#Tumblr Poets

[heartofmuse]

There are moments of intense vulnerability, moments when the missing you is so intense it takes my breath away, moments when only being wrapped in your arms will make it ok.

e.v.e.

[lilllium]

— Planetarium, by Adrienne Rich

[27paperlilies]

The maiden veiled in white.

Head to toe in lacy ivory white, she makes such a pretty sight.

A porcelaine dove not in flight, her wings will be clipped, before this very night.

Her slow decent down to hell and all to the beat of a mocking church bell.

[inkedwingss]

i did it - the little zine is here!

it's so simple but it took me so much time to actually DO IT

(do you know when you want to do something and you just... don't? okok so now.... I did it! ihihihih)

I'm folding the printed versions here as I type and tomorrow I will take them to the library, coffee shop, and other little art shops in my town :) and you can get yours for free here!

Download, print, and fold: the mini poetry zine is all yours! xx GO MINI ZINES

reblog if you love poetry :)

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[in-my-thinking]

Why we stay

I just don’t know

When we know deep down

We need to go.

[destinedjourneyofwords]

POV : They both decided to meet

He is the very beginning of thought, she would start on that day. He is the excitement she gets on that day, He is the smile she would wear on that day, He is the happiness that would make her heart swell. He would be the stolen glances she would savour He would be the conversation she would listen to He would be the word she would have kept to utter, He would be every second of the time she would be ready to spend He would be the tears of cry she would miss while going back home, alone. He would be the moment she would have felt, He would be the dream she would have got when she sleeps. He would be the hope she would long to wait, to meet him again another day. He would be the reason she would have thanked God and felt blessed. He would become an unforgettable memory, she treasures from that day. She would be an arrangement of words. He would be the one who gave meaning, and breathed life to it. She would be a poem,but He is the feeling, she felt and cherished!

[anarkali-disco-chali]

एक उमर है जो बितानी है तेरे बगैर,

और एक लम्हा है जो गुज़ारा नहीं जाता।

[poetrybynoone]

[afyerarchive]

Doomscroll at 5:16 PM

(basically a vent poem)

Another exhausting day

another grade-jarring test

another surprise encounter

with someone who broke me

Another tension with my peer

another idea forgotten

another day of setbacks

just another monday,

just the water cycle.

[heartofmuse]

Let me light a fire in you, unquenchable, and form a bond between us, unbreakable. Let me delve my hands into your center and plant the seeds of surrender. Drench you in my wild love, so tender. Look into your endlessness and open the doors of shared dreams and imagination.

e.v.e.

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Sometimes I exist along the edge of humanity.

Barely awake.

The forecast didn't call for fog,

But I fear I cannot see in this haze.

I can hear you beneath the water,

But your touch lingers on a corpse.

Cold, yet still.

My body aches for anything,

Dredge the lake.

Find me here.

Let me breathe.

However big the part of me that begs to float here,

However exhausted my soul may be.

So many greys,

A silent, dizzying haze,

And you-

Trying to start a fire

Underwater.

x

[soulinkpoetry]

The most uncomfortable memories haunt us at night when we lie in bed. Lock the door behind you.

.

.

[crescentdreamss]

In another life, we saved each other from drowning in the same ocean of shared tears & mirrored longings.

[inkedwingss]

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intro-prose-poem:

Stife Dichotomy I guess I can say I'm a lonely soul — at times I feel like a child, sometimes like I'm one hundred years old. I'm too weird for my friends, too friendly for strangers, too holy for the world, too worldly for the holy; too high-functioning for a diagnosis, and too self-aware to drop my therapist. Definitely too mystic for hedonism, and too orthodox for gnosticism — but also too experienced to believe in imperfect human definitions. Too smart for the educational system scam, but definitely too dumb for basic math. Also, I get lost very easily and have this tendency to hit myself while walking around the house, which means I might hit you if we walk side by side. Can't stop crying once I start. I will need coffee. And tea. I hate most textures, so don't buy me clothes as a gift, please. In fact, I prefer shopping alone. I'd be happy to hold your hand and just feel the silence with you if you need me to - or the pain. Love reading, but hate most books (I'm picky). Desktop > mobile. I have a kaleidoscope for a mind. Would take in all the abandoned animals and orphans if I had the chance, but I can't help everyone, and can't help myself sometimes... I'm a terrible liar. English is my second language. I can be grumpy for no reason, especially if I'm tired. Yeah, I'm full of flaws, but following the flawless one. Anyway, while you're here, I hope you feel welcome.

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[poetrybynoone]