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the-suitable-poet · 1 year

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Quiet Beauty

A beauty that goes unnoticed,

Is still a beauty that exists,

It doesn't need to be flaunted,

Or even persist.

It's in the quiet, hidden things,

That true beauty can be found,

In the simple moments that bring,

Peace and solace all around.

The flowers that bloom unseen,

The stars that twinkle in the night,

The gentle breeze that's in between,

All the chaos and the fight.

The beauty that lies within,

Is not asking for attention,

It's content to simply begin,

And radiate without mention.

So let us pause and take a look,

At the beauty that's all around,

In every nook and every crook,

A treasure to be found.

For beautiful things don't need,

To be noticed or be seen,

Their existence is indeed,

A wonder in and of itself, serene.

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daisypoet77 · 10 months

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Midnight Confessions 🪞

it’s midnight

and i’m standing in my kitchen,

and i think i’m falling in love.

and i’m terrified,

but not of you.

i worry about my own heart

shattering in 790 pieces.

i know the sun rises in the east,

and that’s where you’ll be,

but it’s midnight,

so i might just be losing my mind.

—original poem

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captainpirateface · 1 year

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Hello, big internet world.

I am Captain PirateFace.

Lifetime writer and poet.

Survivor of stupid shit and a million broken hearts... All my own, of course.

Below, you will find a sample of my silly attempts at poetry and prose. And my purging of deep, beautiful, and sometimes painful thoughts and feelings.

And on the bottom of this post, if you feel so inclined to do so, you can find a link to purchase my book of poetry.

I, of course, cherish and appreciate any support you can give.

Love, #CaptainPirateFace

Again, of you would like to help give yoir support and purchase my current book of poetry here is the link below. Much Love.

Check out #CaptainPirateFace's book!

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wearethepoemspoetry · 8 months

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Lockdown, Lockdown, Lock the Door

I remember a song I sang in kindergarten class about the six flags Texas was once ruled by,

the lyrics in pretty colors on the chalkboard so we wouldn’t forget the words.

Spain, France, Mexico, the Republic of Texas, the Confederate, the United States of America!

I remember the tune to this day, thirty-two years later. It gets stuck in my head when I try to sleep sometimes, repeating over and over.

But the song on the board has changed in kindergarten classrooms. The five-year-olds have a new song in pretty colors that they memorize, one that will play in their heads decades later when they try to sleep.

It’s written in colorful letters, playful and innocent, like any ordinary song a kid needs to memorize for school lessons.

Lockdown, lockdown, lock the door. Shut the lights off, say no more. Go behind the desk and hide. Wait until it’s safe inside. Lockdown, lockdown, it’s all done. Now it’s time to have some fun!

A routine rhyme kids must learn for the legitimate possibility a man brings a gun into their school to hunt them as if they were meat.

A routine rhyme for a normalized crime.

And if the kids must one day sing this song nearly inaudibly in their classroom, a song they cannot truly comprehend, their slaughter will only be met with thoughts and prayers.

Thoughts and prayers.

The words no longer have any meaning when we give our children our thoughts and prayers, but we don’t care about them enough to keep them safe. Our children’s lives matter so little that we prefer to refuse any gun control than we prefer to defend them.

We protect our unrestricted weapons over the lives of the innocent and pure. We have made our choice, and we should no longer feign despair while conveying our worthless and hollow thoughts and prayers.

We have the audacity to call ourselves the land of the free when we no longer have the freedom to even leave our homes without putting ourselves in needless peril.

Our children will never know what the land of the free ever truly felt like with guns having more freedoms than they do.

Lockdown, lockdown, lock the door. Shut the lights off, say no more. Go behind the desk and hide. Wait until it’s safe inside. Lockdown, lockdown, it’s all done. Now it’s time to have some fun!

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darichonne · 1 year

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insta: @darichonne

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sunburntashes · 6 months

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i try to

write complicated poetry

code my words

to the extent that

even i can't understand

what i'm trying to say

i try to

make friends

be a better daughter

but I can't bear

tight hugs or soft words

even though it's what i want

i try to

sleep really early

so i can wake up early too

but it seems i have

a habit of setting conditions

i know i can't fulfill

i try to

not get hurt

not so easily atleast

i try to deny

that i want to be cherished

but denial gets harder everyday

i try to

be like everyone

and i hate when i fail

nobody likes it when they fail

so i guess

i'm like everyone in that

i try to—

i try too

I TRY TOO

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thepoeticshawty · 1 year

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I am becoming the woman of my dreams – the blissful place of joy and peace, who makes everyone who's tryna bring her down go on their fu**ing knees.

thepoeticshawty

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human-tar · 10 months

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There are days like today where the bliss is swimming through me and I’m happy to open my two eyes, and plant my two feet to this earth.

