#daily poetry prompts

[l-michalska-writer]

❤️Ways to say “I love you” / prompts:

All I want is for you to be mine.

I wouldn’t have stayed if it wasn’t for you.

I will always choose you.

I trust you.

I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life.

Is there anything I can do for you?

I hate your pain.

You’re the only one that matters.

I hate seeing you like that…

There’s no one else but you.

I would do anything for you.

You’re closest to heaven that I’ve ever been.

I will never let you down.

I’d give up everything to be with you.

You’re the reason I know how to smile.

You’ll always be my first choice.

I will make the world a better place for you.

I've never been more proud.

I appreciate all that you're doing for me. Really.

I know it doesn't look like it, but you really matter to me.

I can't imagine my life without you.

[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.

[tarot-hugs]

The High Priestess - Tarot Study

[cherrie0707]

Even if your love were poison, I'd still savor every sip.

[byegonnagocrynow]

An ode to the love lost

And I sit here, burned by grief of what could've been only if one of us would accumulate the courage to live our truth.

'I wonder what it would be like to run my fingers through his curls'- I didn't realise I had voiced that thought. Maybe I said it in a released sigh or a whisper, maybe i yelled, either way I don't remember. It was a harmless fleeting attraction, or so i thought. He was pretty, yes, but he was also beautiful and intriguing in its highest sense. The kind of beauty uncharted waters offer. Mesmerizing, even. He'd leave you in a trance once you set your eyes on him. Or maybe you were exaggerating. Maybe, as pointed by many to you, you simply put him on a pedestal and romanticised him. Maybe he was just another boy with toned muscles, a smile that could light up cities of darkness and hair so tangled that hung loose on top of his forehead. His eyes, oh God, his eyes! His eyes were in resemblance of late autumn leaves that brought in the joy of it being cold and festive again. His eyes were the shade of brown that feels safe enough to confide in. Those irises alone would make you want to confess your dirtiest sins, in assurance that you'd be forgiven regardless. Yet, they were treacherous enough to doubt. The kind that swirl like sweet nectar. Brown, copper eyes that held in some kind of Greek tragedy. His eyes were gentle, almost vulnerable, like a fleeting gazelle's, one fleeing from potential predators. You'd see him staring right into your soul and you couldn't help but look away. Until you'd look back at that familiar warmth of christmas socks and hot chocolate on a chilly morning while you wrote letters to your lost lover by the fire. Destined for a grand tragedy. You'd look back, timid to hold eye contact, wondering what if it was all too good to be true? Men weave beautiful blankets of lies, you were aware. But you'd find his eyes breathless, as if after a passionate kiss and you'd know. You'd know that boyish grin by heart. You'd have it memorised as if it were beats you've hummed for months. You'd know he was luring you but you had known for a while now that that allure wasn't one of malice. What you wouldn't know was if he'd ever reciprocate this affection, and that would terrify you. So much that you'd never bring yourself to confess. And just like that, a love that could've been one for the history books, died suffocating under the ruins of ancient cities.

[aishasarchive]

🌸

[fiordilunapoetry]

Fior di Luna | ig

[letterstomonkey]

Bedridden

In my mind, I am bedridden

Chained to a frame ‘cause I couldn’t 

Just

Keep my

Turbulence hidden

Furthermore, I can’t be trusted

What I touch all turns to rust and

Where I step, the dirts disgusted

By my aura, blood-encrusted

Clutched and coddled, like a mother

Who can’t wrap her head around her

Stillborn baby, so she holds a

Lifeless body, ‘til she throws up.

My rebuttals send streams of

Blood from out both ears

Clawing eyelids in my sleep

I’m desolate, no life seen here.

Dust collects upon my lips

My throat must be designed for silence, I

Donate my thoughts to science as

My body screams defiance–

But my body never got a say.

The air I breathe is an impossible pill

To swallow, a promise of a darker 

Tomorrow, I am always in that

House where no amount of 

Skin cut open can save me

No amount of cries for help can

Beckon a god who did not raise me

Yet I kept dropping to my knees

Threatening anyone who dare

Listen, to let this

Be the last of me, and still

Today , it is no different.

[theunchaineddiary]

RANDOM THOUGHTS

I love staring at the moon. I love how enchanting it is, and somehow connotes that energy of complexity. At one point, It'll give me hope, at one second, It'll be disheartening.You know, how seeing the moon from where we are, embodies how we're all being loved by one God equally, being underneath it, makes us feel how small the world can be, I'll be filled with hope for a brief moment. I'll look at it again, then realization would come alight, it feels not too small anymore, and it'll take away that hope swiftly.

Indeed, we're only looking at the same sky, but not together at the same time, under the same moon, but not standing on the same ground.

#theunchained

#theunchainefdiary

#deborahdelacruz

[gracethruwords]

Autumn told me, "It's okay to fall." To me, autumn, you feel like home. Upon your arrival, I know that the days are going to be shorter and cold. It's time to take out the blankets, so snug, the sunshine now feels like a warm hug. The leaves turn auburn and detach themselves from the branches. The trees stand still, the weather is crisp, but there's comfort in this stillness. The autumn told me that it's okay to break, and fall. It's okay to detach. I like weather, gloomy and my coffee, hot. How about getting drunk on life, just one more shot. Autumn smells like nostalgia, a lost book in the shelf, childhood memories and friends. Everything is fading away like flowers and leaves, but beautifully. Autumn told me, that everything is going to be okay at the end.

~A.m.

[starmothpress]

Poetry, prompts and a guided journey 💜 today sharing my interaction with the guardian of mindfulness.

[vincentstoriesstuff]

Empty space

When I‘m obsessed with writing, instead of crying, I write mourning poems, and instead of laughing, I compose love hymns until my head sinks with exhaustion.

Now I realize that empty space is a word, just like the letters of ink. Maybe emptiness is everything you can't describe with words; Silence that is everything you couldn’t feel in life.

Ultimately, it's the lack of words that remains after a barrage of unrelenting, unfulfilled hopes, and maybe that's not such a bad thing.

I fear it might be the exact opposite of what I want to achieve: death after life, loneliness after trying to fall in love, or betrayal after making a friendship; It's all you have left after the last word is written, and maybe I have to accept that.

[memoriesndew]

researched more on calorie intake and more an decided to calorie zigzag. I belive I've gotten to a point where my body is used to my diet kinda so I'll switch it up. and follow this plan. the weightloss calories plan. not so far from my normal one so it's cool

[tarot-hugs]

The Empress - Tarot Study

[daily-dose-of-writing]

what use is war poetry // aug 2024

[hersurvival]

I fell asleep with the window open,

Awoke with the space beside me

Cold and empty

This morning it was snowing,

That slow-motion cotton ball snowfall,

Insulating the world from sound

Laundry has been piled in baskets for weeks,

As I was folding it,

I came across my one and only flannel,

Rembering I had a dream last night

Of you wearing it

Chores finished,

I drove 50 miles to the nearest bookstore,

Wondering what you would fill your arms with,

Imagining what I would read aloud to you

As you saw my arms shake,

Slapping me gently on the wrist and whispering,

"Here, let me do that," with your signature tsk

I so often get,

Brushing out my unkempt hair

And neatly braiding it out of my face before bed

It is snowing again,

That steady, mesmerizing snowfall,

Softly dusting the ground

And I think I am in love with you