#PoetryOfTheSoul

[senlair]

Heart shaped concrete

If words had power, buildings that never fall would have been built...

My words and thoughts have left no impact at all, but they have deeply wounded me.

If love had an impact, everything I never desired would have disappeared.

If I flew away today and traveled to all corners of the world,would any wind blow to remind the earth that I once stood on it?Do I own it?

Would the movement of the clouds toward your window, blocking your view, affect how your day goes?

All the buildings in my country are old and worn out; I've lived in them for twenty-two years.

Yet every word I spoke held a lofty meaning.

A weak earthquake can kill me and bring down the building.

What your love did to me is sinful and unjust.

I cannot hate you, love you, or forget you.

I don't know why I loved you.

I don't know why my winds blew in your direction.

You are an old, worn-out building, not even from my city,but you brightened my eyes that were not yet withered, though they are now.

I love the smell of jasmine in the early morning.

I love the smell of coffee and wet earth; I love every beautiful scent,but I hate the beautiful smells that remind me of you.

I hate your scent a lot, your scent is like the stench of the sea,like the smell of freshly baked bread,and the scent of reckless teenagers, as if you were all of this...When I first fell for you,Are you today a man I can rely on?Are you the same person I loved ?I don't really know because it's been six months since I last spoke to you...

I know you change a lot as the weather around you changes.

You heat up with the heat and cool down with the cold,but sometimes you are all the seasons at once...Your scent is the scent of my old perfume, and your looks are filled with disappointment.

I miss you most of the time,miss the you who made an effort to speak my language...

Then everything ended.

Now I only hear your loud voice as i write on my wet papers...and I get chills every time, feel discomfort,then feel love a few seconds later...

What did I do to love someone so far from me, yet so close to my heart like the soul and heartbeat...

Even when I stand before you and feel your anxiety,you are always above me and always avoid me.

You make me feel terrible for loving you,and also pour your anger on me for loving me...As if I'm the only one to blame that this happened

.But the truth is, no one is to blame; if you want to blame someone,blame the hearts.Or blame the Lord of hearts.

I left your matter to the Lord of your heart...If the Lord of hearts wants me to love you, I accept that; hate yourself for it or love it.

I love myself, whether I love you or not.

This is my fate in life,my soul has been roasted as it loves you,and I think I'm just a toy to you.

I want to see you all the time in front of me, I feel a strange euphoria when you are around me.

I love to see you do what you do even when I'm far from you and not involved in it.

My illness might be completely healed by your calmness.

I love to see you write,I love to see you speak or talk passionately...

If your worn-out building fell and the stench of the sea disappeared,if the teenagers ate all the freshly baked bread,I think I wouldn't stop loving seeing you around me.

I remember when you told me your life is empty without me; my life isn't mine without you.

My share of peace in this life is you...Your smile is my sunshine on a Friday morning.

The sparkle in your eyes is the anxiety that has become my only proof of existence.

The shine of your hair is my loud laughter, and your arrogant personality are the pillars of the buildings I built.

[shadowsfromtheheart]

Abyssal Descent

Beneath the water’s veil, I am trapped,

A prisoner of an unseen force,

Grasping my throat with spectral hands,

Choking, silencing my breaths.

I am engulfed in a paradox,

Feeling nothing yet everything at once,

Sinking in a weightless realm,

Where limbs turn leaden,

And vitality ebbs to shadows.

A primal awareness stirs within,

Instincts whispering of the dire need for air.

Eyes flutter open, limbs begin their desperate dance,

Legs thrashing like rudderless sails,

Arms flapping in futile mimicry of flight.

I grasp for the surface,

Yet each thrash pulls me deeper,

A relentless tug of gravity’s embrace.

My chest tightens,

Breathe a fading whisper,

Water seizing my mouth and lungs in a cold embrace.

Pressure mounts, a vice on my heart,

My screams emerge as mere whispers,

Lost in the watery abyss,

Strangled by the unseen chokehold.

My final cries for help dissolve

Into the crushing silence,

A fight against the deep,

Heard by none.

I am submerged,

A soul trapped beneath the waves.

