#poeticmusings

[sairalynch]

Reflect as Degner deals with the different issues of her life through haiku poetry in books such as Haiku Poems of A Women’s Journey, Haiku Poems of a Mermaid’s Song: Musings of a Food Junkie, Haiku Poetry of a Winter Solstice, and Haiku Poetry of a Sojourner…

[kathybarnes]

Daily Reflections for Women

Reflect as Degner deals with the different issues of her life through haiku poetry in books such as Haiku Poems of A Women’s Journey, Haiku Poems of a Mermaid’s Song: Musings of a Food Junkie, Haiku Poetry of a Winter Solstice, and Haiku Poetry of a Sojourner...

[madamemolotov9]

What do you do when you feel really intensely like you might be in love with someone in your friend circle? Do you stay silent, letting the truth slowly eat you away? Do you pour out your heart, knowing no matter what the outcome, the friendship will be permanently changed, and with no promise for a happily ever after? Is this really being in love, or am I unable to distinguish between platonic and romantic intimacy? I just don't understand what is wrong with me. I have an amazing chosen family, friends and comrades who I know have my back no matter what. I have a job I love, where I help my community space stay safe and sane (not a cop, btw, ACAB), I have an amazing daughter, who like myself is transgender. She simultaneously brings me hope for the world and fear for her. Why is this not enough? Why do can't I just be happy for the fact that I lead a life of service, helping those around me, fighting for my community and loved ones, what part of me do I keep for myself, who takes care of me? Do I deserve to feel a lover's touch, gentle caresses and warm kisses? It's hard being hopeful, for love and for my family, sitting here watching the decline and decay of a mighty empire on a dying planet. Third from an unremarkable star in the Mid-Rim of an unremarkable galaxy. I just want someone who loves me as more than friends, but also as a friend who helps me grow and learn, and support me in the way I support them, someone to watch my six, cover me when things get tough, and who I can snuggle with under the stars as the Embers of Resistance become the Flames of Revolution, and we burn down the old world in the hopes of a better world while there is still time....

[shinmiro]

Glenn Gould - Beethoven, Concerto No. 5 in E-flat major op.73 "Emperor" ...

[patobilor]

At night when everything is quiet This old house seems to breathe a sigh Sometimes I hear a neighbour snoring Sometimes I hear a baby cry Sometimes I hear a staircase creaking Sometimes a distant telephone Then the quiet settles down again The house and I are all alone Lonely house, lonely me Funny with so many neighbours How lonely it can be Oh lonely street, lonely town Funny you can be so lonely With all these folks around... PS- This building is by the roadside on Bostall Hill Road, UK. Poetic Lyrics titled Lonely House lyrics by Langston Hughes, Brian Sullivan Etal #poeticmusic #lonelyhouse #patobilor #patspiration #picstory #patpost #shotsbypat #patshotit https://www.instagram.com/p/CojltZlNBia/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[poeticmusings]

A Search

Who am I..

I ask of me..

Who am I…

Pray, would you tell me.

 A daughter, a friend,

A mother, a wife

So many roles for me…

 But WHO am I,

I do not know,

Pray, would you tell me..

 My friend so fair,

With lovely eyes…

I see in you,

A whole new me..

 But I know not…

Who I am…

Pray, would you define me for me..

 Don’t deny me,

The answer to me..

Pray, would you share your thoughts about me..

 A friend, a teacher, a philosopher, a guide…

So many names…

Yet, I know not who I am…

 If you know me..

Would you tell me,

Who am I exactly?

 I am lost, you know..

In my dedication to thee, and thee and thee

And if you know, where I belong,

Pray, would you share that secret with me.

 I know I have a reason to be…

To exist, to survive, to grow, to nurture and to understand…

But I am a little confused you see..

For I do not know me…

 So if you find, the perfect time…

Would you answer my questions on me..

 For I do not know who I am..

