#20 word poem

[icecreamwithjackdaniels]

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

— Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, 1924

[717words]

tarot 🤝🏻 poetry

two of my favorite things (let’s chat about the tower)

[ominousblob]

//I love you so much it hurts me, maybe that's my problem.

[lunarhode]

my humble 20s wishlist:

to chase coastal nights through sunroofs

to sleep with the balcony door open while my friends are in the garden

to hold eye contact on a porch

to waste a summer window-watching

to run a red light when there's a sixteen-year-old me in the passenger seat

to go insane, absolutely batshit crazy in love

to scream my name when they ask who's scared

to be so mesmerised by the sky i don't hear my bones breaking

to grieve days when cars were faster

to share a bed with the lingering presence of last july

to sit in silence with million things to say

to find purpose in losing my mind and in having hair fall on my face

[mira-kairos]

20. not a teen anymore.

I am 20, not a teen anymore, there are no excuses, or someone to defend me, now I am a fucking adult, with real fucking responsibilities, out of house, suddenly trying to make ends meet. and suddenly life feels so heavy, there are so many responsibilities, and there is still no clear path, on what to do, I got more questions then I have answers, questions and doubts seem to exceed the number of my teenage self's insecurities, and suddenly I can't breath.

I am 20, not a teen anymore, and its fucking scary, its like I am standing in the graveyard in middle of night, someone's always seem to watching, what I am going to do next, if I know how real world is supposed to work, everyone seem to have some mask on their face, and I feel odd one out without a mask.

I am fucking 20, not a teen anymore, my childhood days are over, teenage tantrums doesn't look acceptable anymore, there are invisible expectations that I can't see, but their weight seem to be increasing with every second passing by. world works on point of time, and being 5 minutes late would drown your reputation in drains. I am 20, not a teen anymore, not sheltered by my parents anymore, fucking hell, This transitions is not easy at all.

©Mira Kairos

[blissfulreads]

[getcareless]

Triolet Poem #20

I’m finding it quite a struggle, to let go of these rough loose ends. It multiplies into trouble. I’m finding it quite a struggle. You’ll be lost when in a muddle. And there you’ll find that the truth bends. I’m finding it quite a struggle, to let go of these rough loose ends.

"Loose Ends", JEP

[what-i-meant-to-say]

sweetheart 1

because

you

hold your

words. because you

have no words. because you

moan my groans. because you shoulder my silence.

sweetheart 2

promise you'll go, girl, ere you're asudden gone.

can't survive a third alone.

I will, but

then I'll

bury

me.

...and I'm not a poems person!!! Really! I'm not! 🤣

[heartoflesh]

You blamed me. But what is the difference between pulling away slowly and doing it all at once. In the end, we will still end up being the ghost of each other anyway.

Excerpts from a book I'll never write, William

[oneminutefiftysixseconds]

From The Top Of The World by Elsa Gidlow + Geoffrey Soupe's Vuelta a España stage win, Alberto Dainese's Giro d'Italia stage win, and Victor Lafay's Tour de France stage win.

[connectingwithsoul]

I want to hear the word "ALWAYS" coming out of your mouth when you talk about me. @connectingwithsoul

[717words]

more to come on this later 🦋

[pyrriax]

[purpleplatonic]

anyway, my hair has grown out now and the tea is getting cold / and i still remember how the stairs creaked in your old house, / how you’d sit on the stairs with your head in your hands. / you taught me that there are things that are not supposed to work out; / you taught me how to want those things anyway. / but much to our dismay, sometimes the only thing left to do / is what we’re told. is to close the blinds and / sleep early after all. i’ve memorized how your / weight feels on my chest and those rickety stairs, / i remember everything but the sound of your voice. / take all of this with a grain of salt, and by that i mean / just take it. we’re just blowing cold air / anyway. the point is, there are things that are not supposed to work out but / you want it to you want it to and / will you let me make my own mistakes? / anyway, i’ll cut my hair next week and put the kettle back on the stove, / and you’ll go back up the stairs and skip the creaking step / and you won’t have aged a day. x

[evergreenwords]

Myrtles, motion, misbehave.

Toxic perspectives make us slaves.

Climb the trees, become immortal.

Live a life more free of toil.

Emerging through a secret garden.

Softer hearts can often harden.

Please fret naught for you are gold.

We hear that story you've never told.

Just take a breath and pick your flowers.

Don't be afraid to leave your tower.

-s.z (Cyclic)

[softclquds]

Saying goodbye

It’s just the end of the beginning

Where will I be

Ten years from now?

A decade ago I had hope

Now I have bags under my eyes

And weights on my shoulders