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cocoabuttavasa · 1 month

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you are too full of life and love to be half loved by someone. you deserve a love that feels satiating for your spirit. you deserve a love that makes you feel seen. you deserve a love that makes you feel heard. you deserve a love that listens and a love that is patient. you deserve a love that is kind and a love that feels warm. you deserve a love that makes your heart explode and a love that sends shivers down your spine. you deserve a love that takes the time to study you, that takes the time to understand your mind. you deserve a love that is patient and compassionate. you deserve a love that grows old. you deserve a love that doesn’t judge but instead accepts you wholeheartedly; flaws and all. you deserve a love that sends tingles through your whole body and leaves butterflies swarming in your stomach. you deserve a love that gives you 80 on the days that you can only give 20. you deserve a love that sends you into overdrive at the slightest thought of their touch. you deserve a love that lasts. you see how you simply read this, you deserve a love that is simple and extraordinary all in one. you deserve to be felt, you deserve to be loved. you deserve love.

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mad-girlslove-song · 7 months

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"What if, when I finally figure out who I am, I can't stand her? Harder to imagine, what if I loved her?"

- Blythe Baird

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madhatterbabe · 1 year

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#e.e. cummings #i carry your heart with me #SoundCloud #poetry #spoken word poetry #spoken word poem

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cherieye · 10 months

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Most powerful poetry slam performance I have ever heard and seen!!

#white privilege #feminine power #femininsm #black lives movement #black lives matter #social justice #patriarchy #is this poetry #poetry slam #button poetry #spoken word poem #powerful #goosebumps #ptsd #human rights

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firebeetlefables · 10 months

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a spoken word piece of mine, "its been over a year and im starting to feel alive again," about grief, growth, and finding bits of yourself that youd thought youd lost.

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lets-dance-to-joy-division · 2 years

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barely breathing, submitting to beatings,

given up on hopes and dreams,

that was the man I used to be.

I found love and joy out in the sea

and I latched onto the lifeboat

but I couldn’t pull myself up by its strings.

I held on through choppy water

like a bag of bones tied off at the bow.

rope wrapped up around my neck

dragging us both down,

to the ocean floor.

I gave her no choice but to cut the cord.

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living life as a shell of a soul tied into flesh,

occupying empty rooms in my mind,

half dressed emotion was all I could give.

as though that would be enough

to support the life, we were supposed to live.

as though laughs and jokes could fill the empty spaces

in which I hid all my pains and fears.

until you had nothing left to give

because we’d lived this way for years.

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you’d given me miles of rope

but I’d perfected the hangman’s noose.

I’d tie them up and hide them

in my closet of worn-down shoes

that I’d keep wearing, despite the need to replace.

I was never good at change because it was me, I couldn’t face.

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when the straw that broke the camels back finally came,

you didn’t run away but you held me in the rain,

that poured from my eyes.

you drove my crippled form to the hospital the next day,

you sat as I confessed, my need for suicide.

you sat with me when I failed to follow through with therapy,

when I didn’t make the calls I should have,

and I should have known that would be the end of we.

but I was never good at change, I was never good at me.

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maybe its too little to late for us, I don’t know,

but I’m a tree on a cliff now, roots taking hold and starting to grow.

I can feel life inside me, and it feels like hope.

I’m not dead yet but I am dead set on getting myself together

so my branches can be strong enough to face any weather.

I can’t believe I put it off for so long,

but I’m keeping those appointments now.

I’m doing things for me,

and I’m finding out what it means

to be the me I want to be.

-More Than Breathing-

BL 2022

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I am not alone. You are not alone.

988 is the National Suicide and Crisis Hotline (USA)

My inbox is always open.

#spoken word poem #spoken word #988lifeline #i am not alone #you are not alone #poetry #poem #writerscreed #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #poets corner #spilled poetry #twcpoetry #original poetry #my poem #therapy #free verse

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skylights-not-stars · 2 years

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lessons i learned growing up: i was eight when my mom and my sister and i were sitting at a bus stop i think, when some guy came up to say "those're some pretty girls you got, miss, you've got to be careful All the boys'll be chasing them one day" i'm sure smiled and acted polite, because that's what we were taught always please-and-thank-you-and-excuse-me-my-fault perfect training for the rest of my life a perfect daughter or a perfect wife an object for boys to chase and use a mouse on the run with a cat on the loose. but don't worry— it's just because they like you.

