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siir-poesia · 5 months ago
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Poetry in 5
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Vuelvo a sentir amor en tus labios. Vuelvo a sentir pasión en tus manos. Vuelvo a sentir las respuestas en mis oídos. Contemplo tus ojos y no encuentro otro mejor lugar  en el cual morir bañado de pasado y olvido. Tus ojos, colisión de reflejos marrones. Tu existencia, puerta cósmica al infinito irreal.
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I feel love on your lips again. I feel the passion in your hands again. I feel the answers again in my ears. I contemplate your eyes and i can't find a better place in which to die bathed in past and oblivion. Your eyes, collision of brown reflections. Your existence, cosmic door to unreal infinity.
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Je ressens à nouveau de l'amour sur tes lèvres. Je ressens à nouveau la passion entre vos mains. Je ressens à nouveau les réponses dans mes oreilles. Je contemple tes yeux et je ne peux pas trouver un meilleur endroit dans lequel mourir baigné de passé et d'oubli. Tes yeux, collision de reflets bruns. Votre existence, porte cosmique vers l'infini irréel.
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Sento di nuovo l'amore sulle tue labbra. Sento di nuovo la passione nelle tue mani. Sento di nuovo le risposte nelle orecchie. Contemplo i tuoi occhi e non riesco a trovare un posto migliore in cui morire immersi nel passato e nell'oblio. I tuoi occhi, collisione di riflessi marroni. La tua esistenza porta cosmica all'infinito irreale.
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Eu sinto amor em seus lábios novamente. Sinto a paixão em suas mãos novamente. Sinto as respostas novamente em meus ouvidos. Eu contemplo seus olhos e não consigo encontrar um lugar melhor no qual morrer banhado no passado e no esquecimento. Seus olhos, colisão de reflexos marrons. Sua existência, porta cósmica para o infinito irreal.
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midnight-love · 4 months ago
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from the start
you were never mine
not mine to hold, nor mine to lose
So I'll keep these half written love letters 
in a shoebox under my bed
- M.L
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poetrybymarine · 2 months ago
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The title of my book comes from this poem in my book. This poem that encapsulates the human experience. To accept oneself. To understand, that in the dark, light shines brighter. And to know that no matter what, you are enough as you are. You are worthy simply because you exist. I hope this poem and this whole book helps you understand this more.
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itsshewhowrites · a month ago
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Sometimes I look out my window
in the middle of the night
the sky looking as if
ink spilled everywhere
with little dots of white shining.
Sometimes it's frustrating to admire
the beautiful night sky in a confined space
so I step outside
feeling the gush of cold wind
seeping through my clothes
hugging my skin.
Sometimes I find myself slowly spinning around
my head crooked as I stare at the
thousands of twinkling dots
and it feels a trance.
The deeper and harder I gaze
the more I find myself reaching closer
to one of the bright spots of light
needing to know where they get their beauty
and how they get the power to make you
think
wonder
get lost in
feel like you're walking on air
they make you understand
there's so little
we know about the universe.
- starry night by yashvi shah (“midnight garden of words”)
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poets-wonderland · 17 days ago
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Time, moved so fast, I thought it would last. Now when I think of you, And wonder how you do. Somehow, somethings change, That can’t be rearranged. The memories will do, Those good times shared with you. When I was young, You were the guiding one. You taught me to care, How to love and how to share Recalling all the times, When we said what’s on our minds. And dealt our point on views, As I grew, and you did too And now it last’s, the time has past Your days have come and gone. But, like a great song, The melody will linger. And when it’s played, I’ll remember our day. When I first heard that sweet refrain, Somethings change, somethings change. Somethings change, somethings change.
“Somethings Change” by Nico, Photography by Ali Abdul Rahman
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moonyloonywitch · 12 days ago
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Like phases of the moon, I change the way I see the world. Sometimes it's too much yellow, all bright and beautiful and like the scenes from a ballroom.
And sometimes it's a tired white. With no life left in me to fight. I can feel the sighs of the earth. We share our tears, and I feel safe in her arms.
Every now and then it's green. Fresh and alive, looking like a newly bloomed daffodil. It brings back memories of past summers. A carefree world with a golden undertone.
I also see red sometimes. Like the scream of a banshee and the pain in their eyes. It reminds me of my first heartbreak. Drunk and hurting with heavy eyes, but a heavier heart.
But today all I see is grey. Like the monotonous susurration of the rain, it's killing me slowly, burying me alive. Seeping into me like I am a sponge.
This is why I hate gloomy rainy days.
It feels like I am half dead, but half alive.
I don't know where to belong.
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The sky keeps pouring outside.
But all that my eyes see are worlds within each drop.
Each one looks so transparent and fragile.
And as they race each other against my window,
I silently cheer for the one that's slow.
Because I know how it feels to be last.
And because I know there's still a chance.
Who knows, maybe when the night becomes alight,
I'll stop seeing the world in blue.
Maybe when the stars come out and paint the sky,
the colours in my head will mix and blend.
And when they do so, I'll wait by the seashore.
Brush in my hand and music on my lips.
Holding my breath, in the fading sunlight.