[icouldnthelpbutremember]

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[travelwithmestranger]

'A Hopeful Heart' Prompt Poem for @mlhmusings using 'Raindrops of Hope' January prompt . . . . . #mlhmusingsprompts #travelwithmestranger #poetryismytherapy #poetryisanart #poetrylovers✒️ #mywords #mythoughtsinwords #pursuitofhappiness #spilledwords #modernpoetry #freeversepoetry #poetryslam #poetrybook #poetryofthesoul #soulpoetry #hopewriters #hopequotes #healingpoetry #healingjourney #readpoetry #poetrybyme #readpoetryprompts #poetrybyme #poetrycommunityofinstagram #ilovepoetry #freeverse #healingfromtrauma #mentalhealthblogger #therelatablepoetry #womenwriters #poetsmatrix (at Hopeful) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn0DBX2BNG9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[oneterabyteofkilobyteage]

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[flyintopoetry]

Today the clouds were kissing the sky

the wind were blowing the waves

and they went away to disappear

I saw neither sorrow nor pity

they were being themselves

their moments turned into memories

I felt as I am caught in sorrow and happiness

the state of being me was missing in myself

I carried the determined definitions of being me

I was so engrossed in defined characters of mine that

Seeing them, I felt the hollowness of the world

there was not a day when there was no pity

But today it seems, why to feel pity?

Nothing is forever

then why I am making things permanent

I Felt so weird inside from heart to bottom then,

I stopped because again I was defining myself

it's like caught the wrong train and came to the desert

After the indiscriminate rain of questions

the nothingness of everything started to make sense

the life between permanent and perfection

It let me forget the natural me

Is this life is about all these?

I realized that the boat thought of life is now

Everyone needs a cold wind story

to know shores of their life

the time nor the world will stop

Nothing has to change more than being me

~Ravina🦋

🔖

#sunset #poetry #poertyofinstagram

#poetryofthesoul #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetrygram #poetrybyme #poeticjar #poetryartanonymous

[sarvajeet]

Half a Sunset - Sarvajeet D Chandra

A city of half a sunset

The other half of sunset, unseen

A city of half an acquaintance

The other half, a gaggle of unfamiliar beings

The elephant deity wages a fiery battle

Against monsters of half-truths, deceit

As the pandemic adds a mask

To the multitudes of faces we wear

The skyscrapers gaze quietly

Half-listening to my voiceless songs

The in-between-ness of a migrant life

The blank, blank emptiness of days

Sleek billboards sell half-baked dreams

What we possess never seems enough

Rejigger yourself, add speed and shine

Keep running, you aren’t good enough

I try hard to take the city out of me

In a distant resort, full of sea and stars

The city fumes inside, it’s discontent

Keeps lingering like a half-hearted exile

The sea comforts me in many ways

It devours the grisly yesterdays in me

Reconditions my half-happy tomorrows

As I ebb and flow again, with streams of strangers

#poetrylovers #poetsofyoutube #poetrycorner #Unpen #indianpoetrylovers #poetryofthesoul #indianpoetryinenglish #poemsbyme #inspiredpoetry #deeppoetry

[marineashnalikyan]

When we met,

I knew

I had loved you

for many lifetimes.

[shahidbutt7]

Another wind... Another storm... Some old stories . Some old words.. Some old trees... Met this time... Another wind.. Another storm... Some lost the light... Some found the darkness. Some never came back... Another wind.... Another storm #photogallery #visualpoetryphotography #naturephotography #romance#love#spiritual #poetry#visualart #light#chiaroscuro #visualpoetryphotography #poetryofthesoul #naturephotography #photogallery #moody#beautifullnature#art#thematic #photograhy #aesthetics #moody#beautifullnature#art#thematic #sunsets#sillehouttee#aestetics#photography #canon #life#love# #photogallery #naturephotography #visualpoetryphotography #shutterstock #poetryofthesoul #visualpoetryphotography #worldphotography.hub8 #photoimpressionism #abstarctphotigraphy #experimentalphography https://www.instagram.com/p/COsi_Pyn_03/?utm_medium=tumblr

[cade2k36]

#poetryquotes #poetryisart #poetry #poetryporn #poetsofinstagram #poetsociety #poetsofig #poetsandwriters #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #veefriends #garyvee #nature #climatechange #forests #beauty #poetryslam #poetryoftheday #poetryofthesoul #poetryislife #bookstagram #books #climatechange #climatecrisis #deforestation #calltoaction #renewableenergy #pollution (at Tucson, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSvN7ewlCkg/?utm_medium=tumblr

[hallofsidney]

