#PoetryForTheSoul

[kaywrites23]

Maybe, just maybe, in another universe we were meant to be.

Then maybe there would be an us

instead of just

a you

and

a me.

[fred34543]

I Thought Sunsets Were Different

Different, That sunrises and sunsets were sat on different Pages of the same dictionary, So that the two ideas could never Intertwine, Share definitions for different Places in time.

I used to think sunsets were Different.

I used to think they never Happened, That their placement in the day Defined their placement in time. That just because they hadn't happened Yet, Doesn’t mean they won’t.

I used to think that in that split Second, When the light grips your hand, And your head rests Between the silhouettes Of clouds, That in that moment, When you’re sat, Part of a Sunset, Just You. Alone, That you could tell the difference Between sunset Sunrise?

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

Little me

I sat down with my younger self

She is beautiful, a picture left in ruins

Destroyed to ashes, falling as petals

They circle her like vultures

Hungry for the next disappointment

And nothing but emptiness and despair follows her.

Her tears, stains road maps onto her skin

An empty shell left to the wind

Hollow within, I searched for her heart

It use to be there within her skin

A brilliant like bird fluttering within

It doesn't fly anymore

And the singing seize to exist.

She still smiles at me, relief is clearly seen

But she doesn't know that I am her and she is me

She only wants to be healed,

Her pain is a halo, surrounding the scene

A darkness never before seen.

She just wants to be heard and seen, to heal and be free

I wish I could be those things for her

A bright shining light to comfort her pain

To show her that she has everything to gain

But my mind only want to play games

healing is that far away

And my younger self is once again put away

I was never ready for her tears or pain

But I will try again another day.

[atmonck]

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends." - Remember the Titans

[sometimeinthelate60s]

I went to the backyard looking for peace

I found quiet and tranquility

In my organs I found utility

My heart will now be used for love never broken

My lungs for breathing never smokin’

Intestines will no longer be starved

Skin will no longer be carved

When I entered the garden

I vowed never to darken

My spirit, which was once killed

I was put on the earth to be fulfilled

As were you

[sakshinarula]

The florist has sad eyes and the flower shop smells of pain. Every lover in a book of poetry heartbroken, every bystander__ a murmur of grief.

- House Of Stars And Flowers On Mars,

Sakshi Narula

[intothewildewego]

Fading Away

Alone in my thoughts,

It’s dark in here,

I see no one here,

I’m beginning to disappear.

The echoes of silence wrap around me,

Swallowed by shadows,

I fall unseen.

I reach out, but there’s no hand to hold—

Only the emptiness I’ve always known.

Explanation of “Fading Away”:

This poem captures the emotional weight of isolation, where the speaker feels trapped alone in their own mind, disconnected from the world. The darkness symbolizes emotional struggles—like loneliness or depression—while the speaker’s gradual disappearance reflects their sense of fading into invisibility, both to themselves and to others.

The repeated imagery of shadows, silence, and the absence of connection builds a sense of vulnerability, as the speaker grapples with the feeling of losing not just their place in the world, but also their identity. It’s a haunting exploration of emotional distance and the pain of feeling unseen.

[theromanticallyrepressed]

Night Moves

folded sheet, folded chair

2am phone calls, stiff cold air.

ivory skin, tall dog, cat hair on my clothes,

milk glass and embroidered throws.

kentucky blues whistling through the tall grass,

swimming, swirling clouds in my coffee to cream,

empty frames hung from the highest points on the wall,

and the sweet decor replacing my personal sours.

rolled down car windows paired to melancholic tunes of a midnight move,

if it weren’t for my need of nostalgia— who am i make believing myself into?

If we learn to live like this maybe we can learn to be content with ourselves more, in this certainty we call life.

A year by, but i am in the same place a last.

Who am i chasing this time? What?

[cowardlyriver]

One day you're going to sit across from a girl that isn't me and fall in love with her.

Your mother is going to pester you to "just meet the nice girl I met the other day" and you'll sigh and do it just to get her off your back.

You don't expect to laugh at her jokes or be invested in her stories and it throws you.

She arrives at the restaurant an hour late because of her shift at the hospital. You don't really know why you waited. You've always hated tardiness. You were supposed to meet her once and that was going to be it. You didn't expect to want to see her again. And again. And again.

I see your engagement pictures on social media and I have to leave the room before my friends see my face.

In the photos, she wears her hair up, oxidised earrings in her ears and a beautiful pale pink sari around her, white heels peeking beneath her pallu. She leans against you, holding your hand and smiles brightly. Your gaze is soft and tentative. You are in love.

She gets to point at the sunset to get you to look too. Watch fireworks with you. Write poems for you. Have you listen while she complains. She gets to pull the corners of your mouth into a smile when you glare at the camera in pictures. She gets to occupy the same physical space as you. Which is to say she gets to love you.

I am sorry I could not cross physical space to be with you. Which is to say I loved you in whatever way I could. Which is to say there is some part of my being that has quieted after being known by you. Which is to say I will never not want life to go easy on you. I wish you the kind of forever in which there is ease and joy and all of life's mundane glory.

[kaywrites23]

If my life was a book, meeting you would be my favorite chapter.

[jerobertsthoughts]

When I think of Valentine's day...

I think of us cooking together and feeding each other

I think of romantic setups and the expression on your face after seeing it

I think of you pulling me up to dance with you

And you whispering to me "I love you too"

I think of our deep conversations and the smile that crosses your face

I think of you holding me close and kissing my forehead

I think of the poems that we've written to each other throughout the years

I think about how you've conquered all of my fears

When I think of Valentine's day

-Jeroberts

[dscript-poetry]

Feelings described through nature

Sweet cherry blossoms raining autumn drift away into winds long forgotten to sky blue days reflecting gentle oceans painting shapes upon snow white clouds pouring out happiness while sun dances about.

[meer079]

She lives the poetry she cannot write🪶💌

[atmonck]

"The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of knowing that no one else will ever understand." 

- The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

[harmonyhealinghub]

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[sakshinarula]

Love, I can give you my arms, you can call them home. I can give you my wars and my skin because you bring me joy and a song. I can give you fistfuls of light, my hands full of poetry and prayer. I can offer you warm bread pulled and proven in my kitchen because you looked into my eyes like I was a dying wish, like if there were more years, there would have been gardens, if there was reason, there would've been more years.

-Bad Poetry and This Loving, Sakshi Narula