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[shelbyatwar]

She is not mine, yet my biggest fear is losing her.

-yash

[kmbgpoetry]

| to be Blunt | KMBG |

4-12 September 2024

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[vellichnora]

notes app poems are so...intimate? like there's no pressure to be good, no seeking validation. just little wisps of my emotions and observations among grocery lists. poems that are just for me. i love it

[mn-harper]

I didn't mean to, but

I smoked that night and saw you under the stars. I held your hand each time I took a hit, your fingers taking the place of cold plastic and glass. The smoke I greedily inhaled hit me square in the chest the way that first smile did, and I choked just as I did on those first few words, when doors opened to a November night and voices reached across space so small yet substantial.  -harper

[thatpoetrybloke]

Summer breeze

I’m sitting on the balcony

It’s early evening

A Thursday that could be a Friday

I’m trying a new chilled Rosé

An incense stick burning

In the perfect breeze

My Italian playlist softly playing in the background

Potentially entertaining my neighbours no doubt

And right here right now I’m good

Life simple pleasures that mother universe has bestowed on us all tonight

Take a beat Daniel, breathe softly like the breeze that caresses your skin

@thatpoetrybloke

27.6.24

[thescribbleink]

In Love W Beige 🤎🤎

[agirlinachevy]

it all goes on - april 10th 2022 at 23:37

the traffic lights change even if no one’s waiting for them there’s music on the radio even if no one’s tuning in it all goes on life goes on

-a girl in a chevy- april showers

[proseinthegarden]

"he was light, he was love" - a poem by proseinthegarden

[darichonne]

insta: @darichonne

[ginya-writes]

Your Wormy Shell

No, of course I would still love you

if you were a worm.

I’d put you in a pot of soil

and fill it with whatever it is worms

like to eat.

But you wouldn’t be able to talk to me,

so what is it that you could love?

If not my body, my humour, our conversations,

then what is there left?

I suppose the memory of who it is inside

your wormy shell.

But what if you never had that memory and what

if you met me when I was a worm and you were

just out walking and I was there on the

concrete writhing around.

Fine, if you were a worm, I would think

you were a worm,

maybe at best a nice looking worm but

I wouldn't love you.

[shelbyatwar]

One day I will hold your hand and touch your soul

-Yash

[kmbgpoetry]

| tone it, like, way down | KMBG |

18 August - 23 September 2024

I edit each text

before I send it. delete!

exclamations choked.

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[little-fangg]

[mn-harper]

you look at me like I hung the moon,

"I love you," The words hung between us; they took my breath away, and made me feel sick. I pretended not to hear you. I didn't know what to say, but I knew I couldn't say it back; I'm a coward. -harper

[thatpoetrybloke]

Approach

Through the shadow of the wind

I see you

Drifting slowly through the darkness

gently caressing every surface

Steadfast as you move

with no final destination

I’m in awe of your determination

You approach

A slight touch of coldness

runs through my body

And as brief or as long as it is

you have touched me

Always and forever

28.9.23 @thatpoetrybloke

[thescribbleink]

The agony of my unsaid words