#PoetryPorn

[vampressart]

[alexdelormepoetry]

We split our soul in half to be together.

Alex Delorme

[stormykatie]

cold wind kissing

my nape sending

shivers down my spine

sweet november,

the feelings are gone

and all that's left now

is a trail of blood,

tears staining the walls,

which the shadows

cover with darkness

so he won't see

so he won't know

the night wept for him

-katie

[lamentationsofasunflower]

once upon a time

there was a girl

made of dreams;

a butterfly,

in a forest full of trees.

the wind would twirl her

as she danced among the flowers,

the trees would sway in enmity,

for in freedom, laid her power.

until one day,

they sought it for their own,

poking holes in her flight,

ensuring never more to be flown.

now every night when the wind blows,

you can hear them all sing,

“come see the girl

with earthbound wings.”

[env0writes]

Is it a gift To pass without harm Without memory From the minds of others If so, then– Happy birthday

You may not remember me But you will always remember In the late night longings So then, if You reach out I will Not be there

NaNoWriMo Vol. 4, 11.9.24 “Left on Read”

@env0writes C.Buck   Ko-Fi & Venmo: @Zenv0 Support Your Local Artists!

[rizuuspoetry]

You are like my favorite kind of aphrodisiac I would gladly inject everyday.

- Rz

[blackbacchus999]

"Weaving the Sacred Verse: A Pagan Community Poem"

Hey everyone! I want to start something special—a community poem that every Pagan on Tumblr can add to. The idea is simple: I'll begin the poem with a single line, and each person who reblogs it will add their own line to continue the poem. Let's see how far we can take this, weaving our words together into a web of shared wisdom, devotion, and creativity. Whether you're a poet, a dabbler, or just want to contribute, every voice is welcome. Let's make this the biggest Pagan poem ever, a living, growing creation of our community. I'll start the beginning of the poem Here......

"Weaving the Sacred Verse"

"In the beautiful darkness of wild revelry, our spirits intertwine,Where vines of ecstasy and reason both entwine...

[msafflictus]

Give Your All

[offstage-euthymia]

You know how they say it.

And play the rhythm on it.

From the coast to coast.

To the most common place

Where laces dance

On the floor behind the door.

The more i listen.

The more i see.

The vast sea

I tend to go and listen to the stream.

Behind a curtian.

On a gentle breeze and some light beams

For i am certain that sun and shine

Rain and cloud.

Are bound to merge from time to time

Even snow melts down

And plants sprout.

And some dry down.

When it falls in fall

The colours down below.

And yet again it will snow.

And yet again the winds will blow

And so it will shine and be dry in summer fries

And rain will make a bow and bow beneath the rainbows.

By Marko Tivanovac.

[maihonhassan]

ki haq se farishton ne 'iqbaal' ki ghammazi

To God the angels did complain ʹGainst Iqbal and did say

gustakh hai karta hai fitrat ki hina-bandi

That rude and insolent is he, Nature he paints much brightly

khaki hai magar is ke andaz hain aflaki

Though born of mud and water, yet a god assumes to be:

rumi hai na shami hai kashi na samarqandi

Not bound to any home or land, of earthly ties is free

sikhlai farishton ko aadam ki tarap us ne

To throngs of Heaven he has taught, like man, to fret and pine

aadam ko sikhata hai aadab-e-khudawandi

To clay‐made man he fain would teach the wont and mode divine

- Allama Iqbal

[aesonas]

Gia (1998 movie) 🎥

[vampressart]

Under her smile, deeply buried rage, sadness and lust.

[alexdelormepoetry]

Don't touch me in my sleep

You love me so greedily.

Alex Delorme

[stormykatie]

november storm

rummages my mind,

creating a mess

out of my dreary

thoughts, now they scream

madness, maybe i need

a bit of madness

to see clearly

and realize things

aren't what they seem

the smile painted

on my lips, it does

not reach the eyes

i swear i want to be drunk

with happiness

but now i feel foolish

if it's only that simple

then i could just rearrange

the mess, silence the voices,

send the chaos out of my head

but no, november storm

feeds at my fear,

turns me into something

i never expected to be:

an escapist

katie

[cosmic-blogs]

TO BE

I wear life on my soul, 

as a badge of honour.

For it taught me well, to say,

I am not a cynic, I am not a stoic.

I am not a saint, I am not a sinner.

I am not a blank canvas.

I am not your mirror.

No part of me was for you to claim.

Wholly or partially.

When I disposses all, finally,

having been with you does not 

become a crime.

It could not have been any different 

The power was never yours or mine.

I don't belong to anyone

Yet I am not unclaimed.

I am no one's glory

I am no one's game.

I wasn't born unfree of risks.

Nor was I meant to be safe.

I am a portal

That brings life to life.

For it to fold however it may.

In love or in strife.

Be it a tragedy or a game.

I was not the shoulder, 

you could rest your blame.

I am as fiercely my own.

As the love I know to give.

I am as breathless to a gasp

As I am death, to the need to live.

I shine more in utter solitude.

Than in the company, of a hundred one.

I see through disdain disguised

As platitude.

So I seek to renounce eclipses

You hide behind the sun.

I have known ecstasies

I have known grief

But I am neither a rejoicer

No am I a mourner.

I am,

that is all.

The same at this end

As in the corner.

And this life I wear upon my 

soul as a badge of honour.

.

.

[sarositara]

With every falling droplets on the earth

Merging with the ground, sinking deeply

I wish my dehydrated roots never felt dry

All those what ifs haunting me steeply

The smell of petrichor hit the nostrils

I watch it ease away the moments missed

Echoes of a past that we can't confess

The rain's embrace, a bittersweet kiss

- Rain scented regrets // between the pages of my lost journal!

I could burn for you while you don't even know my name!

But when I lay on the ground

Like the dormant seeds

He poured on me like rain

Now I'm growing chrysanthemum tree

Blooming at every verses I'm reciting

For that I'll be forever grateful!

- © sarositara