#PoetryPorn

[vampressart]

[maihonhassan]

Mohsin Naqvi was surely homesick when he said;

"Tum kahan jaogey socho Mohsin, log thak haar ke ghar jaate hain."

[alexdelormepoetry]

We split our soul in half to be together.

Alex Delorme

[stormykatie]

my lips were dry,

famished until

you found me

and filled every

inch of my body

with affection

i know i was

thirsty,

yearning for

warmth,

a bit of your light

darling, you satiated

my hunger,

resurrected every fiber

of my dead body

but did you really

need to make

love taste like

a debt i need

to repay?

-doesn't that defeat the purpose?

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.”

[blackbacchus999]

Dionysus by A. Crowley

I bring ye wine from above,

From the vats of the storied sun;

For every one of yer love,

And life for every one.

Ye shall dance on hill and level;

Ye shall sing in hollow and height

In the festal mystical revel,

The rapurous Bacchanal rite!

The rocks and trees are yours,

And the waters under the hill,

By the might of that which endures,

The holy heaven of will!

I kindle a flame like a torrent

To rush from star to star;

Your hair as a comet’s horrent,

Ye shall see things as they are!

I lift the mask of matter;

I open the heart of man;

For I am of force to shatter

The cast that hideth -Pan!

Your loves shall lap up slaughter,

And dabbled with roses of blood

Each desperate darling daughter

Shall swim in the fervid flood.

I bring ye laughter and tears,

The kisses that foam and bleed,

The joys of a million years,

The flowers that bear no seed.

My life is bitter and sterile,

Its flame is a wandering star.

Ye shall pass in pleasure and peril

Across the mystic bar

That is set for wrath and weeping

Against the children of earth;

But ye in singing and sleeping

Shall pass in measure and mirth!

I lift my wand and wave you

Through hill to hill of delight :

My rosy rivers lave you

In innermost lustral light..

I lead you, lord of the maze,

In the darkness free of the sun;

In spite of the spite that is day’s

We are wed, we are wild, we are one.

[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

[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.

[aesonas]

Gia (1998 movie) 🎥

[vampressart]

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

[maihonhassan]

And when Mahmoud Darwish wrote;

“tumhari gair maujoodgi mein sab theek hai, siwaye mere.”

[alexdelormepoetry]

Don't touch me in my sleep

You love me so greedily.

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

[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.

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