#Poem of the day

[aureumaze]

I'm taking in your small details,

and I'll love you in all of those.

in ways that people won't bother to notice.

I'll wear you proudly,

even if it'll take forever to strip them all down off me

once it's really over.

I'll always love you,

loudly.

—a.m.

[destinedjourneyofwords]

Forgive me,my love

Writing is the palette,I've chosen to express the depths of my love for you.Though you may not see the colours of this language now,I am preserving it very safely for you.I pray,I hope and I know that your heart beats in harmony with mine when we meet.Some day you'll know that every line was painted with you in my mind in a thousand shades and when you read let my words colour you with the warmth of my love, envelope you in a safe haven where you can always find peace and gift you a masterpiece of love,laughter,happy tears and joy

[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.

[apoemeveryday]

on hedonism by anne carson

[sleepwxlk]

“The Weight of Unseen Things”

In the quiet hours, where shadows stretch long,

I carry the weight of what’s gone wrong.

Not a weight you can hold, nor a chain you can see,

But the echoes of choices that made me… me.

They whisper at dawn, they linger at night,

A chorus of “what-ifs” that dims every light.

The words I swallowed, the roads not taken,

The promises made, then cruelly forsaken.

Do you feel it too? That invisible strain,

The tug of regret, the ghost of pain?

A smile for the world, a mask so tight,

But inside, the storms wage endless fights.

And yet, within this chaos, a spark still glows,

A small, fragile ember that quietly knows:

We’re stitched by our scars, but not wholly defined,

There’s beauty in breaking and mending in kind.

For every tear shed, there’s a seed to be sown,

A garden of lessons where resilience is grown.

The weight may not vanish, but strength will appear,

In carrying what’s heavy, we conquer our fear.

So here’s to the burden, the ache, the climb,

The fight for meaning through space and time.

We are not alone in this labyrinth of feels,

For what we bury, someone else heals.

And maybe that’s life: a tangle, a dance,

Of holding the pain while giving hope a chance.

So, to you who feels heavy, I see you, I care—

Your heart’s not alone, we’re all anchored there.

- DK

[junexsleepyy]

You’re my favorite voice to hear, every time you speak to me.

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

1)Van Gogh +Paul Valéry, from Collected Works, The Voice of Things 2) May Sarton, from a journal entry.

[litbowl]

From Andrea Gibson's book, You Better Be Lightning. (Button Poetry).

[die-rosastrasse]

~ Margaret Atwood, from "Variation on the World Sleep"

[soulinkpoetry]

This gave me chills…. A perfect performance of Michael Sheen reciting “ Do not go gentle into that good night “ by Dylan Thomas.

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[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

If I had Three Lives by Sarah Russel

[poemsforthesehours]

From Fady Joudah's book, Alight. (Copper Canyon, 2013).

[destinedjourneyofwords]

Maybe my heart is an empty vessel,waiting and yearning to be filled with the weight of your presence.Come soon,fill me with you,my love

[loveelizabeths]

- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.

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[apoemeveryday]

meanwhile by richard siken

[sleepwxlk]

“I Miss My Sister”

I miss the girl who used to laugh,

Who carried sunlight in her path.

Her smile would brighten every room,

But now she’s lost within the gloom.

Since he arrived, she’s not the same,

Her warmth replaced with hurt and shame.

He twists her thoughts, he warps her mind,

And leaves the love we knew behind.

She vents her pain, she shares her fears,

Her voice is heavy, lined with tears.

We hold her close, we beg her, “Stay,”

But always, always, she drifts away.

I see her trapped, a fragile thread,

Bound by the words he’s deftly said.

He needs her now to pave his way,

But steals her soul with each new day.

She dreams of leaving, breaking free,

But chains of guilt won’t let her be.

I miss the sister that I knew,

Her joy, her light, her spirit true.

How do I help? What can I do,

When every bridge leads back to you?

I hope one day she’ll find her voice,

And finally make the braver choice.

Until that day, I’ll stand nearby,

To catch her tears and hear her cry.

I’ll wait for her, my sister dear,

And hope one day she’ll reappear.

- DK