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estrellas-sin-colorr · 2 months

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—Solo en las palabras podemos huir del tiempo, yo sé que este amor ya se está acabando. Quisiese encerrar mis palabras y jamás dejar que te fueras.

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v3sp3ra · 7 months

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I sit patiently for death to come knocking on my door

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foreveryoursvincent · 11 days

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how easy it is to drown out every last memory of me

when you crowd into those places of sin nearly every night

as if the only place you can escape the thought of me

no place for a girl like you, nor my place to say so

but do the memories swim sometimes?

when i’ve embedded myself into every fibre of everything we once shared such sentiment to; what healed our inner child

when there’s nobody, nothing to use to silence the remnants of me?

when it’s just you and the sound of your house settling

do you ever dream of me?

do your walls scream for me as mine once did you?

echoes of the years we shared; schizophrenic

i swam alongside our memories

teaching them even

in hopes they’d learn to swim stronger than me, across the pacific, Atlantic, hell across Neptune to a deserted island

where they may rest in peace finally privileging myself to the same

ever yours

yours forever

J

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ivaspinoza · 5 days

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The divine gaze

They might blame you for it all, but I don't. Such a heavy burden, to be the scapegoat of the world. Blamed for all the bad results, forgotten by all the good deeds. I don't forget I'm standing in a sidewalk made of stones you laid down, one by one. I don't forget the death, the exposure, the sweat, the corruption forced upon, the crazy system flaws that held you down, the second death, the threats, the burden of the decisions that would cost everything. I don't forget the flesh, the ribcage, your spine, the back that carried me, the arms that held my chaos, my long nights, my disarranged insides. I don't forget your solid figure, where my waters can spread and play, your commitment to the truth, penetrating every layer and sentence like a holy sword made of pure silver. I don't forget how you articulate words, making a writer's mind go silent. I can finally rest in your containment. I can rest and spread wings because you taught me how to speak about those things I used to pretend didn't exist. You put me in check, and I grow. Of course I don't forget... How your eyes sparkle when I ask, and you want me to be bold enough to ask for the whole world, so you can hunt the mountains down. I don't forget, for one single night, the warmth of your chest, always ready for me to hide inside, crawling through the valves of your big heart, swimming in your veins, drowning in your breath, feeling alive. I don't forget your sweet eyes, your violent kindness that doesn't accept the evil in disguise, in the corner of a fake smile, full of poison. Your sharp mind, always working. Your strength, your scars, your way of sitting down, and making the whole world sit down, too. Everything goes quiet. Suddenly, I was safe on the couch, and time didn't matter. Suddenly, surrender was the obvious response of my ancient spirit, of my sacred void, and I now long to belong as we turn into one, sitting in divine silence.

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snehaunveils · 1 month

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post-punk-author-anthony-day · 18 days

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There is the sun

So begins the fair

To drive away any cloud, something in particular

A new toy, a game to play

Anyhow, any day

Money is just passing grace

Used by your hand to provide a steady trip

Through thunderous waters,

I promise to be the captain to steer you through the storm

I will be there, I am unlike anyone else

What I love becomes my philosophy

Who I love becomes irreplaceable to me

We are talking about the children

The key to a door, locked, in shambles from years of effort

Then come the hills of yesteryear

The mountain of hope

I finally know

There fair starts soon, let’s get up and go

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sunnyb-0-y · 8 months

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sometimes I kind of wish someone loved me so much to be jealous of me.

sometimes I kind of wish someone loved me so much to relate to all the love poems I relate to.

sometimes I kind of wish someone loved me so much to never doubt me.

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owljournal · 7 months

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Please Hug Me

I just want a hug someone to care for me and love I just want a hug someone to wipe my tears when I’m done I just want a hug someone to keep me warm like the sun I just want a hug

-Owl

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the-fab-fox · 11 months

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Deep dark sea

@dazzlerazz

Prompt: deep dark sea.

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Deep

A poem by Finley Beckett

Deep.

Deep dark.

Ah, the deep dark sea.

Inky black tendrils.

Sharp, bitter cold.

And yet,

There is still beauty in this darkness.

There is still life in the shadows.

There is still warmth and care

Among those resilient creatures

Who make their communities—their homes—

Down here.

Down here in the deep—

Deep dark sea.

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Sorry for the delay on these. I'm still responding to them I just have not been on a good head space so my creativity has been down.

Hope you like it, Razz!

