#poemblr

[adalborj]

It is the fact that nothing lasts forever that makes our existence unique and beautiful

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

[verrlorenpoet]

MELANCHOLY'S THRALL prompt by @definegodliness.

[beforeyearning]

LOVE AS THE COLOUR OF BONE,

because it rips through flesh with ease. For words born of tenderness,

it carries weight precisely. I become a listener at the sight of your soft

mouth, I know what your bite is capable of, but I trust implicitly, that

you won’t. Is that what love is? I grow feverish to the touch when I

hold your name in my mouth & grow a second sun in my chest when

I think of you. A hunger so feral, everything I eat sticks to my ribs,

what else is left, but to consume everything that ties back to you.

[robertjw4688]

Our synapses

can crisscross

in the afterglow

of a kiss.

I imagine us

dancing and laughing

in the parking lot of some

nameless restaurant;

we are tied

together

at the aorta

but oh so free!

Robert J. W.

[callherwylder]

I’ve found a quiet kind of peace.

Not chasing, not missing.

The noise is quieter,

The weight feels less,

And for once,

my heart is full.

[aureumaze]

keep counting,

seven to eleven.

hours to months,

and say your prayers,

make a wish.

till the angels

give up their wings.

and my angels

run out of anything.

—a.m.

[becomingvecna]

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (what every poem wishes it could say to you in the end)

[thoughtsfromb4]

Why We Speak

To triumph, all the wicked need is our silence as they pursue their tyranny.

For in that silence, we will sadly find that our path lies beside complicity.

True courage stands and speaks its mind; it is undaunted, damn the cost–

It knows the power held in every voice and just how much could still be lost.

This is why, in these times, we must all speak–loud and proud and clear;

Why we must have faith in one another and why we cannot give in to fear.

Why we must stand firm in the face of hate, even when it feels we must move the heavens;

Remembering, always, the simple, eternal truth that from our lips leap weapons!

--@thoughtsfromb4

[inkwell-chronicles]

Even in the night, you are my sunshine.

[seraphinesaintclair]

“I Ask the Sea” by Seraphine Saintclair

[selenepluto]

I wish to be someone's daydream.

~selene

[verrlorenpoet]

DÉNOUEMENT

[beforeyearning]

And when all else fails, we eat our wounds, if not our gods. I prefer hands that hold,

not wave goodbye—blood is blood and mine toils for you. I tried filling the crater

you left on my soul with people/words/blood/dust and nothing seems to be working.

I’m too young to be waking up this bruised & tender, the shape your voice takes on

in mornings still echoes in my ears. I know better, but I still chase your shadows,

I think I want more proof of your presence in the world to offset your waning absence.

It’s easier to wade through the floods of nostalgia, because you know what to expect,

you don’t have to contend with the realizations of just how temporary everything is,

no matter how hard you try & hold it in your hands.

[robertjw4688]

My once slithy soul

softens in joy-laden tears.

Don't let me go back.

Robert J. W.