#Poetry Lovers

[sadiahakim]

We were each other's sun, a Sunrise Arc away.

— Sadia Hakim

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Jay Vespertine; not from a book but from an actual conversation.

[emy-is-not-here]

" I crave you in the most innocent form. I crave to say good night and give you forehead kisses and to say that I adore you when you feel at your worst. I crave you in ways where I just want to be next to you and nothing more or less."

[samxcamargo]

You don’t have to be healed to deserve the good things in your life.

-Josue Camargo

[belovedapollo]

some of my favorite poetry books ����

reblog is ok, don’t repost/use

[andileighwrites]

Our Ghosts

...

We'll watch each other's ghosts

And knit cocoons around them

Made of memories we share;

We'll stay warm in the winter

That won't tell us what's impending

And our ghosts will go from there.

...

Andi Leigh 10/25/2024

[lettersbycandlelight]

by taylorashleypoetry

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

I swear I'll read a poem by some dead person who feels the same way I do and just... for a moment, I stop hating myself and the world and I just remember: we're all going through the same things to different levels of intensity. So just remember to do right by the people around you and to love yourself the best you can.

[cherrychevellet]

دست از طلب ندارم تا کام من برآید یا تن رسد به جانان یا جان ز تن درآید

I will not cease my pursuit until my wish is fulfilled, Either my body reaches my beloved, or my soul leaves the body.

Saadi Shirazi

[sehrishkhann]

When Ahmad Faraz said, “tu mujhse khafa hai toh zamaane ke liye aa”. If you are mad at me, come just for the sake of this world

When Jaun Elia said, “woh jo na aane wala hai us se mujhko matlab tha” The one who is not going to come, i cared about them

And when Wajid Shaik said, “ittefaaq se milne waley marzi se bichar jaate hain” The ones we find through destiny leave by their own will

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[thepastisapebbleinmyshoe]

He is the ghost sitting beside me, filling the spaces of a country house. A little out of the way, but never far, from the thirty years I've spent drifting, in and out of my sleepy hometown.

Nestled in the trees, a few blocks, down the street, is a decaying paper mill. In the early hours of morning, I walk the withered railway tracks, beside a disturbed, cascading creek.

Breathing in winter from my front porch, to discover the solitude, I once longed for. In cups of coffee, endless hours of sleep, and in all of the unbalanced steps, taking me further from him, closer to me.

Wrapped in love and answered prayers, made so many years before, in the spaces, of a home hidden, under sunbathed groves, where I once sat alone, in the peace, that denial often brings.

To softly begin again, in a quiet cottage, I let our marriage dissipate into the wind, And in the spaces of my new home, I find myself sitting beside the ghost, of a loving friend, stitching together, all of my abandoned dreams, once displaced by time and grief.

Ghosts of August

[sadiahakim]

— Sadia Hakim // sadia hakim's writing journal

[ily-beyond-measure-carstairs]

His presence felt like warm breeze, words, and poetry. Sunlit, ethereal and forever radiant. - me

[emy-is-not-here]

I am a lover without a lover. I’m lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself .

Warsan Shire

[samxcamargo]

Book: Night Drives 💕