#Poetry Blogs

[splattered-ink]

"Why don't we talk anymore?"

I stopped loving you, because you kept bringing me strawberry milkshakes.

But the issue is not that I hate strawberry,

It's that I hate milkshakes.

They are cold,

Shaken

They have an unpleasant texture

They hurt my head

You know this

all of this,

But when I try to remind you,

You force a straw into my mouth—

and tell me to drink.

You never listen

You hear me

You watch me talk

But you never listen.

That's why you'll read this

And tell me

“But you love strawberry!”

Instead of

“I'm sorry, you don't like milkshakes.”

But even then

Even now

Did you never realize

I was never talking about milkshakes?

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Come, Come, Whoever You Are

Rumi

[brownsugar4hersoul]

[sumloonpoetry]

Gleam

What happens when a star falls?

Or implodes—

Shattered into less than a shard?

—scatters the globe?

I'm gone in the wind...

Never knew how to stick,

Or had a will past the fifth—

So my stomach gets sick,

When the bottle is licked...

'Clean'.

Wonder how the glass gets its sheen,

When the sun sets...

How do souls appear to be seen,

Amongst all the unrest?

Landscapes are never quite beached,

So I'm always under duress—

Until I'm let go to run free,

Captured in the picturesque...

My petals plucked me,

Stem's stuck in bleeding effect.

Roots are never ingrained,

So my heart isn't worth the invest

—Just dissect,

Let it lay:

All my organs displayed,

None of them are in red—

But a cold indigo.

[imperialsid]

read a poem today: Delaware

delaware I was talking to my cat on the therapist’s chair A quick sound arose, a letter from Delaware. Written by a friend I had not seen in years, In the mailbox, the pathway to allay my fears. The scented primrose shell, wooden furniture spells An unforeseen letter, where she hoped to find me well. White napalm walls, straight from Bolivian beaches Looking for someone to kill, the…

[ifeelcertainiamgoingmad]

White Knuckles

I'm turning into the brown sugar of your eyes, hoping you will sit with me just the same as you did with your sister. Beside swallowing lakes, an island asleep in the middle.

You are walking on the tracks, shoes caught in planks, a dying oak covered in a glorious gown of moss. I am sinking into every step, pebbles jumping from the back of my heels.

Say it to me again, how you would disappear for hours at a time even though you were sitting right there.

White knuckles chewed on by crooked teeth. An outburst of rage, a flickered blue on your tongue was how I knew you were there, somewhere deep inside your own head.

Say it to me again, the collapse of your state like any other disastrous thing. Sit with me beside this body, the headline: an unwelcome guest.

A guarantee will not be peace, but one clear breath.

[wedarkacademia]

[minimalist-quotes]

Better to admit you walked through the wrong door than spend your life in the wrong room.

[bebs-art-gallery]

Dear Desolation by Eliran Kantor † Love of the Wolf by Hélène Cixous

[thefirstlivingart]

This isn't how life is supposed to feel

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[splattered-ink]

Look at the stars

Look at the stars

Specks of brilliance

strewn across inky black

An eternal

and untouchable presence

Look at the stars

Scribbled by messy hands

and wandering minds

Unique as the real thing

In the minds

of even the most bored

Look at the stars

Hidden everywhere in life

In the eyes of our most adored

In our veins, flows stardust itself

Look at the stars

In everything you touch

You will find a piece of a star

Or what remains of it

They are the very blood of the universe

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Yes by William Stafford

[brownsugar4hersoul]

[sumloonpoetry]

Regret

If the grass is always greener,

Why's everything looking dead?

Why can't I ever feel freer?

Why's everything worse in my head?

Feel like a cyborg hijacked—

I'm feeling meaner,

daily since I BoJack'ed,

Any chance of getting cleaner...

Know it's my own fault I'm getting whacked,

Can't ever look back...

Self reflections of an addict,

Trying to wash away harm they impacted—

It's all just too refracted...

Wish my soul wasn't in so many fractions,

So I could just unpack it—

But that's only helping myself...

I don't just want to help

Myself—but everyone I've come upon,

Whether it was for a minute or a second—

I'm only wishing well.

[roseforviolet]