i was thirteen when the boys sitting behind me in the bleachers touched my shirt and bra and then walked away. but they probably just liked me, i should take it as a compliment and really, i should put it in perspective it;s not exactly like i was raped, i should just get over it my case is clean cut and simple and 'lucky,' at a glance. maybe if i dressed in long-shirts-and-sweaters-and-baggy-pants and sat-with-friends-and-stayed-quiet-and-always-sit-at-the-back-of-the-room they'd leave me alone. (idliketogohomeidliketogohomeidliketogohomeNOW) and someone told me boys will be boys, they'll learn their lesson.

i was fifteen when walking to the coffee shop across from my dance studio, a man on the street called out to me "lookin good, gorgeous!"i kept walking, my sweatpants and hoodie like twenty foot tall beacons showing me off. and i was too scared to say anything back boys will be-- men will be men, better just to ignore it, after all, it happens to everyone.

i am sixteen and the supreme court is deciding whether women, whether girls can abort, and six men and three women decide whether all women are more than an eight-by-five piece of flesh and tissue. so the next day my mom picked up her car keys and told my sister and me to make some signs before driving us up an hour to washington dc to see how to finally, finally, use our voices. and they're joined by a thousand others around us-

when human rights are under attack, what do we do?

stand up, fight back.

to the eight year old girl who was just a pretty toy for some unknown boy (who'll never exist) you'll grow up stronger, you'll learn to resist.

when human rights are under attack, what do we do?

Stand Up, Fight Back.

to the thirteen year old who's still haunted by the skin that she thought she'd flaunted but the truth is it's the boy whos at fault always has been, always was.

When Human rights are under Attack, what do we do?

STAND UP FIGHT BACK!

to the sixteen year old standing right here, right now, there is not any power i lack. and the hurt and the anger that always erodes my confidence after being beaten by wave after wave has been built back again and i swear to GOD it won't cave so Listen here, listen now cus this isn't about writing a poem for class hell, i'm not even in it— it's about being a part of a change that lasts.

can you feel it?

#feminism #poetry #writing #spoken word #spoken word poem #poet #poetry slam #slam poem #poetry slam tumblr #feminist #abortion rights #bodily autonomy #my words arent empty #writer #female poets #poet society

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siredash · 1 year

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By blood, by bond, by pain,

Family formed is the strongest feeling felt.

Once gained the loss will leave you yearning for that feeling anywhere.

I thought that feeling would never leave with you.

Safe in your arms, the warmth would surround me overwhelmingly.

Now all I feel is cold as your hands lock around mine.

I feel your weight on me crushing,

If I let go you’ll crumble, if I hold on I'll suffocate.

Desperately trying to freeze time to let us breath in the cracks,

The right hand strikes 0 now, surrounded by cold, I lay.

I don't feel you anymore.

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njbpoems · 2 years

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On the day that the self love finally arrived to my surprise the mountains of self loathing did not cause a landslide not a single muscle in me clenched from unfamiliarity instead it was the quietest of revolutions gentle like a lily pad floating silent and solitary down the river of my soul

self love by n.j.b.

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cocoabuttavasa · 4 months

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Aché🫂

30/12/23

with love,

B 🫀

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battle-with-bipolar · 2 years

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#poetry #poem #spoken word #spoken word poem #spoken word poetry #heartbreak #heartbroken #love #relationships

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may-this-be-your-oasis · 1 year

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Don’t laugh to fit in.

Laughter should be honest. If there is no sincerity in your joy, then your happiness will be a forgery that fools only yourself.

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cherieye · 1 year

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#poem #healing words #limerent object #limerence #trauma bond #spoken word poem #messy words

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jamesmcinerneyofficial · 1 year

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BRAND NEW! As part of The Poetry Project, I am excited to announce a collaboration with the fantastically talented Aline Xavier! She has performed two pieces from the project and has brought the words to life! Check out her performance of 'I see us dancing' here and her second performance 'I will not run from you' is out on 4th Feb! Thank you for the support Aline, you are a superstar! Check out Aline: Instagram : aline.axo YouTube : aline.xavier

#youtube #actress #actor #performance #spoken word #spokenword #spoken word poetry #spoken word poem #the poetry project #mental health #mental health awareness #james mcinerney #aline xavier

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er-we-are-meant-to-b · 2 years

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I made one of my poems into a spoken-word song-thing (that’s also on Bandcamp).

#spoken word #poetry #clearance tag #spirit halloween #erwearearts #music #poem #poems #spoken word poem #spoken word poetry #guitar #acoustic guitar

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saltwaterhippie · 2 years

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