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mypoeticmood 2 months
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饾悓饾惒 饾惉饾惌饾惒饾惀饾悶 : 饾悰饾惃饾惃饾悿饾惉, 饾惄饾惃饾悶饾惌饾惈饾惒, 饾惏饾惈饾悽饾惌饾悽饾惂饾悹, 饾惉饾悿饾悶饾惌饾悳饾悺饾悽饾惂饾悹, 饾悳饾惃饾悷饾悷饾悶饾悶 饾悮饾惂饾悵 饾悳饾悽饾悹饾悮饾惈饾悶饾惌饾惌饾悶饾惉...馃
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jamespotterbbg 4 days
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in a poetry mood (blame taylor)
i pulled off a flower and picked apart the petals he loves me he loves me not i watched the yellow petals flutter to the ground a little trail of hope he loves me he loves me not he loves me he loves me not there's no petals left now -k.c.
@gardenofrunar u wanted to be tagged in my writing right? idk
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kairos-thehumanpoet 2 months
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"aren't you just
a bit unstable?"
"isn't everyone?"
she smiled.
"I'm just a bit
more... transparent
with my crazy."
~kairos 馃挍
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zelphafrost 4 months
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Nightmares, can鈥檛 sleep.
wrap my arms around you
You don鈥檛 even touch my arm
how amazing
to be the little spoon again
to be enveloped in comfort聽
When I need it most
What an amazing memory聽
Arms around my waist because
He can鈥檛 help but touch me
What a wonderful feeling that was
But never with you
You resist
You don鈥檛 see me that way
You don鈥檛 burn for me
You never have
~Zelpha Frost 2023
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waltz-of-letters 1 year
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The Moon Knows You
Countless nights,
Restless sighs
Beautiful thoughts
Painful longing
I told the moon about you.
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Waltz-of-letters
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sweetlittlestarbursts 28 days
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shame
In the shadows of your shame, I stand alone My love for you burns bright, but you keep me hidden Afraid of prying eyes and whispered judgments I long for the day when you'll embrace me openly Until then, I'll be here, loving you in silence.
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herandherheartache 7 months
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allmpoems 25 days
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Understandable Identity [11/9/23]
my hair is in two tight braids
at the bottom, they merge into one
I didn't do them by myself
And I adore the feeling of getting them done
By someone else
My dog has a hot pink collar
It complements the colors mixed in her hur
she paddles up next to me
she tilts her head, asking,
"I love you; what are you doing?"
What am I doing?
I'm keeping myself grounded
everything should feel very real
not philosophical
and nothing like last night
I had three presentations this week
I abhor the whole ordeal
but it feels really good
to look really real
to look like I know what I'm doing
My ducks are in a row
but sometimes that row is a circle
I get things done
I always get them done
just with an added layer of stress
I sit, I read, I go, I return
it's simple and normal and beyond
but is there more, like everyone says?
or is it just a
Dream?
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doumadono 11 months
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Ignited
Within each grain of the golden sands,
Lay bittersweet treasures in scorching lands.
Little did I grasp the depths of this yearning,
As he ignited my essence, my passions burning.
Through untrodden paths, he led with might,
To uncharted realms where our souls took flight.
The gift he bestowed, so rare and profound,
It transported me beyond thoughts, unbound.
In his embrace, I discovered a realm untold,
A sanctuary where hearts and desires unfold.
In the shadows, we danced, a dance so sublime,
A dalliance that transcended the boundaries of time.
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mypoeticmood 1 month
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//饾殩饾殬饾殬饾殟 饾殝饾殬饾殜饾殯饾殟 饾殬饾殢 饾殱饾殤饾殠 饾殟饾殜饾殺//馃
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hermitletters 6 months
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You plucked flowers
Wove a wreath
Put it on my fingers
Kissed me on my cheek
I was yours and yours
Forever lost in you eyes
For I couldn鈥檛 find a lover
In whom i find respite
-sea
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namelesspoett 8 months
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I no longer.
I no longer
Drink the poison
That kept me safe
These walls
Surrounding my heart
I no longer
Call home
I no longer
Use hope
To intertwine
My lies
Masquerade
I no longer
See as my protector
But as my captor
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pigeonheadsmumblngs 1 year
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Today I saw life.
Not the life
I鈥檝e been living,
But the life
I鈥檝e been wanting.
It reached out
and touched me
with it鈥檚 holy hand.
Like a fresh breeze
across my face
it blew across me,
and in a moment
it was gone.
How can we hold on
to moments like these?
Full of such beauty
You never want
to close your eyes?
Such simple things
that can bring
our hearts release
and perfect clarity
to our world.
One breath
and then
they鈥檙e gone
just as madly
as the rain.
~pigeon head~
5.4.2023
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vippik 1 year
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Write no letter for me
Or craft any kiss, prolonged
Your mouth reeks of blood and rum
And mine with lusty disgust
Crack me no beer can
Or hold me no longer in any hug
Neither your wife, nor your girlfriend
I'm just a hobo on tangent
Latex on my lips and in mouth
Been just feasting on cosmic dust
And on my regular diet
I have the memories of universe
Don't be a dick, don't be a jerk
I've had all of it enough
It's so prickly dry inside my throat
Ride through it on a rollercoaster ride
A bunch of lavender, and an army of despair
My memories of elephants
Hid widely in my bedroom carcass
A seashell, a deathbed and
A nameless bastard
Sleep in my arm
Dance in the fallow of mustard
Sun is our closest star
And on hearts are our dearest scars
Making merry and mining melanchoy
Screeching loudly our cimmerian whispers
Into the wild where no spectre trespass
Only marfa lights dance in distance
On those sides where thrive the greener grass
There we were, missing my Oliver
Northern Italian tragedy
You dry hump me, behind the bush forever
I'm gross, I'm Wilde
But nothing you can ever understand
Find Me, there I'm
Go green my capillary carnation strands
- Labial Latex and other latest liaisons by 漏vippik
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blindlyconfidentgoon 6 months
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There will come a day I chose to no longer be here. Like a small cloud hanging over the brightest day. Like the call of a sun setting just a breathe too early on a distant beach and the yawn resting within my bosom. An eternal rest that hiccups through our conversation. Reoccurring聽 loneliness that calls a little too loud in my quiet days. When the sunset wins and I can no longer fight the sleep, remember you loved me
-KM
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