#7 word poetry

[star-girlfriend]

yeah yeah there’s a universe inside of you we get it

unknown pinterest // @aGreenCan twitter // @hondacrvthe3rd twitter // @/papayajuan2019 tumblr // unknown pinterest // unknown tumblr // the end poem minecraft

[shisasan]

July 7, 1902 Aleksandr Blok (1880-1921), Selected Poems

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"YOU WERE MY LIFE." // BORA AND WOONHO

PROJECT 7 Time After Time // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri // wave to earth bad // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri // Anaïs Nin Henry And June: From "A Journal of Love" - The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin (1931-1932) // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri // Foo Fighters Aurora // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri // Dulce Maria Loynaz Poema LVII (tr. James O'Connor) // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri // Silas Denver Melvin pitiful origin // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri // Robert Frost Nothing Gold Can Stay // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri // boygenius We're In Love // 20세기 소녀 20th Century Girl (2022) dir. Bang Woo-ri

[fudgecake-charlie]

[jb-cohen]

People around me keep getting younger. I find my way back on the rocks. Listening to the water

thinking about cows.

Last night I left

Without moving my body—

Last night I left without moving my body

And she asked me where I went

I’m on the rocks,

There is a beautiful man next to me

And I can’t help but to wonder

How I got so lucky

But maybe I always have been

There is love everywhere

It’s out there for you

It’s out there for me

It’s where people don’t mind your silence

It’s in the dog who made you hesitate going out the door

It’s in patience

It’s in listening ears

You’ll see it between the two geese

swimming together, communicating

to the one across the pond

It’s in questions

It’s in allowing youthful connection

It’s in a willingness to learn

It’s in the ones who ask you were you’ve gone

Where you’ve been

and how it was

[subtlybrilliant]

My Grief is an Ocean

I heard from my uncle today

He says his grief is like a hurdle race

He says he is over the first hurdle,

Or will be soon

How lucky,

For his to have a finish line.

My grief is an ocean

Boundless and deep and foreboding

Wave crashing after wave

The salt and tears pulling me under

Again

I remember the year

You took us to the Shore

We waded out

Jumping waves and remembering the past

The tide rolled in, and caught you unaware

It pulled you under, but

We buoyed you up

And we swam to shore. Safe, laughing at the adventure.

I wish we could laugh now.

The waves crash and they churn

Again and again and again

And it is all I can do to stay afloat

Weathering waves and remembering the past

One day, I will be able to float

The waves will calm

And I will breathe

But not today.

They say the depth of grief

Mirrors the peak of love

How lucky,

For mine to be an ocean.

[binabadaboom]

I admire the abhorrent

and the grotesque. Because I, myself,

am abhorrent and grotesque.

[salovie]

If I only had one “I love you”

and my whole long life to give it,

I’d give it to you today.

A hasty, precious choice,

but you should know that

my perfect joy

is soft, blue,

close to

you.

[dobaara]

A PICTURE OF PRETTY LONGINGS AND COVERED TEETH BY S.R.

[matthew-pasquarello]

fall-asleep-7

while you wait: the lobby is burning, with nothing but salivation to combat the flames start spitting

to each of us holding hands we sweat unbearably we drop our business cards in tin buckets hoping for the songbirds to choose our patches of earth, pick me please,

i've been fattening up the worms

[a-j-s-the-only]

they say my skin will be made anew in 7 years.

that I won’t have your touch on me

but it’s been 6 years since the first

and one since the last.

how can they both feel the same

being so far apart

I can’t shake the feeling

that at the end on my seven years

I’ll still feel the same as day one

[poeticallylazyaf07]

Her (Lust)

The dip of her collarbone was divine,

The sweat glistening on her skin shimmered.

She kissed me rough, all I could taste was fine wine,

When she pulled away, I swear her eyes glimmered.

She panted heavily, grinned at me with those lips,

Rolled her eyes back and let me grip her hips.

Her curls spilled out in waves, a brown soft yet sticky,

She giggled softly, her middle name was intimacy.

Her hand roam me, tangles up my hair,

Her touch was addictive, she had a perfect flair.

She knows What she’s doing when she lies bare,

Her waistline robbing me of breathable air.

She rasps low, her breath hot,

In shadows where our desires are caught.

Careless murmurs weave a silken bond,

In the stillness, we drift beyond.

Her fingertips dance, just above my skin,

With every light graze, she ignited me within.

Our Souls entwined, a passionate plea,

In the quiet twilight, just her and me.

She parted her lips to moan and gasp,

Tips her head back to offer me her neck.

Takes my hand in hers, hastily clasps,

Leaves me high and an absolute wreck.

She shies away from daylight,

Never seen her in bright light.

I bet she’d be a sight,

Her skin porcelain, her eyes Celestine.

I drink her in, eager for the spell she casts,

Every dusk, She looks out the blank sky for a crack.

She leaves, only ever stays until the night lasts,

When the moon is reigns again, I know she’ll be back.

Love,

Anonymous.

[shisasan]

July 7, 1902 Aleksandr Blok (1880-1921), Selected Poems

[dontwanturfeelins]

guilt takes a hold of my tongue, holds a distorted mirror up to me, paints me red, monster, cruel,, so i keep quiet, suffocate under all the shame, i burn blue, barely breathing, cause i'd rather be seen as weak than angry,, clouds never get blamed for thunderstorms, but god forbid the sun shines too bright,, give me a break, i'm tired of burning for you, why cant you put the fire out and just hold me? you fan the flames and blame me for the wound.

// i shouldn't have to hold my tongue

[sometimesiwritepoems]

Peel

What does it take to find  The truest version of ourselves To peel back all our layers Until we get to the core Of who we are?

What is left of a person When everything they know Everything they feel Everything they believe themself to be Is peeled away?

I wonder What I look like At my most authentic self When the truth of who I am Is revealed

I hope I’ll still be able to recognize The person staring back at me

[amomentoftimeandword]

The ending that made the entire world sob 😭 It still hurts and I never don't cry 😭 They should have stopped making movies after this (in my opinion). If I could have a wish though, I'd bring Paul Walker back, he was lost too soon.