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brissfullmoment · 1 year
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A garden blooms with vibrant life,
each flower a work of art.
They remind me of the beauty in the world,
and the wonder in every heart.
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scribesandvibes · 1 year
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#poetryvibes: The location, #WestmoorDrive. Visit @westmoordrive to experience #adifferentkindofvibe. -Stevie #scribesandvibes / #811 ・・・ #vibewise: #HIPHOPISAMERICANPOETRY And the call number is #eightoneone It's a beautiful time for #spokenword and #poetry Buy, share, or stream the album wherever you get your vibes from https://www.instagram.com/p/Co7xudDAk7y/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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patinainsurance · 1 year
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writer59january13 · 10 months
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My epitaph writ large...
courtesy third person singular. Mise en scène pour décès pardon his feeble attempt at French, a unilingual English language quibbling, and scribbling mensch strongly advises applying left handed monkey wrench, which custom designed tool assigned impossible mission to discern sense and sensibility regarding following poetic thread subject of a fool's errand. Mein kampf witnessed, punctuated, and evinced courtesy final breath automatically triggering (tumblr to activate) final curtain call and unremarkable death. As stipulated in the living will cremation of his lifeless body cremated into soft gray powder. A prerecorded hashtagged obituary downloaded to individual smartphones and simultaneously appeared on the following poetry websites: COSMOFUNNEL, Hello Poetry, Neopoet, My Poetic Side, Poetry Soup, PoetryNook, PoetryVibe, Prose| A community of readers and writers, and All Poetry. He hesitated and lost out on game of life big time even fumbling crafting reasonable rhyme noshing, spending, and whiling inordinate amount of hours squirreled away in his bedroom surrounding himself with reading material. He amassed fountainhead of knowledge quietly engorging cerebral gray matter whereat noggin swelled up rivaling globe, but Atlas shrugged at him, whose head resembled the first Chinese brother who swallowed the sea. Odd his voracious appetite to buzzfeed with one
after another binary byte zealous precocity to engross himself with storied reading material
that does extremely excite (at the expense of healthy socialization) where his imagination took flight, nevertheless myopic eyes of his
did glean insight keeping his cute button nose between pages of choice morsels to appease hunger
keeping himself awake drinking high test coffee during darkness aided by jacklight processing meaty material with might experiencing abundant, exultant,
intoxicant, over-extravagant joie de vivre day or night, a balm, elixir, inebriate... quite the panacea to abet emotional incapacitation which entails crafting poems oftimes spending efforts with efforts undertaking rewrite unwittingly garnering a fanbase courtesy ideology doth unite.
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quotesdelmar · 1 year
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𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓬 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻, 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝒊𝒔 𝔸𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝕂𝕖𝕪🗝 𝑰𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝔼𝕞𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪. 🐣🦅 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝔹𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥 ❕⚡️⚡️ 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ℂ𝕠𝕫𝕪 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 🌈🧣🙌 𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 ℂ𝕠𝕫𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝕄𝕖 📚📕📘📗📙📖📓📒📔 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝔸𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕜❔🙊🗣 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝔸𝕣𝕥 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝕌𝕡 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝕊𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤❗️🖼🪴 -ℳ𝒶𝓇𝒾𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓁𝓂𝒶𝓇 𝓟.𝓢. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝒂 𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕋𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝕊𝕒𝕪‼️💌📫 #libraryart #bookshops #dreamcatcherowl #cosmicwhisper #bookstoread #barnesandnoble #cozyvibes #cozymystery #cozybedroom #cozyaesthetic #bookaesthetic #bookaesthetics #booksbooksandmorebooks #bookvibes #readwithme #readingjournal #journal #newjournal #newartworks #newartwork #dreamjournal #dreamaesthetics #tinyhomes #tinyhome #poeticvibes #poetryvibes #newpoem #dreameum #bookandcandle #bookish (at Hobart Book Village) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkeJn1LpsEb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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bechainiyaan · 3 years
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Jo Dikh Raha Hai Wo Chhal Bhi Toh Ho Sakta Hai,
Sab Theek Kehne Wala Ghayal Bhi Toh Ho Sakta Hai..
✨🥀
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kinkshamer2003 · 3 years
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I can see all the way,
from the roots to the crown.
That on every dangling branch,
A piece of my childhood is waiting
To be found.
The summit clasps my earliest memory
An euphonious sound
That echoes in my mother's voice,
"A child's imagination is a breeze, wild and unbound" .
I dreamt of pretty skies and tiny rafts
Floating on the oceans
of a vast, untamed universe,
All inside the cups of my clumsy hands.
But my dreams were short lived,
For my growth was keen.
The dreams that once were stripped open for the world to discover,
Are now buried; hidden from being even seen.
They shattered my raft,
The water turned to blood
My oars were lost, my universe a victim to their demands,
My tree is falling apart.
"Be practical! Be realistic! Grow up! ",
That's all they ever seem to say,
My spine straight, my jaw clenched,
My chin up, my mind cleansed,
My tracks weren't allowed to stray.
My dreams have long gone ashtray.
Till the end,
they carved the map for me,
But now that I'm standing under this huge decaying tree,
Is is too late for me? to finally dream to be free.
- now I can't just write ' 'kinkshamer2003' can I?
