#poemsforthesoul poetry

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

I'm not good with words

Or how to comfort when it's needed,

The words become numb and I

just seem to want to hide from it.

It's like the blinding light of the horizon

Or the darken clouds of emotions

Nothing can explain the unconscious brain

Or the heart that left us today.

The tears will bring the pain to light

But words will never express those that hide,

And understanding is all that can be done

But that dark night thoughts have strangled us before,

Leaving the breathless lungs in despair

And thoughts fighting for theirs.

I wish I knew the right words to say

Or how to express the pain in any other way

But I'm here today trying,

Fighting to keep the heartache at bay

Maybe these words can be comfort

Or just that stepping stone in the right direction.

But I am here, here to care, here to be there

A shoulder or a friend. Just take me for what you need

and I will release that part of me

for you, just so you can have that little bit of peace.

[wordsbythesundown]

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[cross-posted here.]

[poetrypage-for-anewage]

The the lakes the rivers the sea so Grand

just like the ocean they flow in me

And who you are who you wanted to be

they are no more, they cease to be,

but they will live on me.

I see your face in everything

it's beauty Grand

but this I want it to be.

Your voice comes round I hold it close cherishingly.

I long for it like the sailor to the sea but

it WILL bring me down relentlessly.

I have no boat I have only hope

that you will see, the universe wants it be,

but you are blind, or maybe it's me.

So I call you close as you stay, just a few feet from me.

You get so close, it makes me choke,

you do not want this touch from me.

The signs you show, mixed, emotionally,

you do not know what you do not see, and

you do not see, what's in front of me.

You can not see yourself,

you've taken every mirror but left the pictures on the shelf.

You look back in awe, and as you run free,

just find memories, of something we both wanted to be.

You long for that, but can not see,

the pointlessness,

of chasing it in anyone else but me.

I gave it to you I made it be,

it was I who created this world you see.

So why won't you, let me make it be?

you run to darkness, to afraid to see.

The light that guides is inside you see.,

only your flashlight in front of you, courageously.

Your smile so bright, it illuminates the night.

Others come, they seek it's shelter,

the light so real, overwhelmed, it begins to swelter.

But it's light only lasts long enough to see,

your on your own, they will make it be.

They want the light, not you, you see.

They do not want the home, you seek to see.

They have chopped it down and convinced you that you have no home,

you are now what, they used to destroy, this fantasy.

You live in the ashes, they float round you see,

falling down from the skies, like fleas on me.

They make me itch, they make me scratch,

I try to rid myself, but I scratch to no end,

and when they're gone, I see I'm wrong

they were only here from you my dear,

And now your gone and I'm left alone,

only to bleed, internally.

[madisonmeadowspoetry]

Loneliness Wears Her

[thenightpoem]

Black

Sitting on the ledge

Looking from the edge

Leaning in the darkness

Falling in the endless sadness

Body heavily falling

Hope, grains of sand in the wind

Desperation rising

Shattering my mind

Crumbles, pain of flying

Lights, painfully fading

All around nothingness

Falling deeper in the darkness

Eyes, grey of emptyness

Eternal blindness

Everywhere dark veil of plague

Colour it all dissapeared

Happiness, jockingly smeared

Echoes are all I hear

Endless web of fear

Laughter, darts of poison

Trapped in an eternal prison

Insults, curses, swears of the Deep

Constanly creep

Poison from all corners

Living in permanent horrors

Ceaseless waves of pain

Psyche and body aching

In the sun I’m crying

All rescues simply in vain

Tied down by chains

Poison in my veins

Slowly craking but alas

Here I lay, shattered glass

In the dark, scream of despair

Calling, in hope anyone is there

Body and soul slowly conquered by plague

As they continue to crack

Eyes, clouds of lead

Hope is long dead

There it is, my final crack

All I see now....is black

[thirdpartofthestory]

♨️The Poetry for the Soul♨️

[the talk]

calm down and relax,

it is what it’s going to be,

to worry over things that cannot be changed should be the real definition of insanity.

calm down and relax,

take a minute to smell a flower or two,

bask in the day and don’t waste precious minutes on worthless things.

calm down and relax,

use your smile rather than a frown,

be proud of yourself and celebrate your progress big or small, because it is progress.

so calm down and relax.

by: Ashley Carhee

[theanonymousninja247]

Light the World Challenge for today: Music brightens the mood. Share a song with someone today 😊

One of my favorite quotes is “If art is how we fill up space, then music is how we fill up time.”

I think that’s a beautiful statement because discovery or creation of music is inevitably the discovery and creation of ourselves. Another form of self expression that can be shared to the enjoyment of everybody around.

As such I’d like to share my favorite song with y’all today: it’s called ‘Wildflowers’ by Maddie Poppe.

My feelings associated with this song can be summed in the words of my favorite poet, Nikita Gill.

If anybody wants to swap and talk about music, I’m all ears 😄🧡🙌🏼

[marykindlysdiary]

You've Got a Friend....

We all need our friends. You've got a friend in me.