Susurrations of my heart grows louder,
as I watch the sky being adorned in a soft pink.
© Moonyloonywitch
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jaspas-journals · a month ago
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Sapphic Pirates
I come home to you my dear heart, your embrace warmer than any hearth. I long for my place in your eyes, sail these troubled oceans to anchor in your berth. I bring with me a fortune plentiful, but nothing out glitters your shining worth. I live for our time together, as there is no sound more wondrous than your mirth.
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parad0xp0etry · 16 days ago
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i slept in my own sweatshirt last night
and it wasn’t even close
to being half as comfortable as yours
i miss your arms around me
and i want to be able to hold you again
but i know i have to wait
i need to kiss your lips and your cheeks
and maybe your knuckles
because i need you to know i adore you
i’m sorry for being clingy
i wish that i could be away from you
but i’d die without you
i know it seems harsh and terrifying
but you’re all i have left
i want to have you for as long as i can
please don’t ever leave me
k.m.
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siir-poesia · 7 months ago
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I used to hate my inner demons, I didn't accept them as part of me, I was so afraid to let them out because I didn't know what was gonna happen, actually that hasn't changed, I'm still afraid of them, I still don't know what I would become, that's why I'm always trying to shut them down and hide them from the world...
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I wonder... What would happen if I let them take control? Would I be happy? Would I finally feel free?
yuukihiro
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midnight-love · 2 months ago
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winter solstice
I met you in spring
you had your fingers wrapped around my heart
My summer nights belonged to you
we sat on the beach and watched the waves crash into the shore
our wine glasses
always full
our hearts too
or so i thought
autumn came and we fell apart 
but ill hold onto these Polaroids of us through winter
and wait for summer to come again 
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poetrybymarine · a month ago
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Pg 132 of The Moon Taught Me
Get your copy from the link below:
https://store.bookbaby.com/book/The-Moon-Taught-Me
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claphandsound · 4 months ago
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Sanderlings
The beach is wide
late afternoon low tide.
The sea continually pours
down upon itself and flows
in clear sheets
across slick rippled sand
where sanderlings pause to jab
before dashing on black tooth picks
shifting with the shifting fringe of surf.
In a single instant
in perfect unison
seven sanderlings spring into flight
and glide out along the breakers
and evaporate
where sand and sea and marmalade sky
dissolve into the perfect harmony
of distance.
 © Scott Thompson
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itsshewhowrites · 3 months ago
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Hold onto dreams like your last breaths,
for if they die, life is a bird with broken wings.
So dream on; sometimes they are all there is.
Whether they're big or in a blink of an eye,
whether made from the fairies of sleep or shadows of history,
hold onto dreams like your last breaths.
Hopes and desires might fly away,
but dreams paint them back to life.
So dream on; sometimes they are all there is.
Whether they are like a ghost from a dark past,
whether they ignite a fire to achieve the impossible,
hold onto dreams like your last breaths.
There are many dreams to dream, many drifting away,
but you cannot keep them all inside a jar.
So dream on; sometimes they are all there is.
Hold onto dreams like your last breaths,
hold onto them from vanishing away,
for if you let go, life is a field frozen with white sheets.
So dream on; sometimes they are all there is.
- hold onto dreams by yashvi shah (“poet me”)
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poets-wonderland · 10 days ago
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The last place I traveled to was a place called, "The Mind."  It is a place where I go seeking answers to questions that are complicated and difficult to understand.  My most recent excursion was when I traveled into The Mind searching for the meaning of my existence.  The question was, why do we exist?  And so I traversed that rabbit hole searching for an elusive concept that isn't interested in being found. I searched high and low. I searched up and down. I even searched right, left and back and forth. But... nothing! And as darkness descended and all light seemingly extinguished, I began to lose hope of discovering the reason for my existence. But alas, an imperceptible light appeared off in the distance as the nights brightest star illuminating a path to follow.  And follow it I did!  With reckless abandon, I ran, bounced and jumped over each obstacle that appeared in my path. No way... I was not going to be denied again.  Not this time!   No, I was finally on the right trajectory and path to victory.  Finally, after a lifetime of traveling into "The Mind" I would find the reason for my existence, or at least that was my hope, prayer and objective.  Now as I approached the light, I heard the sound of voices talking as if there was a celebration of sorts.  I began to panic.  Was this heaven?  Did I die?  Who are these people in odd looking white gowns?  Then I heard one voice announce: "It looks like the anesthesia is wearing off and our patient has returned to reality."   What?   Reality?   Then I heard another voice say: "Alex, welcome back.  Your heart transplant was successful."  Suddenly it dawned on me, perhaps the reason for my existence is to live life and to appreciate every moment and not waste the finite amount of time that I have been blessed with.  Maybe life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be lived.
"Mind Over Matter" by Nico, Illustration by Robert Collins
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serino137 · 3 months ago
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Poem #7
"I'm broken. "
So let me mend you.
"I'm hurt. "
So let me comfort you.
"I'm lost. "
So let me become your home that you can always return to.
"I'm scared. "
So let me chase your fears away.
"I'm. . ."
It's ok. It's alright.
Anything and every problem of yours is mine.
So tell me and I will do my best to help.
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