#Poetry Lovers
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letsbelonelytogetherr · 9 months ago
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— Jay Vespertine; not from a book but from an actual conversation.
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emy-is-not-here · 9 months ago
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" 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."
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samxcamargo · 2 years ago
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You don’t have to be healed to deserve the good things in your life.
-Josue Camargo
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belovedapollo · 6 months ago
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some of my favorite poetry books 📖
reblog is ok, don’t repost/use
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sadiahakim · 2 months ago
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— Sadia Hakim // sadia hakim's writing journal
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andileighwrites · 10 days ago
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Our Ghosts
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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.
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Andi Leigh 10/25/2024
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kaleb-is-definitely-sane · 25 days ago
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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.
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lettersbycandlelight · 5 months ago
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by taylorashleypoetry
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cherrychevellet · 25 days ago
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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
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thepastisapebbleinmyshoe · 3 months ago
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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
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His presence felt like warm breeze, words, and poetry. Sunlit, ethereal and forever radiant. - me
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inkedwingss · 2 months ago
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does love exist without sacrifice? and does sacrifice exist, with no pain? painless life, I see no gains! just another robot in the rain unable to feel the drops chilling their veins cold these are ages of veinless love but the soul is in the blood we have no artery, no bump, no heart no ups and downs as God intended we are lifeless! if it doesn't move it's dead, they told me but on that calm Sunday no suffering, no thunder and I realized I would rip my chest apart just for you, for a smile to smell your breath or anything like it no big problems required the sacrifice was already done inwards me, lying down at the altar while love aches, in invisible pure and beautiful slaughter
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emy-is-not-here · 8 months ago
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I am a lover without a lover. I’m lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself .
Warsan Shire
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samxcamargo · 1 year ago
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Book: Night Drives 💕
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belovedapollo · 1 year ago
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“I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly”
— Tulips, Sylvia Plath
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