#Poetryontumblr

[whateverwhimsy]

Within My Mind

What I left,

pastured out and lost

long gone,

helpless hanging

a quiet galloping horse

and mindless gaggles,

intersection, interstices

a balloon of my mind,

quickly grazing the sky.

You colour me in,

new fantasias on canvas

rollicking with cadence,

newness mixed memories

aloft, in accordance,

we'll dance in evergreen

effervescence again -

untethered.

[emyofthevalley]

I give my body freely to Mother Earth,

but she doesn’t want it, not yet

she told me I was only a sapling,

my roots too small to find my footing

I would have to keep growing, growing

before she was ready to take me in

so I sit in this brook, waiting for the steady flow of water

to rip away at my seams

break me open, flush out the wounds

that cause me the most agony, I beg

take my impurities far away from here,

let them die in the open sea

and give my body back to me

cleansed eternally 🪞

[her-and-poetry]

Goodbye to the moon

I was the sun and you were the moon,

I was in pursuit to reach for you

but the more I ran after you

the further we are from each other.

So I’ll leave you where you belonged,

be in your own space to shine with the stars

and just admire you from there

let you shine your light from there.

You brought light to the darkness in my heart

but then as beautiful and admirable as you are,

no matter how much I aim for you

you’re just so distant and unreachable.

Just like the moon affects the tide of the oceans,

you have power over the highs and lows of my emotions.

Like the moon exerts gravitational forces,

you are so far away, yet your energy reaches through me, pulling me towards the very center of your heart.

-Roxanne

[hungryteeth]

[koestanta]

Monolog Senja

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Senja………

Sendu………

Pagi………

Mentari……

Jalan berkelok tanjakan mendaki

Embun sunyi disekeliling Djati

Derap langkah meniti langkah

Menyusuri kelok berumput penuh kisah

Rangkul tangan bertaut

Suara bersahut menyahut

Mentari hilang bersembunyi

Semilir angin meringankan beban menguatkan hati

Lelah kaki terasa mencoba merebut asa

Nestapa terobati oleh canda tawa

Oh Djiwaku….

Berkelanakah kau menggitari nusa?

Benarkah tujuanmu ada disana?

Puncak Rinjani lereng Merapi

Tak selalu memberi jawaban pasti

Oh Djiwaku…..

Seakan bersemayam dilangit kelabu

Tidakkah engkau merindui?

Adakah ia dibalik jinggamu?

Menghitung bintang tiada pernah usai

Merangkak di gunung tiada tergapai

Gemerlap lampu tampak disini

Kumpulan kisah tersembunyi disana

Menjabarkan rasa dari sini

Adakah ia menafsirkannya?

Menulis puisi benak berkelana

Isyarat-isyarat cinta menghujam raga

Menenggelamkan derita menguatkan asa

Mengurai kisah menggores tinta

Akukah ceritanya: atau akukah pemerannya?

………

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[adhd-creativity]

A poem about blackberry picking

[writtenbygen]

Against all odds, I find that I now love the snow because it makes me think of you.

[litbowl]

From the poem "Notes on Staying", in Hieu Minh Nguyen's book, Not Here.

[s-d-luna]

IF

The word that haunts us all

Putting regret in our heart

And wonder in our soul

If - I could only see

All the different possibilities

If - I could only go back,

And back and back again

If - I could only start over

Again and again - respawn

If - I always wonder with just

A little twinge of regret

If...

[trashpuppy31]

"It's God who owns the best in us."

But do you ever think about how just the mere question of being seen by other-worldly entity prompts such spirit in us? It prompts song, dance, hymn- It prompts notion, thought, rebellion Creation, annihilation, pensive pauses, war, famine, grime and muck

If the flourishes of heaven and the catastrophe of hell can all seep into this soil we sleep on, should we even imagine the place we'll land in after here? Or have our oldened bookcases finally slammed shut- plated in leather and gold leaf, accounts of petty wartime victories.

Isn't it bewildering how if god isn't real, then all this wasn't god, that was just us. The art wasn't god, that was just us. The calamity wasn't god, that was just us.

Doesn't that make you ponder: Did we, at some point, scare that other-worldly entity away? -- prompting him to abandon us in a cellar, with his other failed creations.

Or had he existed amongst us all along?

[whateverwhimsy]

Indefinitive

Pinpoint that moment

specific within this, with us

where the sparkle takes your eye

and your heart is blooming out,

when our cluster of desire

spins us in encapsulation, where

thoughts dizzy themselves away

and nothing but desire remains,

where does it begin and end

or where can we perceive the start?

Our truths in tune and 

in unison we move, 

bejewelled.

[ciawbellaaa]

You get up, you go to work, but on the train, suddenly, you feel numb. It's everything you wished for, but why does it now feel not right?

Not just some spoiled girl, but God, I really wish my dad was here with me.

Sitting with a receipt stuck around my neck, what should I do?

Your mom banging on the door to tell you that you have to pay her bill, and you still hug her anyway.

Ah, grown-up, they said.

[her-and-poetry]

Dead-end road of love

Being in-love with you is like traveling a road all by myself with no destination,

I’m just enjoying the solo journey of this feeling,

But at the end I know there is no end goal to this,

At the end I know it’s going nowhere,

And eventually I will have to change the direction

And go back home to myself, just all by myself…

-Roxanne

[justbeingme4177]

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[eleanor-c]

[defilededandies]

Red Rabbit

In a night where my skin was hot 

a dream descended upon me

I saw a red rabbit, with

spirals of fire around him

like the inner circles of Hell

his bright white teeth had 

something murderous

did I see blood in his fur?

Still he was bigger than how much

I thought death would be a

redemption 

hate and hunger surrounded

his appearance

invaded my senses

with a magnificent obsessive shimmer

as he  devoured

the last hours of my 

troubled sleep