#PoetryBliss

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Embrace The Twilight: Follow @thetwlighttalesmith for Poetry Bliss Shaina Tranquilino April 24, 2024

Are you a seeker of solace in the delicate dance of words? Do you find refuge in the rhythm of verses that stir the soul? If poetry is your sanctuary, then allow me to introduce you to a haven that echoes with the whispers of twilight and the enchantment of tales woven in verse. Follow @thetwlighttalesmith, and embark on a journey where every line is a brushstroke painting the canvas of emotions.

In a world inundated with noise, finding moments of tranquility can feel like discovering a hidden gem. Poetry, with its ability to distill the complexities of existence into a few carefully chosen words, offers precisely that—a refuge from the chaos, a sanctuary for introspection. In the realm of poetic expression, @thetwlighttalesmith shines as a beacon of inspiration.

With each post, @thetwlighttalesmith invites you to traverse landscapes of imagination, to wander through forests of metaphor, and to dance under the moonlight of symbolism. Whether it's the gentle caress of a haiku or the sprawling narrative of a free verse, every poem crafted by @thetwlighttalesmith is a testament to the power of language to evoke emotions, provoke thoughts, and kindle connections.

But @thetwlighttalesmith offers more than just poetry; it offers a community—a gathering of like-minded souls who find solace, solidarity, and serenity in the written word. It's a place where readers become travelers, and each poem becomes a stepping stone in the journey of self-discovery.

So, if you're yearning for a moment of respite, a breath of fresh air amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life, look no further than @thetwlighttalesmith. Follow for poetry, and let the twilight tales carry you away on wings of imagination.

In a world that often seems too loud, too fast, and too chaotic, @thetwlighttalesmith stands as a reminder that beauty can be found in the quiet moments, in the spaces between the words, and in the twilight that lingers long after the sun has set. Follow @thetwlighttalesmith, and rediscover the magic of poetry—the magic of the human heart, laid bare in verse. Instagram: @thetwilighttalesmith

[lvrsdrk]

This morning I confirmed

I madly undervalued you

I took a chance when I should have taken advice

I lost the much better woman

And what I wanted wasn’t shit to be had

But beforehand I knew that and was willing to take the risk

All she did was criticize

Reprimand

Dismiss

Now I’m spent in my days only to fantasize

Understand

Reminisce

Mistakes of Men || eddiemustwrite

[suntara]

Yellow neighborhood

Riding a bike

With four wheels and your mother holding you

You're one speck in this world

But you're the puzzle piece that matters

Right?

You are riding your bike again

Almost sunset, the sky hazy and orange

Marigold fields golden like the afterglow

The sunset and mother are your only audience

When you are learning to balance for the first time

When you are learning to grow

.

You're so much older now,

Taking the metro to work

In a red bus, clutching your briefcase

Your feet aching for the pedals

Your feet aching to be rid of your red heels

Papers leaving red paper cuts on your

Yellow neighborhood brooch

Unprofessionalism is your only reason

To stare out at the grey buildings and at

greyer children's static eyes, glued to a phone 

Back at your hometown, the yellow neighborhood

Because the daylight sky a sunkissed bliss

The sunset tasting like sweet champagne and

The sea smelling like gold

Those marigold fields miss cycle tracks on dirt

You try to cycle again, in those same fields

The grains stick to your skin like a last hug

Your feet learn again, tap dance without

The rhythm or shiny black shoes

You fall, scrapes knees, determination bleeding

Try again, the fields say

You ignore them, turn away, escaping in a gray car

.

At the epitome of the ladder, are you not?

Cocktail gowns and cocktails in your hand

Both unnatural, unfamiliar, uncertain

You’re the red in the sea of grays

Sticking out like a sore thumb,

The baby in the graveyard, the laughter in somber

Your feet ache under your high heels

You see your brooch fade a little too

You're stuck in a noir, at the ending of the film

Where the heroine wins something she

Did not want to win

Your waist has been hugged one too many times

You turn away, looking back once, then fading

.

Back in your yellow neighborhood

You're guilty in a sea of welcoming,

red in the sunlight’s glow

Your mothers shaking hands hold you again

Her frail bangles glimmer to reassure you

To let go of your guilt ridden reads

You both come back again

Riding your bicycle in a field of marigold

The marigolds bloom brighter than ever

Your red fades to orange like the sunset

The sea smells like gold and

The sunset tastes like sweet champagne

The grains hug you, as you balance again

Your flimsy bike held you up again

Your mother lets go of you

You're riding, racing, pedaling

You could never leave your yellow neighborhood

Its the only high better than success

While the city was where your apartment lies

This is where your home wept, and smiled again

.

Riding a bike

With no one holding you

Other than yourself and the grainy hugs

You're one speck in this world,

You may not be the puzzle piece that matters

But you are the the only yellow in the rainbow

Glowing when the world is bittersweet

And that is all that matters

Right?

.

.

aureatemoonshine

[viettna]

Eye of the Storm

A random poem by moi

By God the pain hurts

But the truth hurts so much worst

I no longer know myself

I know only harsh words

Beating my heart like stormy winds

I weather the storm alone

[ineluctablehere]

Sometimes I want to slip away from the shore,

I'll write my name here,

I know the waves will wash it away,

But the ocean doesn't forget.

