A mixture of both melanin and light pigments,
A group of people seeded into poverty, yet divine.
I live a life that does not feel like mine.
I am a young Hispanic women — a little girl in the public eye.
What does it mean to be a child?
In a generation where I can't waste time.
The youth can no longer be youthful if our future is at risk to die.
When I was in middle school, I joined debate team
stuttered a few times in the start,
always won whether for or against in high school,
It was then when I learned how to defeat white lies.
It sounds easy to say,
To write letters to Administrators on how I've experienced racism, unfair treatment due to my religion, to say I've tried to make my second home feel home again.
It's long overdue for school to be undisguised.
A place meant to be the space for youth to be educated, but these books tell stories that aren't acknowledging my ancestors.
I cannot learn where I do not belong.
In buildings with more security than advisors for our mental state of being.
A system that determines my intelligence off scores and statistics.
To be young, in a world where your age determines maturity.
I am fighting for the education I deserved since the start.
A better system for those who stand with me to rebuild what we must — a learning space where every child is asserted that they belong.
I am a young Latina activist, speaking for the children who are experiencing the same or worse than I.
They want us to learn in a system that cover up what they hide.
We must fight for our education system to make our future right.
I'm done with society praising classism.
My city is being gentrified, new buildings after buildings, unaffordable for the colored residents who are forced to leave, it is only then when the resources come to light, but I guess we must be rich or white.
The people have power, but the youth have more.
Our education comes first they say,
So it'll be the first one we also fight to change.
For us now,
for the children in our future,
The future that is also ours.
- A.Y
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poetrywithwinnie · 2 years
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#authorwinnieross #poetrynight #urbanpoetry #traveling #poetryoninstagram #buttonpoetry #dreams #blackpoetrymatters #packpoetry #poetryofinsta #instapoetrygram #instapoetry #ilovepoetry #poetryislife #seasonspoetry #poetrynation #bymepoetryfeaturedpoet #makeblackoutpoetry #urdupoetryworld #writersofig #poetrycommunityofig #poetryisntdead #blackwriter #blackart #blackpoetrycommunity #poetrysociety #blackpoetsofinstagram #blackops #blackout https://www.instagram.com/p/CfnRnLoOiI4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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apoetsloft · 2 years
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Ascending
I am ascending until my soul kisses the moon
until my pen finesses a Sunday sun
until I gleam as pearls in Winter 
until I am the woman my ancestors prayed for 
until I rise with God’s ambiance 
I am ascending until simple pleasures learn my name
Hot tea vibes in the metropolis 
I am ascending until the tears turn into glittered rivers 
until I rise with the butterfly’s fragrance 
I am woman….therefore my skin mimics chocolate bars
and my smile holds healing for ransom 
I can give glee and defiance at the same time 
I can hand over love without thought 
Ascending until my poetry blends with Sunday rains 
Until fear has no reason to hold me. 
-@Arisopoetic 
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'A Hopeful Heart' Prompt Poem for @mlhmusings using 'Raindrops of Hope' January prompt . . . . . #mlhmusingsprompts #travelwithmestranger #poetryismytherapy #poetryisanart #poetrylovers✒️ #mywords #mythoughtsinwords #pursuitofhappiness #spilledwords #modernpoetry #freeversepoetry #poetryslam #poetrybook #poetryofthesoul #soulpoetry #hopewriters #hopequotes #healingpoetry #healingjourney #readpoetry #poetrybyme #readpoetryprompts #poetrybyme #poetrycommunityofinstagram #ilovepoetry #freeverse #healingfromtrauma #mentalhealthblogger #therelatablepoetry #womenwriters #poetsmatrix (at Hopeful) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn0DBX2BNG9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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rainypayne · 1 year
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Right….
I hope my silence didn’t linger too long to be forgotten.
I needed to forgive myself enough to pick up a pen.
To chase a chance a dream again.
Forgive me.
My heart had to sift through the thicket of shit life threw at me.
I had to heal before I can feel anything.
Before I could rummage through the reasons I chose to chase my dreams; that aren’t really running. …Right?
I had to replace patience with pertinence.
Me being backed in a corner by a curse; I caused this pause upon self.
My heart anchored hope; a blessing though it’s glimpse was a glimmer.
I found myself in a place a had to leverage my creative integrity.
But, sometimes certain situations suffocate what we wish to create…. Right?
So I’m asking for a second third chance.
As writing is the reason for my forgiveness and patience with the pain.
All the breaths between the broken beats of heart breaks.
The silent melodic symphonies posed as requiems to the recently decaying deceased parts of me.
The cause and the cure and for sure and for certain.
A wish fulfilled.
That my will will bring back what I feel like a fiery fever to be
right.
Rainy Payne
@RainyPayne
#writing #poetsoninstagram #poetry #ilovepoetry #rightasrain #instapoet #spokenwordartist #justfuckingwrite #rainypayne #ilovewords
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I want a romantic getaway with my lover
as we flow with the rivers
and become one with a kiss
connecting with a glass of wine
as I put candy coated strawberries in her mouth
we read a book and watch the avengers
taking pictures we won't remember taking
sex in the shower on the balcony
even on the beach
I kiss on her lips
then she goes to massage my feet
that would be a blessing.
a blissing...
it would be a unforgettable moment
magic is real and I am open to the possibility
of it coming true.
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pawswithprose · 3 years
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Review 💜
Happy publication day to the most beautiful book I’ve read in years Where Hope Comes From by @nikita_gill. I don’t think I’ve ever come across a collection of poetry which felt no only so personal and honest but relatable. It reminded me of a quote i heard years ago, music finds you when you need it too, and I truly believe these are the poems we need right now. Poems that will remind us of our strength, our capacity for love and how we can achieve remarkable things with a little kindness and comfort. I treasured every one of these poems and now I will read them again many many times.
Alex from @trapeze_books was kind enough to send me a copy to read but I loved Where Hope Comes From so much I had to get myself a signed copy. 
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🌟 
https://www.instagram.com/p/CLcTbexgQA3/?igshid=1jpibc1yxcuv8
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rrnoall · 2 years
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Tag your human ♥️ . . . #rrnoall #poetrycommunity #denvercolorado #denverpoet #coloradopoet #poetrylovers #poets #tumblrquotes#goodvibes #quotesforlife #instawriters #wordporn #wordsforlife #wordplay #ilovepoetry #amreading #readingnook #selflove #poetryporn #poetryforthesoul #poetryaccount #bookstagram #lifequotes #lovepoem #lovepoemsofinstagram #poemsforher #lgbtq #poemsofig (at Denver, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChpgNKUuvg9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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trixie-and-ames · 2 years
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The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky. –William Butler Yeats, Irish poet (1865–1939) #williambutleryeats #october #autumnvibes🍁 #autumnpoetry #ilovepoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CjSyds6rw35/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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yamspoken · 2 years
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It should be you, so it is.
If time brought me faster to you, it probably would've been a burden.
A missed shot at loving you the way I've learned to love now.
A misunderstanding between two dwelled souls who haven't learned their way around.
It was all perfect timing, believe it
because you know it.
Don't ever underestimate the time of what is given;
always critique yourself on what is worthy of staying.
you, permanent,
cemented into my spirit,
being the one I prayed to find.
- Ashley Yamileth
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