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Monday's image: May 22, 2023

Dmitri Prigov, Wherever the Motherland May Send Us, Ink and correction fluid on paper, 163 x 163 centimeters, 1978, Tate, U.K.

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[pieceofpoems]

[senlair]

Just for once

Three weeks ago, I got on the train, just as I do every Thursday.

To ensure I could find a seat

I had taken the opposite direction

Stations are usually empty on the other side

I wonder sometimes if my seats and where i should be is also on the other side.

Dead rather than Alive.

The train was unusually delayed hours passed, and it still didn’t move.

A young man boarded with his friends

blond with a reddish tint to his hair, short, dressed in military attire.

He looked to be in his mid thirties and was strikingly handsome.

He spoke Amazigh fluently and quickly, laughing loudly and often.

When he smiled, faint lines appeared around his eyes very beautifully

In the middle of his conversation, I thought I heard him say something in English:

“Just for once.”

For a moment, I felt like i was imagining it or was a random inspiration for writing,

but he truly spoke English fluently.

Which was unusual for men that looked like him in an arab county

He was remarkably handsome and elegant.

I watched him for a long time.

He only asked me about the station’s name, then walked away.

I wonder if prophets were as handsome as he was, Or if inspiration itself is what’s beautiful.

A week later, the boy I had loved for three years without return sent me a message. He asked me why I left.

Why?

The answer was as simple as the beauty of the strangers smile line.

“Just for once.”

“Just for once.”

He had never sacrificed anything for me. “Just for once.”

He had never loved me.

“Just for once.”

He had never called me “my love.”

He never remembered anything about me What I loved, what I hated,

My mother’s name or my father’s,

Or even whether either of them was alive. He never tried to understand my circumstances.

He never softened his heart toward me.

He never held my hand.

He never made me any promises.

“Just for once.”

“Just for once.”

The handsome young man on the train was right.

For once, I hadn’t truly been loved.

For once, I wasn’t another woman among all these women.

For once, no one kissed my cheeks out of love instead of desire.

For once, I wasn’t a human being with worth, deserving of love.

For once, I didn’t exist.

“Just for once.”

[msafflictus]

Give Your All

[velvet-easter]

[kirthanasastry]

As a child I felt

The moon chased me

The subtle light falling 

On every step I take

he never failed a chance to disappoint

This small fragile heart  

It's the comfort I found in him

That I failed to find in most people

That surrounded me 

He healed the deepest scars 

Made by the ones who betrayed

Brought back the happiness 

That was once taken away 

A feeling of freedom under the night sky

The moon made me feel alive again

~K.S

[midnighteroticasworld]

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[multasuntcausaebibendi]

i was writing poems every night gave them to him in cozy light and he thanked me with the biggest diss "Do I really have to read all of this?"

-multasuntcausaebibendi (poem: "i'm too much")

[writings-of-the-cosmos]

And I would choose you; In a hundred lives, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I would find you and choose you.

[inthenameof-art]

Everyday A little part of me dies. Something or the other skips two steps ahead and faces death in its face. I want to deal with this life but then again i am reminded of death. The time that is now is slowly walking away with a little life of mine. I am faced with the paradox of emotions, i am 24 yrs old now and that is all i have. Now. I dont have the future that i keep worrying about because it will never arrive, i dont have the past because its long gone. What I have is now. And when i think of it, i dont own this life, its not mine. Its borrowed time. A little while, to experience this big thing we know as life.

I am dying this very minute, if I smile while doing so, does that mean I am alive?

-Shifa

[sumoandmuso]

Writing the characters I live,

Or living the characters I write?

[ismailfazil1-blog]

Dast-e-talab by M.I.Fazil | Poems | Urdu poetry | Sufi poetry | ebook version

Spiritual Urdu poetry with Roman Translation for Urdu and Hindi readers.

[senlair]

Self betrayal

Wish i could do the right thing

But his love chases me along the road with a knife

Couldn't distinguish either i was being murdered or loved to death.

Covered by shame , no one knew what was happening to me...

Except my set of makeup that i haven't touched since you left

You bring me back to life.

Oh master of my soul

Covered by shame, i walk in your direction with one leg all happy and smiling

I couldn't tell anyone ...

That this girl no matter how many seasons pass by she's always yours

Who thought that all this rain can bring you back to me?

And it's jealous, blocking my pen wetting my papers not letting me write.

Wish i could do the right thing

Leave.

Live the life I've built for myself

I hate that you cameback , hate it.

I was happily living in a stable state of mind even built a small happy zone for my self

A relationship even not built by love ..

Gave me a sense of stability

That I was loved , that I mattered .

That someone wanted to make of me a wife , have kids , leave this place and you behind forever I accepted it all.

Couple of friends , good grades and sad poetry. All the words written and said about you , did I even mean them?

All the nostalgia and strong desire for you to comeback , did I ever feel them ?

Thinking about it i really don’t think i did

You coming back pushed me back in time

To a time I was lost in your desert

To a time I thought you loved me ,

I ruined it all.

My relationship , my life just by hearing some meaningless words from you

Not even well built sentences but just words.

Do I hate you or do I fucking love you?

Not love you , but fucking love you.

As if I was assigned to be yours only ages ago ,

like I was meant to be stuck in endless loops

I wish it was merely one sided ,

I wish you left forever

I wish you hated me

But my world completely crumbled when you said you never forgot my birthday

And all those beautiful days we spent just came to the surface again…

Doing nothing looking at eachother.

All i feel nowadays is longing for the sparkling in your eyes

Not a life I would have chosen for my life neither for anyone I loved , but is it a life that have chosen me instead?

[msafflictus]

Another you

[solesamor]

𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐧á𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳: “𝗩𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝗣𝘂𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻”

Me siento muy emocionada por presentaros el quinto poema de mi proyecto literario con el que deseo honrar el amor puro que siento hacia la poesía de 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐧á𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳.

Agradecida de corazón me siento por hacerlo acompañado del emocionante retrato con alma titulado “𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗷𝗮” dibujado por la artista femenina sembradora de esperanza 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐂𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐒á𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐳 ( @tomihelechal ): la belleza que irradia desde adentro, me recuerda que la vida y el amor son para personas valientes que se comprometen . 🫶🏻

Deseo que disfrutéis del poema y del cuadro.

¡Feliz día a todos! ☺️❤️❤️❤️

Cada vez que siento

cómo el caballero del viento

me acaricia el rostro,

adentro de mi alma, yo percibo

cómo mis ancestros

de la Orden del Temple,

me alientan a cabalgar sin montura

sobre los siete valles,

para salir al encuentro

de lo que más anhela mi corazón:

tu amor y tu cercanía celestiales.

Cada vez que siento

cómo el caballero del viento,

me besa la frente,

Yo noto , adentro de mi alma,

cómo mi leona y mi loba interiores,

me alientan a aullar a la luna llena,

para pedirle

que convierta mi propósito

de volver a abrazarte

y besarte vestida rosa

bajo nuestros propios soles

en manifestación.

Cada vez que siento

cómo el caballero del viento

me sonríe, yo siento,

cómo mi corazón desnudo

y a flor de piel

me ayuda a reunir el valor necesario,

para llamar de nuevo a tu puerta

y decirte que, por favor,

me enseñes a amar,

ahora que sé que me amo,

ahora que sé

que yo soy merecedora de amor,

ahora que sé

que a quien amo yo es a ti.

(© Sol García)