If I ever wrote a screenplay for a horror movie, it would probably resemble something like this 🙈 - - - - - #hallofsidney #sidneyhallpoetry #sidneyhall #personificationart #sadpoem #depressionpoems #lonelyheartsclub #bymepoetry #poetryofthesoul #poetryformentalhealth #poetryistherapy #poetrytherapy #entermymind #iwritetobreathe #iwritepoetry #iwritewhatyoufeel #iwritethewordsyoulike #midnightpoetry #3amvibes #deepsouldivingpoems #thiefinthenight #thiefofhearts #midnightmusings #poetrycommunity #ramblingsofalostsoul #ramblingsofaninsomniac #scribbledthoughts #scribbledwords #scribledstories https://www.instagram.com/p/CPBdUzkFdE9/?utm_medium=tumblr

[empty-eyes-world]

زندگی کی ڈوری میں نے پیا سنگ جوڑی

I have tied the thread of life with my beloved

[inklingsfromdeepanjali]

Check out this awesome poem "My fellow comrades" Women, my fellow comrades You are worth saving Only if you are Queen Draupadi found Krishna, Helene the whole of Greece So, if you are no Queen, Don’t expect anyone, sprinting striding to your rescue Women, my fellow comrades..... ....if you liked it so far, read it on blog Inklings from Deepanjali- https://poemsbyshona.wordpress.com/2019/03/26/my-fellow-comrades/ #Feministas, #feministquotes, #Bebadass, #motivationalquotes, #inspirationalwords, #inspiration, #inspirationalthoughts, #poem, #poetrycommunity, #motivation, #motivateyourself, #motivationalquotes, #motivational, #poemlove, #mentalhealth, #motivationalquotesoftheday, #inspiring, #poetryofthesoul, #periods, #motivationalquotesempire, #womenunite, #unitedwestand, #femalerevolution, #poetrycommunity (at Central University of Jammu) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGWtH7DDKFj/?igshid=m06dl7j2s1tr

[cabinetofoldsecretloves]

"Nel Blu Dipinto Di Blu" (Volare) 1958 - Domenico Modugno IN THE BLUE PAINTED BLUE Thanks for loaning your house Ty♥️🏡 I sure hope this dream returns. The sky was gorgeous today and thought you might like to see just how beautiful it was today. Frankie loves it too. Penso che un sogno così non ritorni mai più Mi dipingevo le mani e la faccia di blu Poi d'improvviso venivo dal vento rapito E incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito I think that a dream like this will never return again I painted my hands and my face blue Then suddenly I was taken by the wind I started flying in the infinite sky@ghostales1957 #blue #nature #homesweethome #trees #saturday#italian #music#song #volare #fly #free#home #mindfulness #happy #domenicomodugno #poetryofthesoul #beautiful (at Kemptville, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7vb1WwHftx/?igshid=mwsxmph01bmy

[tincanpenman]

There will always be people who would see opportunities in another's misery. Have you had the misfortune of meeting anyone like that? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #opportunist #peopleforpeople #poetryofthesoul #compassionoverconvenience #instapoetrypage #instapoetryworld #instapoetrylover #instapoetrysociety #worldofpoetry #poeticthoughts #writtenwords #onemanstrash #thoughtstoday #worldwelivein #theburningworld #stopthebleed #wildfiresmoke #poetryinstagram #healingpoetry #compassionisnotacrime #existentialist #realityoflife #realismartist #theatreofpain #thoughtfulquotes https://www.instagram.com/p/B3fc34sF2GL/?igshid=14ktdtlxsjlyx

[shadowblu]

The Streets Of Youth . Oh I remember you well From way back then. That wry little smile, The wildness in your eyes, You walked the streets of youth With the sureness of ignorance. Sung the song of life Completely out of tune. Your world was only turning Because you wanted it to. You learned to fly free By simply never landing. Joy and loneliness came and went One always followed the other. You became a Man While still in boys clothing. Your green heart confused Your brain constantly amused. The exhilaration of the coming night, The realisation of the morning after. Your dreams were always ending, Just before the waking dawn. . I recall you loved your life, Your friends were the forever kind. Boundaries constantly shifting, Rules always adapting. Your walk down that shady lane Brought light into your eyes. A sharpness in your vision And growth in your soul. Oh I do recall. You were free, Free to be, Free to be me. . May 13 2016 . . . . Photo and words by Shadowjo @ Shadowlands https://m.facebook.com/Shadowlands/ #shadowjo #black_white_photography #blackandwhiteonly #black_and_whitecaptured #poetry #simplepoetry #poetryblog #poetryofthesoul #wordsfromtheheart #memories #mylifeinwords #reflections #mylifestory https://www.instagram.com/p/BxaJuP3Ff-s/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1lo41esvb0939