#connection poem

[slut4poets]

Disconnected

Why do you put your headphones on

Do you not feel like you belong?

I want to talk but you seem to recluse

I know that you’re used to being used

I just don’t want you to be confused

Are my intentions not clear enough or

Does this generation need more love?

Connecting seems so hard

When phones do the job, what’s left of humanity?

Can anyone really see what I mean?

Online, but disconnected from real life

[clarabelleblog]

Don't Block Out the Sun

We are more connected to nature than we realise.  Poetry flows from its wondrous energy. Embrace all its beauty today and everyday. Don't block out the sunor hide away from its heartbeatYour body yearns for its presenceAllow the light from the moonto quench your natural soulYour mind prays for that peaceWhen you see a rainbowbe thankful in its beautyYour spirit embraces this graceA flower in…

[potatoesandsunshine]

everything u need to know about me can actually be explained by the fact that i read that poem about the serving girl wearing the pearls so they're warm for her mistress when i was like 11 and it rewrote my brain chemistry forever

like this Changed Me

[grendel-menz]

I feel bad for being upset with my body and autoimmune disease

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

A poem written by Marcellus Williams about Palestine.

Despite DNA evidence proving his innocence, he was executed on September 24, 2024.

[asoftepiloguemylove]

A QUIET LIFE WITH YOU // ON DOMESTICITY

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert // 呪術廻戦 Jujutsu Kaisen (2018-) cr. Gege Akutami

[iambrillyant]

“honor the friendships that allow you to pick up from where you last left off, regardless of how long it’s been since you connected. the friendships that survive hiatuses, silences and space. those are the connections that never die.”

— iambrillyant

[existingillusion]

Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars

[cerleansky]

My therapist was so real for saying the meaning of life is found in connection.

People hug their friends when they meet up and hug them a little tighter when it comes time to say goodbye. My grandfather rebuilt the broken rocking horse my grandmother had as a child, a gift from her father. There's an indescribable ache that goes along with seeing someone you used to know intimately, the becoming of a common stranger. Coincidences that bind, one time I got an uber and the driver used to live in my home before me. It was the last place he saw his father alive as a child and he nearly cried when I told him the walls were still the same colour.

Has anyone ever gotten over their childhood best friend? Is that alone not a testament to the fact we are more than blood and bones.

It's all about connection, friends.

[webweabings]

TO RETURN TO MY TREES

“The Overstory” (2019), by Richard Powers; // “Wild Fruits: Thoreau's Rediscovered Last Manuscript” (2001), by Henry David Thoreau; // Kim Novak; // Chinese Proverb; // “To the lighthouse” (1927), by Virginia Woolf; // Santosh Kalwar; // Albert Szent-Gyorgyi; // “Cosmos” (1980), by Carl Sagan; // “Timeline” (1999), by Michael Crichton

[thepathetickind]

a thorn in my chest - perhaps I was the one who put it there,

by laurenmaerie, ‘to keep a piece’

[thingswedontunbox]

[mkwrites]

I can’t let him read my poetry because how could I go back to being strangers with someone who has seen my soul?

-m.k. // words are windows to the soul

[definegodliness]

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

I could play a symphony

Strumming the thread

That connects our souls

[iambrillyant]

“the most beautiful connections celebrate your authenticity and encourage you to be less performative, they find ways of applauding your entire existence even when you’re unable to show up as your full self, they shed light in your lowest moments so you can see yourself clearly.”

— iambrillyant