#poetryinmotion

[ginadope]

the colour not green

Nature wants me to follow - the colour of her song is green - From the womb of the goddess of mystery  Right to the edge of the known

Sister, mother My breath is compliant  Mornings reprieved by numbing their stir I might one day dissolve in my own veins 

I left the door ajar for you, for Another chance to be born twice  I feel you watch the struggle  Of a mind laid bare before the dusk Weakness, if you wish

[jaggedjawjosh]

Your vision fuels your ambition. Cherish it with gratitude, for it's the compass guiding your extraordinary journey.

[everydaylovejourney]

Songs That Ache, Even When I Don't 🎶💔

It’s strange how a song can hurt in places I never knew existed. How a melody can press against my chest like a memory I never lived, how lyrics can feel like goodbye, even when no one is leaving.

I’m not heartbroken. I’m not aching. But some songs still ache for me. They spill into the quiet spaces of my mind, unraveling feelings I never meant to feel. They make me miss people I’ve never met, grieve moments I’ve never had, and long for something… but I don’t even know what.

Is it nostalgia? Is it love? Or is it just proof that music understands me in ways I’ll never understand myself?

💬 Tell me—what’s a song that makes you ache, even when you’re not aching? 🔁 Reblog if music ever made you feel something you can’t explain.

[elysianwing]

Prometheus

If I could just reach my worn and shaky hands back through time, and tear open my chest to steal back the fire of my heart, like Prometheus; to give myself the gift of hot-blooded gusto and set the world ablaze with nothing more than my passions, piss, and vinegar. I could conquer the world today, if I only had a sliver of the stamina I had yesterday. Maybe tomorrow then. I could douse myself in gasoline and ignite once more to shine as a bright beacon of hope, that any one of us on any day, can be beautiful and brilliant... mighty and magnificent... careening through our concrete fates, like a mad car crashing through the guard rails, driving hot and hard and fast, for as far and as long as the fuel will take us. Except...who can afford the gas these days? Maybe tomorrow...never comes, what then? Then tonight I must remind the stars that we streaked and stormed among them long ago, like cracks of lightning chasing after comets while God was crafting all of creation. We were the fucking light meant to cut the dark in half and blind the envious eyes of angels and eternity. We still are... I just forget how to do it from time to time.

written 9/14/2024@1:55am by Alexander Learmont https://www.patreon.com/Elysianwing

[readersmagnet]

"Poetry In Motion" invites readers to reflect on the beauty of life through the power of expression. This book presents the landscape of life by Raymond Quattlebaum as a journey of self-awareness and divine presence, offering a deeper understanding of our roles in life's grand design. Experience the profound miracle of who we are and connect with God's purpose for us.

Get involved in the grand journey and embrace the miracle of who we are. Visit https://www.raymondqbooks.com/ and get your copy today!

[haikugem]

Roses

I adore you the way bees Adore flowers

saturnstar | Niyanta S | zee Made on Haikugem

[senlair]

Whispers of Red and Blue.

Early morning, the cool breeze revives the soul, making me forget all the suffering my skin endured from the heat of the flames that lasted for days and weeks.

Did the heat begin after you left? Or had it always been there, unnoticed?

The gradients of blue in the sky, from the highest heights to where it kisses the earth a red ray emerges.

The red appears out of nowhere, stealing the spotlight.

Does the blue envy it?

Even though blue commands the vastness of the sky and is a masterpiece with its shades and brilliance, red overwhelms and shines...

The blue resembles all our memories together, and the red is how it all ended.

Red is my betrayal and my pain.

Red is the color of my words when I applauded someone.

Red is the color of my heart as I speak to you despite all the blue.

Red is a final attempt, unnoticed by its creator that it was the last. Red was a white lie, or perhaps something I wanted to give to you. Are you the blue, and I the red? Or were you the red all along?

You push my love away, reject it, yet it remains a part of you, with all its shades, clinging to you, making you unique.

Was the sky beautiful with its turquoise-red hue? Or was it terrifying like raging flames?

Don’t ask me if I want to be blue or red, because I don’t want to be a glowing sky.

I want to be the cool breeze that revives the soul, but not his soul.

I want God to make me like the breeze that destroyed every denier when Moses grieved.

But I want to be cool and peaceful, like the wind that saves the believers in the hereafter.

Can Moses' sorrow be compared to mine? Or his love to my love?

Moses wandered in a limitless desert, and I wandered in a love that does not exist.

I’m tired of the 'what ifs,' but what if we united and became a shade of purple, seen only at the end of the day ?

Visible not to the farmer, nor the laborer, but to a lover and a poet, worn out by words, staying awake through the nights, and a lover exhausted by the 'what ifs.'

I will not forgive you if you were whoever you were, even if it was what it was, whether in the early morning or at the end of the day.

-S.D

[nvdesertfox]

Curiouser and Curiouser my dear Alice ⏰🐇🌪️🎀

[ginadope]

waiting!

There is an edge between me and myself  Emotions elude me Hidden close yet out of reach  Where has the art gone? Merely blood and breath, that is what is left  I do not understand; I held my heart gently Did I stir some cosmic brew? Is this nature unrestrained? I do not understand 

I am a trapped animal  I can do nothing but wait

[jaggedjawjosh]

Believe in yourself, because you are the author of your own story, an inspiring beacon in the world's vast narrative.

[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

[elysianwing]

Rough Draft

I know this place. I know it well… It is where…when left alone, my ideas go to die. Their haggard bodies litter the ground here conceived while showering, or doing busy-work… or just before I fall asleep only to dissipate like most all dreams do. It’s only been a few days since I last wrote something new, but already I can feel the words trying to slip away from me falling between my weary fingers like grains of sand sliding through an hourglass. Taunting me as the seconds grow, one by one until they morph all at once into an endless silence, enveloping the space around me and stealing away all but the sounds of my breath as it echoes softly. Audible, yet still saying nothing like this damnable blinking cursor on my word-pad. Were it only so easy, as making this cursor move. I could let myself fall asleep and lie my head down on my keyboard spilling my dreams onto the page as the weight of my skull is cradled by the soft pillows of depressed keys. Tearing the white away one drooling, snoring, tossing and turning letter at a time. Written 9/8/2024 @ 10:12pm by Alexander Learmont https://www.patreon.com/Elysianwing

[readersmagnet]

In The Color of Love and Poetry in Motion, Raymond Quattlebaum weaves a captivating tapestry of heartfelt poetry and profound reflections on love, life, and human connection. With lyrical grace, Quattlebaum explores the emotions that shape us, offering a poignant and powerful collection that will resonate with readers seeking beauty and depth in both verse and life.

Discover more about Quattlebaum's book and visit https://www.raymondqbooks.com/author/.

[haikugem]

Memory Lane

Somewhere between me and my heart you own a permanent place

ishtarrina | Raindrop | rohanhere Made on Haikugem

[poetrysconduit]

At the end of every summer when fall comes, you see the leaves fall and pity my tree. All through winter you doubt what’ll become of me, yet come spring, your eyes gleam green with envy at the harvest summer brings