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writersprocrastinators · 5 days

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It happens again

that I feel an ounce of joy

but think it is disloyal

I push and push

when I want to pull

when I want to feel

a push is clear

but pulling tight

has me in fear

I sleep at night

knowing it hurts

but every sunrise

I push when I should blurt

out that I need help

out that I want love

out that I’m running down

out that I need a shove

in the path of taking care of

the only

heart I’ll ever love

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poemsbypogi · 1 month

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You are Water and My Love is Fire

By: poemsbypogi

You are water. Quenching my thirst whenever I see you. And when you leave I’m left parched.

You douse my love for you. My love a burning fire that you extinguish.

You are water and my love is fire. Burning with passion and ready to engulf you with its flames. But you are water. Meant to drown my love.

You satisfy my thirst but also extinguish my love.

My love helpless in your presence.

Try as I may the flames unable to overwhelm you.

Gradually waning the flames eventually die.

But my love for you lives on as a spark ready to ignite at any moment in time.

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pedrovallentin · 10 months

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• Lost Palaces

I lost my world, I lost my word a long time ago

I lost my gold, I lost the heat, I gained the cold

Burning wheels yet are spinning from above

My pockets are still full of stones

And the crack was done

The pain and the weight is almost gone

The glow lit in and and I reborn

Be guardian of wealth and hidden truths

Gathering fragments of our destroyed dreams

I'm an astronomical cherub

But once I had to face hell's fiery streams

And pay for all my sins

Lose love to let loss reveal it

I'm losing love to let loss reveal it

Be sun to myself, who is ready to heat it

The sun of liberty, sun of liberty

Odd or not, the heat of this city seems too hot

Hot, hot,

Hot, hot

The heat of this city seems too hot

I gave my word, I swore my word a time ago

I dried my soul and I crossed the threshold

The world is a mill, It's still too early my love

Today the day's bright and the weather's hot

The bricklawyers are sweating paving the floor

And we all are nothing without a cause

Servants of god, oh we do praise the Lord

Find the mystic in the alleys

Be soft light for the broken roofs

Gathering hopes for their oppressed sins

Oh, I'm a good citizen

But I've been fighting the fire of evil

And I got burned by all the things I've seen

Lose love to let loss reveal it

I'm losing love to let loss reveal it

Be sun to myself, who is ready to heat it

The sun of liberty, the sun of liberty

Odd or not, the heat of this city seems too hot

Hot, hot, hot,

Hot, hot, hot

Saving old lost palaces and theaters of marble

Saving golden forests tied up with fire circles

Read between the lines, crossing county lines

Fight, fight for that large piece of land

I sing my homeland anthem to all of them

Fire to the people, we can make a stand

Lose love to let loss reveal it

I'm losing love to let loss reveal it

A song to yourself, who is ready to sing it

The song of liberty, the song of liberty

Screwed or not, we're still too hot

We're still too hot

I'm burning hot, ready to cross

I will honor everything we fought

Crushing dreams, reducing illusions to dust

Oh, we're serene

But we had to fight to keep it all clean

Oh, we're serene

But sometimes we do have to scream

Pedro Vallentin

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v3sp3ra · 9 days

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I miss the endlessness of us

the sun that would shine just for our laughs

the flowers that would bloom in our memory

the butterflies that every one of our movements

our nightly celebrations of us

nothing could die in the world of our creation

but now through the rain and withering

I suffer

trying so hard to withdraw from

our little eternity

and I wonder if you experience the same symptoms

cry to the same melodies

see the same fragments from our world

slowly fading away into a new one

I wonder if you were as addicted as I

if you miss our endlessness

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foreveryoursvincent · 9 months

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there is something so beautiful, innocent, yet erotic about sharing the same breath with you

i know I will be gone long before you

please

when my time comes

share my last breath with me

and let me leave a piece of my soul with you forever

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insomniadude · 9 months

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grasping at anything i can to find meaning

clutching onto other people’s words, their work, their art, their music, their love, their pain, their joy and their sorrow

and for what, exactly?

to not feel alone

feel alone in what?

what is it that makes me lonely in my core?

something i’m doing wrong, something i can’t control?

i devour other’s poems and words about their obscure emotions, hoping someone can perfectly craft a slew of words that describes what i’m feeling

to what avail?

is knowing someone else out there feels the same really going to do much?

maybe

maybe not

maybe it’s the beauty of being human, this yearning to be understood by fellow humans

maybe it’s the flaw of being human, this disoriented blur of emotion

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sir-klauz · 1 year

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One would wander…

Oh, but two would wonder ✨

And three would be somber

So… four is, just another number ~

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