I’ve written a simple poem about friendship this week… Sometimes, do you find yourself retreating from the world? Do you feel your problems are either insurmountable or too silly to mention? Maybe you want someone to understand what’s going on with you without having to talk too much. That is the time when good friends step up. I love the fact that good friends come in all colours, shapes and…

[girlnamedangiee]

The mask collector-My BPD chameleons know a thing or two about masks 🦎

[ziainpoetry]

Look. I'm a very simple person. You either be consistent with me, or lose me. Take your pick.

Please be consistent with me.

(18:47 | 17-Jan-2022)

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

Unrequited Love

The bittersweet memories of once upon a time left me without a smile.  Nothing to show the hard work or the endless dreams or maybe all the thoughts of a love so sweet. Though I find myself unhappy because of my unwillingness to let go of the fake memories. Everybody has been there, hoping in despair and trying to find something there.  But nothing one could do can stop the heartbreak and despair setting in and finding nothing in the end. All one can do is try to find peace or maybe even acceptances from the past bittersweet memories. No one warned me about the brutality of unrequited love or how one can not seem to find a way out of the bitterness of this sweet turning sour. While everyone expects me to move on and all I can do is look on to the past. I can not seem to find a way out of this loneliness I seem to seep in. But I walk on to try to move on and sometimes it feels like I did. Then the memories start again and I am back to the end. The end of the delusions and the pain comes back once again. When will I begin to feel a bit free? When will the misery give in to glee? I just stand there and stare, hoping no one sees me there. Maybe then it will finally let go and be the beginning of finally being free from the bittersweet memories. 

[wordsbythesundown]

[cross-posted here.]

[poetrypage-for-anewage]

Your siren song, so beautiful and sweet, it calls to me like the grass to my feet. But to my ears and to my eyes but my longing for it is only bitter sweet

I try to swim, I would fly if I had wings, but if I did , you would only call to me to get me there you wouldn't fly with me or let us go anywhere.

I long for the sky but if I was I would only see you call to others the bigger picture is its not just me.

Your song so sweet , deeper then the sea and your eyes of blue turn dark and far, as the waves come up and crash into me.

The rocks so sharp, they slice into me. I cling to life as the waves slam into me.

I cry for help but the song catches my ears, oh there you are my sweet sweet dear. I reach for you as you reach back, but your not here or there, you disappear.

You are the waves, the rocks, the song, the wind beneath my wings that you try to steal.

You don't want me free but you won't fly with me. You sing your song and call me close with one last breath I get in close. One last jump just one last flight I get to you just as the last dying light.

I get to you and your hand out stretched but not to me, but to unthread the seams. To pluck the feathers as I let out a scream, you sing to me as I fall from grace but I see your face in everything.

It makes me smile, and again you make me stay a while, so we not love the sea, the ocean so grand?

The waves the sea, it's beauty grand, it contains so many things and gives you hope, where will I go what will I see, aquatic life and animals, the fish are free.

But they cannot hear, they cannot see, only what's in front of them, they do not pretend to be something they will nevrer be. Only what they are, not what they want to be, they only are what they will always be.

Just like the fisherman in his boat, he cast a net and bring it in, the fish he caught will feed his home. They will only be, what they will always be.

A meal to eat caught in his net, free is what they cease to be, because the net, is what they did not see.

A wave crashes down as the seas turn dark, you thought you had enough time, to get home, the sailor turns and sees he's all alone, where was his friend, who had to steer the boat?

But he did not see his hand go under the deep deep sea. He searches round, but his friend has already drown, his lungs were filled and his mouth could cry no words, but he hears the words of sirens song. it's beauty cries as he goes down, he does not fight and the ocean leaves no mark.

No bruise no scratch , nothing to cut him down, just overwhelming waves always crashing crashing down.

The sea has no pity, no emotion you see. You can not blame it, it's what it will always be. You knew this before and in the future it will still be, but sailors will not stop, fishing it's sea.

They sing it songs and praise it's beauty, one by one they drown, in its fury relentlessly.

The siren song, could never be so wrong. We hear it's words and we've heard the myths, if you hear this thing, close your eyes and stuff your ears. You tie yourself down, and you never look, it only wants to sink your boat.

It feeds on you, like the ocean round, the rocks for land you think they're hope, you see an island you leap from the boat, you think your safe, you think there's hope.

You make it down and you look around, you try to stand, but the waves crash down.

There is no land, there is only sea, and it only wants to set you free. The siren smiles as you swim to it, there is no land, and so you drown. The siren smiles, as it calls to another. And he will drown, and so will the others.

[crazygirlthinks]

I will haunt you like an animal,

Hug you tight,

Kiss you goodbye,

Forever in my eyes.

When the world sets us apart,

I will look for you every place I go.

I will find you in the words said and unsaid,

I will find you from the depths of my core,

I will find you.

If you don’t want to be found,

I will still look for you.

I will do.

[poemsbykhalen]

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[francoisehelene]

The song of my heart. Can you hear the birds sing in the background?

Process the pain and grow stronger after the storm.