A stranger to my own eyes…

A daughter, a bride, a friend, a teacher,

A  mother… or just a soul,

Who is perhaps, a thousand years old…

 Pray tell me,

If you know,

My name and my identity

For who I am, I do not know

Perhaps, you can tell me.

 What I feel, What I think,

Feels like atrophy

I feel like I lost my best friend…

Only I realised it was me…

 Pray help me find me,

All over again… I am sure,

I’m around here some place…

 Hiding in a corner, too scared and too scarred to face

My own reality…

But I have to find myself, you see,

For I am no one, without me.

[sulkinginpoetry]

It’s the generosity and curiosity

Your search and seizure will not help you once you have amnesia.

Baby gurl don’t swallow these insecurities, they will only leave you choking. Don’t water down those insults, you are not sick they are not medicine.

That crown you put down only belongs on your head.

There is no time table for your thrown it is yours and yours alone. 

Out the womb you have already conquered you were born and the battle was won.

You are jeweled in tenacity bold in full capacity.

Triumph in each step

Your Kingdom awaiting your arrival

Take your thrown Young Queen

We will all witness the scene

June 11, 2018

[hallofsidney]

Where does the living go when it stops? .... #hallofsidney #sidneyhallpoetry #sidneyhall #strugglingtoday #journalentries #notebookpoetry #vagabondedit #wanderingpoet #morningslikethis #contemplativemood #3amfeels #4amthoughts #pillowthoughts #writersblock #poeticmisfits #poeticmusings #iwritetobreathe #iwritetobealright #iwritewhatufeel #poetrygram https://www.instagram.com/p/COlMEFcl08j/?igshid=1jock4oamxenl

[joosefulubiano]

Just saying hello to the rain. How I missed the cosmic downpour, the wee flood on the streets, puddles, paper boats, the dirt splatter on my feet, insect bites, croaking frogs, the smell of dampness, playing in the rain, frolicking, the after rain thoughts, pointing the rainbow, chasing the dragonfly, lying in the long wet grass, staring at the airplane. #rainyday #notestagram #poeticmusings #whilstindubai #art #sporadicart (at Dubai, United Arab Emirates) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHVepZEhA22/?igshid=1kykvhdlvn5m0

[i-am-sara-bladen]

‘Love’s Melancholy’. #lovesmelancholy #love#loss#pain#heartache#howitfeels #chrysalis #hope #sorrow #emptiness #sarabladen #lit #spiltink #poetry #poeticmusings

[yesimmortalspiritblog]

Conviction ~ Mine is Certainty. When you know that you know that you know there is no going back. You are right side up moving forward leaving all the experiences of agony behind. Makes you want to 💃 all the way to Heaven 🙏🕊💞💞💞🕊 .

Through forgiveness, self-exploration into love and peace, you inevitabley find your conviction, which is absolutely freeing🙏🕊💞💞💞🕊 .

Click on my profile http://author/lorenzapalomino or loveofchristwithin.com for the chance to read and purchase my poetic books you will love as a great poetic read into the remembrance of the simplicity of quantum leap and eternity where you find your conviction. Love and peace is ever so freeing💃 . . . . .

#journey #quantumleap #eternity #simplicity #complexity #freedom #deliverance #quantumjumping #letsdance💃 #poeticbookmustread #poeticmusings #poemstoremember #poemsofheart #poemsthatspeak #poemsofmysoul #poemsthatspeaktomysoul #poemsthattalk #poemsthatheal #poemsthatsave #poemsthatinspire #poemsthattouchtheheart #spiritualpoems #spiritualpoets #spiritualpoetess #poetryforthesoul #poetryforchange #poetryforallages #poetryforthepeople #poetryformentalhealth #poetryfortheheart (at Poetry The Voice Of Heart) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5StUc4lbYQ/?igshid=ui63718sukbk

[prttybrd-poetry]

[shinmiro]

Granados: Escenas Románticas - 6. Epilogo: Andantino spianato

[letolgatellyouastory]