#Life poems

[sakshinarula]

I couldn’t forget you but you will be forgotten my love, my stubborn miracle boy, owner of this earth, owner of salt and sea, barley and wheat. You are no God, no oligarch. You are made of skin, blood and nothingness,just like the rest of us. You will be forgotten, Ozymandias. Old horse that doesn’t know only love remains everything else wilts, everything gets sick, everything fails

-Excerpt from the poem Ozymandias, Bad Poetry and This Loving, Sakshi Narula

[poet4days]

[metanein]

I want to be loved, not just told 'I love you's

[vomitingwords]

"Sometimes, I hope people can always say what they truly feel. And be genuine about it. No restrictions. No holding back. No keeping all the most important parts.

But then I remembered that I myself couldn't even do that. So why would I expect other people to be like that?

I realized that sometimes we have to choose what we only have to say from the words that we truly want to say. Every word doesn't have to be said out loud; rather, let our actions show what we truly mean. Because not everyone has the time to listen to what we're about to say, and that's totally okay. We human beings don't have all the time in the world to understand everything that's happening around us. We're all busy trying to save ourselves and live life the way we want to.

So it's fine if you can't compose yourself to say everything you want to. But remember that there are so many ways to reach those people who are important to you. And I hope you'll be surrounded by the right people who will lend an ear to hear the stories that you've been holding onto."

I wish I was braver // ma.c.a

[whispersofthepurplevalley]

There are times when this big round earth isn't enough for me. I want more.

I long for the stars, the meteoroids, and Saturn.

I want my kingdom to begin in a place where the voices in my mind are people, and they are the citizens of my new nation.

I want to hear them all, one by one. I want to heal them, and promise them a better future.

I want to get out of my skin, this horizon and unite with myself. Me, in my divine and intangible form.

Sometimes, the bed of the ocean is too shallow for me. I want to dive deeper. So deep that no other voice adulterates the sound of my true being.

I want to listen to my own stories, the most unfiltered versions of them.

In this wide surface, in this land as vast as the eyes can see, sometimes, all I crave for is —

some more space.

-Sabina Yesmin

[stantheanomaly]

Some are luckier than others. Some get love in abundance, while others crave for a drop from that bottomless ocean.

- Suvrahadip Ghosh, Unfairness of Love

[winlessfights]

this feeling knocks on my door

it hits me, pushes me to the floor

i’m howling in pain, everyone knows

the leading actor in my nightmares, my worst regret

you are holding my hand

dancing with me right at the edge of a cliff

you know how to disappear by flying away

and i know nothing

[mc-loveu]

Eu sou

Todas as minhas feridas, todas os meus remendos, todas as minhas rachaduras.

Eu sou tudo aquilo que eu já fui

Sou tudo aquilo que me restou e que me restará.

[ a @mc-loveu não sabe falar de amor.]

[our--impossible--love]

Shattered Trust

They carved their lies into my soul,

With promises that turned to dust.

Each one who stole a piece of me,

Left shadows where there once was trust.

They made me feel so small, unloved,

Their words like daggers, sharp and deep.

They chipped away my confidence,

And left me in the dark to weep.

Now trust is like a distant star,

A fragile hope I cannot see.

For every time I dared believe,

Their treachery came back to me.

I fear the pain of love once more,

The scars that linger, always near.

I wonder if I'll ever heal,

Or live in shadows, cloaked in fear.

In darkness, I still seek the light,

A way to mend this broken heart.

To find the strength to love again,

And know I'm worthy from the start.

-- Kit Wilde

[sakshinarula]

I removed my soul and set it aside to be read on a Sunday unlike today. Today my lonely is heavier than the earth and the weight of it has been killing me slowly. Time is birthing more time and I don't know what I want to do with the excess I already have.

- Sunday Poem, Bad Poetry and This Loving, Sakshi Narula

[pav-anne]

[poet4days]

[metanein]

I wish I had more time to look at you, talk with you, embrace you.

[vomitingwords]

[stantheanomaly]

When you admire nature, I hope you remember, you're nature too.

- Suvrahadip Ghosh, Nature within you