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tinajaxen · 2 years

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I have the world on the tip of my tongue – a shaking tale afraid to be bothered. Nothing is found at the shore at last, if only the need to vanish with a kind soul and the stormiest minute of time. You say that all is good and fair, but from up here, the look of love, it hangs like a thundering night; I am caught up in this cruel sight! So, what is love then? It only ends in gloom I see – covering the self in a whirlwind of torment. I wish I had a safe thought that could shine – a moment and a not too mean drought. The world and the love must walk together, despite the muting of my despair. I cannot love with doubt on my mind; I cannot cry with these cold thoughts. But then, who owns the perfect illusion? Love is a one-sided sigh and a senseless crowd mocking the rushing winds of the heart. So, one life must wish for a deaf sea; the swift, melted audience mirroring another.

The World And The Love, by Tina Jaxen

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torchyourdream · 7 months

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Mom I know

It’s hard to lie that in morning, you were sad.

Every drop of your eyes says the pain of your heart.

Mom, I know, it hurts your soul like painful dart pocked in heart.

The time when dad yell on you, for a simple reason which all kids do.

But that was not her mistake, she is a child and all kids do.

Mom, I know, you just want to let her in school, and she was sleeping like a tot too.

But mom she is a kid and I know like every grandmother you also want to see her a winner.

She even doesn’t know about her future, how she will manage to become greater.

Mom, I know like every grandmother you also love her.

Her mother is ill and to maintain her health you’re sacrificing your old life.

And mom I know, you also don’t want to spoil these precious days of hers.

Mom, I know!

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the-suitable-poet · 1 year

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A Wanderer's Destiny

I wander the world, a nomad on a quest

My heart beats to the rhythm of the unknown

I seek adventure, and I never rest

My soul yearns for the lands I've yet to roam

You ask me where I'll go when all is done

And I'll tell you, friend, I have no clue

For I'm a traveler, a wanderer, a son

Of the universe, with endless paths to pursue

The world is vast, and my spirit is free

I'll chase the sun, and I'll follow the breeze

Through deserts, mountains, and endless seas

I'll explore every corner, every inch of these

My home is where my heart feels alive

Where every breath is a new adventure

I'll keep wandering, always striving to thrive

Till the end of time, till my soul finds its closure

So fear not, my friend, for I'll never stop

Till my feet can carry me no more

And when my journey finally comes to a halt

My spirit will soar, forevermore.

For a nomad's life is never truly done

And there's always another horizon to chase

I'll keep on wandering, till my days are done

And leave behind memories that time can't erase.

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getcareless · 2 years

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Hold The Suspense

Hold the suspense but my thoughts are complex

and to be honest the words are a hex.

The flow is immense, constant and that’s not a stretch

I couldn’t stop it and I’m getting awfully drenched.

Hard to confess yet I’m often fought with

like I’m a prospect to these fuck-wits, pardon my French.

My onset commenced with only nonsense

until it grew into a larger percent.

My conscious is getting caught on the fence

like I couldn’t leave the harder it went.

I wanna venture out ‘cause I’m starving again

and I promise to return, incase you forgot what I meant.

JP

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wearethepoemspoetry · 9 months

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Red is the New Black

one night everything exploded

and all i could think of was your face

and your name

and your eyes

and your fingertips

and your heart

i swear i’ll never cry for you

i’ll never cry over you

WHY THE HELL AM I CRYING SO HARD

you never say a goddamn word

and i hate you for it

just say something dammit

just take what you want

and leave me here dead on the floor

and i’ll bleed all over this carpet

where my heart grows around your knife

i’ve always looked good in red

and your hands have always been beautiful

when they’re wrapped around my neck

i won’t die for you, even if you beg

so don’t waste my goddamn time

you’ve already wasted my life

you’ve wasted me away

you never said “how are you”

i should have never expected a change

i’ve always looked good in red

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darichonne · 7 months

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insta: @darichonne

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sunburntashes · 3 months

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no love however brief is wasted no love however brief

i think of a girl running to hug me with a force that almost knocks me down, but it holds me up for it is love, for it is as kind as it is bold

i think of a friend squeezing me in a hug so hard i forget to breathe and lose all my strength, forget to hug back

i think of a smile resembling a crescent moon and laughing in the dark theatre room because we have no idea what next

i think of an old person whose face hasn't yet faded from memory but soon will, one i've come to resent but never stopped loving

when i think of love

i think of you

and you're in so many people

you're in the cold of the floor

you're in the songs i don't listen to anymore

you're in the poem i wrote on a sunny day

you're in the friend i haven't seen in months

you're in the peers i see everyday

and i dont miss you

i dont miss you because you didn't leave

and also my longing for you breaches my ability to live

did you know if you had a number i would text you everyday regardless of whether you see?

because you never saw anyway

and i never stopped needing you to see anyway

did you know i look for you in every person i meet?

because i never found you, because maybe you're not here, because maybe i lost you before i had you

because maybe this need to find home in a person is hopeless,

because maybe the poets romanticized love so much,

because it doesn't make the grass greener or the world clearer, it only sustains you for greater suffering, and i don't know what to make of that

so i will not think of the world ending, instead, because i read somewhere that there are people to love and dishes to do in the meantime

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thepoeticshawty · 1 year

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she keeps running into a new world of her own – a new story that told her to be fully herself and to nourish every forgotten piece of her. no one could save her but her own self.

thepoeticshawty

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