#poemsforhealing

[eklavya-bhardwaj]

Eternal Enchantment: A Love's Labyrinth

I've witnessed myself emerge, a liberation from the cage, Where senses surrender to unshackle, yet entities lack a taste, A taste I recall, though in diluted memories' embrace, It's the vistas I've glimpsed, not quite what I sought to chase.

In the midst of eruptions, I linger in the space, Preferring the labyrinth, if it means enduring the maze, For lasting beside you feels akin to freedom within confinement's blaze, Eyes numbed by frost, tears crystallize amid the counterfeit's haze.

We're the frozen flames, traversing the icy expanse, Wielding our strengths against our banes in a relentless dance, Your power, love's embrace, mine, a fainter pale, Choosing you, even if it means losing, a narrative I'd never curtail.

As the world wanes and whispers its final breath, I'd cling to you, if it's the price for my last step, Our love, not defying, but defining every strain, In our union, not even an echo would refrain.

Our freedom, entwined in the confines of this cage, A synergy of 'ours,' an eternal, untamed page I've never stopped, and never will, so DW and take your time :)

EkB~T.U.M.S.E.

[eliasthepoet]

Who is your shelter? Give the person you love an extra long hug today, even if that person is yourself. (Especially if that person is yourself.) 🫶🏻 #EliasThePoet

[poeticrae]

Finally I wrote this for you

It's a bit of a storm but it's not so blue...

Ghastly is the sound of my tone

Addressing you

Hideous is the appeal of my reflection

The locution of a dying creature

My entire existence is having a seizure

And my hands these palms can't let go

They just keep pressing on to my face...

Raynolds in the far south he prays

That his days be less gloom and more gay

A fractured mind and hopeless sensations

His misery exalts all the way to the 9th cloud

Meaningless batter-have days gone by

As if sailing a paper boat above rain

I've wondered for a time now

Ever since I started writing this

Was this supposed to be

A love poem?

[travelwithmestranger]

How about muting the song to read the poem first, and then unmuting it to focus on the music? Instead of waiting around for women's day, I dedicate my poem and this emotionally powerful song 'Messages from Her' to all you big girls, female poets/ writers/authors out there today . Especial dedication to our beautiful girl admins/ live readers at @poetrysupportbybt for a wonderful collaboration opportunity. ( P.S.- Would love if you listen to the whole song and share your feelings/ interpretation of it when you come back here 💜) . . . . . . #travelwithmestranger #poetrysupportbybt #poetrycollab #poemsforher #shewrites #buddingpoet #poetessofinstagram #herheartpoetry #herwordisgold #wordswithqueens #femalewriters #shesays #egirl #wordswordswords #amwriting #published #voiceofpoets #sheisnotlost #she #poetryslam #her #girlreading #sadgirl #sadpoems #darkpoetry #darkpoetsociety #sadpoetry (at To You) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmXAHLrBQyk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cyberspacecriminal]

It's a sad thought, To know he doesn't see, What I see in him, He's just so pretty.

[aparecium247]

#Johnkeats #Poemsforher

[antmutemorgan]

The growl sound effect tho? 🔥😂🙌 . Lyrical Spicy Poetry: We were chilling there on the beach. She told me she was feeling me. She said she’ve been feeling me for a while. She’s been domesticated and want to get wild. And I said “growl” and she said “growl”. And now we’re turn it up with our pants down. This thing is so wet. ‘This is what I’ve been missing?’ I looked at the ocean ‘You got competition!’ without a pot to piss in, I will live there. All I need is an umbrella and some swimwear. All I need is rain boots and a poncho. Her oochie must be a studio, because there is no room. . #poemsforher #womensappreciation #relationshipstories #spicystories #nycopenmic

[autumnsvoice87]

Witches Pain

I want to walk in the earth

To set my soul free

Walking the witches path

And find peace within 

I want to connect

And know I am loved

To accept myself

Flaws and all

Help me I cry

As my pain transfers 

Into the ground

Centering myself

Pulling up the white light

And disposing of the black

Set me free I call

Let my pain go

I feel a burden

I am not built for this world

I don’t know my place

Or where I belong 

I feel like a shadow

Among all the light.

I was once called a shadow warrior

Maybe I am meant 

To live in the darkness

Like hecate

To help guide the lost

Perhaps that is why 

She has called me to service

Why I feel so drawn

To darkness 

But the problem is 

I am lost

How do I guide others

When I have no clue 

Where I am at in life

I seek healing

I seek love

I seek validation

I seek comfort

But I need to learn

To heal

To love 

To validate 

And comfort myself

Nobody should have control 

Over how I feel 

*Poets notes* So I had written this back when I first started feeling the call to witchcraft again after 6 years of not practicing. This was written almost 2 years ago. I have since become more norse pagan an now I work with/worship freya but Hecate is still an amazing goddess and she was a goddess I first started with. In a way I still hold our brief interractions dear to me. 

[poetjonnyox]

One kiss from your lips is enough to praise God a thousand times. -Jonny Ox #praise #poetrylovers #kiss #kissing #firstkiss #jonnyox #thousandtimes #thankGod #poemsforher #howaboutit https://www.instagram.com/p/CeBd3FYOkeL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kafkaesquebibliomaniac]

Meaningfully Lonely:

I get so lonely that I claw

Your initials in the wall

I tire but my fingers hunger

To conjure up your presence

Substantial or trivial, so

I claw. They are clawed.

My eyes follow the patterns on the wall

I focus, I gaze, I tear in between them

Then I crawl and jump into the letters.

They circle and encircle me,

They wrap me in their significance,

I am thus still lonely but meaningful.

@kafkaesquebibliomaniac

(Artwork by Mourteza Katouzian.)

[ra-lu-ca]

[poeticrae]

It's true sometimes you know

When they say it's the little things<

Trust me she doesn't doubt you love her

But she wants to hear you say it so bad bro

It grows heavy on her heart...

Lost Souls

[stillgrowingwildflowers]

from my first poetry book, Still Growing Wildlfowers

[cyberspacecriminal]

He's just so pretty, Everytime I compliment him, He's always thinks I'm joking, I wish he knew how pretty he is.

[darkopheliapages]

Bewildering Piece Of Art

Her lips taste of cinnamon sugar

And her cheeks of caramel.

Her hair smells of lilacs in spring

And her breath of roses.

Her skin feels like rich silk

And her fingertips of buttercream.

Her eyes depict the deep ocean

And her smile the warmth of the Sun.

She is as the poets say

A bewildering piece of art.

- @darkopheliapages

[highonstarlight]

Walking under the moonlight with your steps echoing around me while the moonlight reflects off and you are telling me about your obsession with the twin flame theory and how you think it is real and that your twin flame exists.

At that precise moment I felt your existence matter not physically but emotionally, I felt your heartbeat in rhythm with mine, I felt my soul being attracted to you, I realize that I am conscious of my insecurities being challenged when I am with you, I feel my wounds healing in your presence.

And right now when you were telling me about it I looked at you astonished “you.. you are...”

“Yes I am and now if you were wondering why I always returned back to you, you know the reason.”

Everything made sense now and I realized that you are the only person I will love platonically and romantically and no matter what, you will be the only one that I will be fond of.

So for the first time in these 7 years i whispered “I love you”

He gasped and I giggled and we wandered around the city streets

-his mirror soul