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divishareads · 2 years
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I really felt like writing a poem on stories... #poems #poemwriter #poemlove #writing #stories #selfpoems #lovewriting #writersofinstagram #poetry #poem https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj-DOpLp2wi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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chxbbybxnnyx · 4 days
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And so I sit, with my head between my knees as my tears hit the floor, and I think to myself
Maybe this life is all that I was made for.
-chxbbybxnnyx
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anastaciopoems · 2 years
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That Day ..Daily Wonder
It’s a loose mind thing,
Curing myself as a whole 
Cigarettes and latte
Tyneside Cafe
Emotions
Long term thoughts 
Observing life
Painter comes through, painting the scene... the empathy in me.
By Igor Tavares
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tangledheadphone · 1 year
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May be you'll get to feel something
That you've not felt yet
Just have faith
Just have faith
In you
And everything that doesn't seem
To be blue
Blue sky , blue moon
Blue cardigan and you
Everytime that happens
Out of the blue .
Bring me back
All that I lack
Other than loosing you
Genie , will it be hard
To bring me back
My blue eyed boy
Out of the Blue ?
#poems # poets # posts # blue # leisure #window # firstpost #Tumblr #selfpoem #literature #love #you #sky #click
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시련의 새벽 [Dawn of ordeal]
졸음이 오는 숙취를 껴안고 물 속에 던져지려 내 몸 스스로를 무작정 뛰어들어. 눈 앞이 어지럽게 돌아가도 내가 할 수 있는 것은 그저 마시고 뛰어드는 것 밖에 없네.
오 세상에, 머리가 아파와 플로렌스의 난파선을 대신 이끌고 어디로 가려는거야. 네가 가려는 목적지는 아무것도, 아무도 없는데
저기 푸르게 흐려지는 것을 하얗게 만드는 안개는 나를 다정하게 감싸안아 줄까, 천사도 나의 사랑이 오는 것을 해줄 수가 없어.
세상이 빙글빙글 돌아 이런 해가 점점 기울여 구름 한점도 안 보일 수록 내가 내던지고 뛰어든 의식을 부끄럽게 만드네. 사람들은 내가 누군지도 모르지만 나는 신이 주신 부끄러움을 끌어안아 중요한 날들이 올 때까지 이고 가겠네.
So this is my selfpoem written in my native language. I will translate it someday but if someone see this, i hope you enjoy!
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ipoetried · 7 years
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YOU MAY NOT OWN (k.p.k)
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winesandtulips · 3 years
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A girl so easy to love
Spiraled with emotions and rose petals, soft pink hues and yellow shine;
Holding grace and serenity beside, she flows easy like wine.
Lurching to pour her comfort, she makes comfort look so easy;
Floats to sprinkle, floats between blue and grey bubbles so lazy.
Skin on bones and shine on skin, and yet, they don’t glance around to fathom.
*.✧
Ardor like darlings, hidden and rare; she burns warm until they pool her cold;
Clumsy to fall and scoff at her own break; she reaches until they flinch the hold.
Everything at once still slacks some, obviously not perfect for maybe theirs might;
Talks and argues turn to fights,
she strides away, pushes and fails the slide.
*.✧
A present even when she’s not, reaching and holding, she grasps;
Tease she stretches, giggles that erupt, but the butterflies refuses to last.
Forlorn she mourns, regrets often on the fluffs, in soft pale skin of her palms;
The moments sob by her side, twisted pity flows from the non living,
While the vicious, they forty winks, serene and calm.
*.✧
Shameless to reach, to whisper the long to them first, she plunges self;
Picking the crumbs in content she hums, isn’t she an elf?
Foolish to feed the vultures, as they build their nest, a gleaming pedestal;
Under the façade of tactless she glances above, candor the shadows mull.
Slick and coy she muses to fool the beyond, the vain.
*.✧
Leaps to share, maybe she jumps to conclusions, to word the worry;
And still she retreats the soft skin she mumbled in, fearing the fury, the worse.
She waits for the comfort to replicate; what comes is vacant, vacant and cold;
Pointing finger in directionless void, she rages and blames her bold.
Never a word escapes the space; she settles it inside, cares like a baby
For what if they crush the fragile? Thoughts made of glass?
and yet they don’t glance around to fathom.
and yet she exists between hazy greys and floating blues while the pitch void stares.
*.✧
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A girl so easy to love; why can’t they love her?
Spiraled with emotions and rose petals, soft pink hues and yellow shine;
Moves holding grace and serenity beside, flows easy like wine.
-tulips🌷
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4narchist4rtgasm · 7 years
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Mood: Send me sweet evil poetry and dark beauty.