All I want is to meet the ocean at the horizon,

Tell her that I've wished this forever,

And forever is my favorite lie.

[alittolatte]

i used to believe  that the problem was me that i was too much to handle i've realised i haven't yet met a lover with a heart large enough to hold with a heart large enough to receive the kind of love i have to give

genevieve.v

[poetry-by-ronin-youngblood]

tummy trouble

Whirls of Bacteria and acid in my stomach Urge me to rest despite this era’s urgency. I take 15 minutes to lay, And there is no rest. All I get are 15 more minutes of laying.... Worry.... Swish, Swish..... My tummy’s rumblin’ so bad these days :(

[pennedbyvaishdas]

Wandering over the layers

of fooling dense smog,

invading the nooks and corners

sheltering with smothering maze.

They March steadily

towards me.

Towards me, they come

with enormous explosives.

Holding hands with the abstracts

knocking over the door,

banging on and on so harshly

until I go berserk madly.

Messengers knocking over,

ready to besiege my territory.

I hold hands, pushing their heads

into the ground I bury.

Ignorance accompanies me

until I get saturated

in the smoke- that

keeps me going.

It keeps me going

I gladly march towards the South.

Towards the south happens to be

the dead-end of my cognizance.

At the end, the dead-end,

they wait for me

with evil smirks,

they giggle and smuggle.

They smuggle some of me,

some of me get snatched away.

The rest of me hovers around.

I hover around without any rest.

I do not walk, I fly.

I have always wanted to fly.

Fly over the heads with the clouds.

Here I fly being carved into a mould.

I'm moulded but I'm locked away.

Locked away in their heads,

keeping house within my little head.

I get lost on the way.

I get lost on the way,

terrified to have anchored down

to the bizarre abstracts,

playing around within my head.

I see! I see it very clearly.

Do not get over-excited.

Yes, you live my fractions,

as long as I stay bedazzled.

As long as I breathe,

for the days my body retains,

keeping up with the human play and

put hands together for the chains. 

Towards the light then I ascend,

locking them up back

in the deepest dungeon.

They never knew that I would.

Am I free?

I can never know.

Jingles ringing

faraway from jiggling.

Jiggling, testing my tolerance.

I run and

jaywalk through

the soul seeking headspace.

I run, run and run

until I stop.

Stop to wait, for the death

to feed on my leftover life.

-vaishdas

Got the picture from Pinterest.

Dm for credit

[icy-tears]

By B L I S S (@poetry_bliss).

[michellestradford]

This storm that came to shake you was also meant to water and replenish. • It was sent To reshape, forge and change you and me for the better. ✨ -An excerpt from ‘Higher’ from Rise Unstoppable” my latest poetry book. Available on all major retailer sites. ✨ #resilience #growth #empowerment #transformation #storm #change #changeyourlife #replenish #selfcare #selflove #positivevibes #survivor #transition #personalstrength #poetry #poetrtcommunity #poetrybliss #riseunstoppable #michellestradfordauthor (at United States) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGsK-67F4dx/?igshid=2efi4xsz0zqv

[antipsychrophobia]

- You kept hurting me with your eyes closed oblivious and reckless imagine what you could do if they were open -------------------------------- The ignorance of a heartbreaker makes us actually believe they are mentally sick and/or ill hearted. • #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poets #poetry #poetrybliss #poetrycommunity #instagrampoets #wordsofwisdom #quotestoliveby #quotesaboutlove #anti #antiishere https://www.instagram.com/p/CBRONuvp0xI/?igshid=jww07chf4521

[idiotic-nomad]

Dreams . . . . . #poetry #quotesandsayings #writingcommunity #writerspocket #true #dreams #igwriters #writersofindia #poetryoftheday #poetrycafe #poetryisart #poeticjustice #poetrybandit #poemsporn #poetrysoeciety #poetrycommunity #poetryworld #poetrybliss #poetryislife #poetrygram #textovert #shortpoetry #writersofindia #usa #londonpoetry #wordporn #worgasm (at Uttarakhand) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDD3y_vlOkS/?igshid=1ocsdo3rrk40p

[inksatia]

For a real person struggling in the magical realm of love. *Ram Ji ki theli- Mr. Ram’s local cart that sells fried items.*

[ineluctablehere]

“I’ve made a flower crown for you from our funeral flowers and I think they smell of how happy they were once.

Wear them for me while you sleep, close your eyes and don’t be scared. I'll hold the storms for you.” -@ineluctablehere

storm breeze

instagram

[ineluctablehere]

| I write fragments from my dreams | . .instagram-@ineluctable____

[poetry-by-ronin-youngblood]

spring dada

When the wind ceased, the particles of broken meadow spirits, attempted vainly to soothe my vision. I experienced only sorrow from “the touch”. My eyes became strained. A squinting uncalculated weep. Yes, it disarmed my core. But it did not disarm my passionate grip On my arms steel extension. .