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amarteser · 4 years
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Una vieja ilusión se convierte en anhelo. El anhelo lo convierto en poemas. Los poemas los guardo en un cajón. Los cajones se empolvan. El polvo es testigo de una vieja ilusión. Una vieja ilusión se convierte en una historia jamás leída. Una historia. Un cajón. Poemas. Un corazón lleno de anhelo. -bitia meraz . . . . . #poetry #poetrycommunity #escritoresdeinstagram #letras #flores #dibujos #sketches #sketchesofinstagram #tumblrgirl #tumblraesthetic #tumbler #tumblrpost #sadness #sadgirl #poemas #anhelo #vintagegirl #vintagepoetry #poetryvibes #tumblrtextpost https://www.instagram.com/p/CC31FXdjGz3/?igshid=18x7k1r4hq52m
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thetimesbykl · 4 years
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“The job of a poet is to tell the truth, and everything flows from that.”
~Gerald Barrax Sr.~
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fyapoetry · 4 years
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The strained relationship with some fathers and daughters can poison some daughters to the extent that the mention of their father's names is enough to change their contenance. ... Double tap if you can relate ... #fatherdaughter #father #fathersday #parenting #poetryphotography #poetryvibes #photopoetry #poetsworld #yourqoutes #wordsonpaper #globalagepoetryfeature #darkpoetrysociety #poetsofinstragram #indianwriterscommunity #instahaiku #poetryheals #nycpoetry #thewritersdiscovery #womenwhowritepoetry #iwrotethis #poemofthenight #mypoems (at Georgetown, Guyana) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBRqER4FdBM/?igshid=ftv3hhgietvw
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lunawrennpoetry · 4 years
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scribesandvibes · 1 year
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patinainsurance · 1 year
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writer59january13 · 1 year
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Groundswell Of Emotional Blessedness
Ebullience exudes from mine every pore courtesy festive mood in the air,
thus acknowledgment to the following:
thank you All Poetry, COSMOFUNNEL, Facebook, Hello Poetry, My Poetic Side PoetryNook, Poetry Soup, PoetryVibe Tumblr, et cetera
anonymous global friends, Romans countrymen/women
whether spring chickens
or old roosters or hens.
A network of cherished kinships allied forged, and linkedin analogous to union of groom and bride
(case in point yours truly
linkedin with the missus) thru electronic bonds engender intrigue, nonetheless unconditionally accept, no matter I chide self, and reference mine existence as if...this mortal already died, now more appreciative than ever, cuz younger days witnessed
peers that did elide
me accompanied with relentless teasing, snubbing, roasting akin tubby kindled over a fireside,
thus...solitude shadowed me as sole silhouette guide peopled with books to escape and hide
from so called "real" webbed world, yet inside this former grievous lad through alienation,
emasculation, and isolation no joyride valuing myself less than a pawn on chessboard of life envying extrovert as kingside station depriving, insulating, and ostracizing yours truly belied
to Matthew Scott Harris marginally functioning, and denied him camaraderie, dating, enjoying female friendships due to lack of confidence and pride
and at the cusp of
pubescence...a slow descending ride (while donning a foghat) into the hungry (anorexic) maws of suicide, which ideations hammer psyche,
analogous to ego getting piston now aghast how I tried (without success)
to disappear sundering
mine complex edifice into the wide
abyss of nothingness, hence to treasure
those electronic connections, perhaps...totally no more'n four score (and seven years ago) all told of unbeknown village people comprising worthy chums, sans human league roar
ring (okay pardon the hyperbole), but letting this foo fighter explore
a greater range of interpersonal (no matter virtual), but each unnamed cyber buddy worth more than simple rhyming galore words express, some or all those who sprung from Earth, wind and fire, viz cosmic toreador this poet would their
physical presence adore, who realizes genuine experienced love second best option
loneliness I abhor,
nevertheless wistfulness
to communicate
thru the Internet...
finds me writing bonjour,
to random readers
familiar with literary nuances
of yours truly
within whose integrated circuits
central processing unit core
reasonable rhymes coalesce
as trademark décor
lapsing words to explore
his existential crisis
enduring seventeen years
subtracted from fourscore
orbitz athwart planet earth in the balance as informed
Former Vice President of the United States Albert Gore
his 1992 tree tease at that time hardcore
revelations now Greta Thunberg makes absolutely eloquently sure
Homo sapiens do not ignore.
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love-drunk-lesbian · 5 years
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End of sentence. Period. #iamthatbitch #nobuts #beautifuldisaster #tiredofalwaysbeingsecondbest #thesecondchoice #intothemindofthiswriter #poetryvibes #mybestself #expression # https://www.instagram.com/p/BzEH4dQFj2gnccfKlaL7-DG2iqAzPzXTRDpClY0/?igshid=7jjrqb9cidcs
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bechainiyaan · 4 years
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Ye Jo Rishte Me Aai Hai Wahi Khaar Hun Me,
Tumne Pehchana? Tumhari Jaan Hun Me..
Khwahish Thi Ki Wo Mera Matha Choome,
Maine Jhooth Keh Diya Ki Beemar Hun Me..
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