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elliotinthechateau · 4 years
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The potions we take are coffee, wine and tea
Staying young and beautiful while dancing to Clair de Lune
A pocket watch to keep our minds ticking
Blazers in tartin, bottoms in plaid
Always a book in ones face or in ones satchel
We’re the tainted students with a dark past and future
So we may kill our darlings and speak in tongues
We may write in poetry and letters but it’s all because we belong to a different era
For we are the kids of dark academia
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papercutplanes-cute · 4 years
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"There are two versions of you. The truth of your soul and the desired emotions. Draw both parts of you together, and whichever one you find most beautiful is the path you must follow."
a dream - 3:28 AM
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infinite-script · 4 years
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I got to that point where I just want to feel something
I mean... Anything.
Like...
Hope?
Love?
Being Missed?
I’ve been misleading my emotions, misunderstanding them as if I ever loved someone.
I’ve thought that lust and attraction were feelings that tangled up in your heart like a web.
I believed that all I’ve done in all these years is fall in and out of love.
But I haven’t been in love in so long I don’t know what it is anymore. I confuse it with anything...
I don’t know how to attract people I care for, I only know how to keep them away.
I’ve forgotten how to read the signs to which I should back off and I just keep trying to be someone... anyone, for people that can forget I ever existed in a heartbeat.
I do want to feel something...
But I want it to be real...
I don’t want my head lying to me... But I also don’t want to jumpstart my heart again.
I don’t want to be confused.
I don’t want to confuse anyone...
I don’t want to hurt anyone...
nor I want to be hurt...
I just want to feel something...
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woopahloopah · 5 years
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Better..
The first time you ever rode a bike,
you realized now you won't have to sit in the back with your brother,
your dad taught you to balance and how to paddle,
and soon you got so much better.
Remember in 5th grade when you thought French was the hardest language ever,
and some how you still managed to ace the test,
your sister taught you that.
Remember when you had your first date and you were so nervous,
you weren't even talking to me,
I could see through your shirt because of the sweat,
so we had to end it sooner and had to and call your brother.
And on second date you got me flowers and chocolates and said sorry
somehow you were still sweating but less this time,
I knew your brother taught you that.
And in senior year when you didn't understand a word your teacher said in calculus,
but you somehow managed to pass his class,
well.....,
your teacher taught you that.
and the same year you were so afraid to dance at a party,
I could still feel the sweat on hands and on your shirt,
but you didn't lose your rhythem,
I taught you that.
.
.
Remember your first heartbreak in freshman year of college?
everyone does,
you weren't eating much and you barely talked to anyone,
dared if anyone ever started talking about her,
you couldn't stop crying,
it must have felt like you were dying,
but you got through it,
you moved on,
you started laughing when we mentioned her,
"I was so stupid", you said
who taught you that?
....
Nobody...
and I know because I was there the whole time,
And nobody was supposed to teach you that,
you kept pushing everyone away,
and you got better,
the same was you got better at riding your bike,
it took months and months for you to learn but this time with lots of drinking, crying and sobering up,
but you made yourself better.
.
Sometimes you don't need anyone to teach you stuff,
You will eventually get their by yourself,
Just like you always have.
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sofiasmyg · 2 years
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Esta vida me ha enseñado que las cosas buenas duran poco, pero espero que al final de todo, seas lo único que permanezca.
s o f i.
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unskinmelikeafruit · 6 years
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pull me out
everything keeps me awake
I tried storing 
my sad stories
on the pitfall
most profound zone
inside of me
but as soon as it is triggered
it distorts all the figures
it sprouts out of my eyes
it races my heart 
it shortens my breath
can’t drop too deep
my bottom has teeth
it often chews me 
my tongue I tie
like shoelaces
I am always stung 
by the same bees
but I don’t show my swell
tumbling with the lumps
and the desire to be
someone else
all that breaks
ought to be replaced
right?
there is a troubled kid
my past, that is
how do I stop blaming myself
for something I never did?
how to feel enough?
as I watch people 
leave me so easily
warmth, I find to bind 
due not for this cold weather
but to provide heat to my cold mind
thinking in repeat 
I spill over my capacity 
these feelings don’t fit
inwardly
so I unload them free
as in baleful retreats 
‘tis the only thing
I know too well
flashes assault me
my legs wobble in despair
I am constantly trying to repair
the right set of me 
with the wrong set of tools
pull me out of myself
at least for a tiny bit
somedays I am too blinded
by what I choose to see
pull me out of myself
so I can breathe
so much lust for affection 
I lost my own reflection
attention, my biggest creed
attention, my ambitious need
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draak-missen · 4 years
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I belong where my heart is, where I can be myself, not pretend or try to be someone else. #loveyourself #anarchylovers #try #believeinyourself #doityourself #selflove #singular #unique #autenticity #autentical #autenticity #beautiful #positivevibes #selfcare #honesty #truly #constantly #ibelieveinyou #selfpoem #poemforme #writer #writing https://www.instagram.com/p/CAoHlQkl51C/?igshid=pdcyae8lkahe
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marilynvianney-blog · 7 years
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Hace cuántos besos que no te veo? #thrusday #lips #poem #selfpoem #love
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