#poetryisnotdead

[thetypewriterdaily]

soft reminder 🧩💡

[shannyhere]

pockets are empty, dreams on hold

bills stack high, and the nights feel cold i chase the hours, but they slip away working for pennies, day after day

i need the money, it’s all i can see freedom’s a price that’s too high for me counting the minutes, waiting for more but the struggle’s the same as the day before

[sarthhakkk]

The most authentic relationships are forged in the crucible of doubt and support.

Sarthak

[blogbyher]

Franz Kafka wrote "All language is but a poor translation."

Now I understand why we are at a loss of words in the most intense moments of our lives.

[celtic-poetry]

In the shade

of an apple tree

I lost my innocence

& was born anew

Among grass

and bumblebees

something lost

was found again

I forgot

for a tiny second

oh bliss

-

how much it hurts

to be

& to be free

[sagessge]

[I have so much to say to you,yet I never utter a word,my eyes meet yours but our fates have separated a long ago,I know,And yet I write about you ferociously,fervently,But yet I think about you more than anything]

I have not seen you for long

Yet the image of you persists in my heart

As if you were never gone from my gaze

As if you never left me admist the ashes of my own hate

And you walk on our path so painlessly

I can see I was the only one in love

For I cannot move forward a step,without thinking of you,your brown eyes and your warm touch

I cannot move forward thinking of the way around you,the whole world lost it's charm

For you were the only thing worth looking at,only thing to be worth admiring or living for

I cannot yet bring myself to take a different path

I have loved you and your footsteps too dearly,I follow into them,yet don't let myself get lost in your love

I don't want that pain again

But perhaps I never got rid of it

I write about you alot,but I think of you way more

For your glimpse,your laughter,or a shrill word of yours that hit me like an arrow strains me time to time

When I see you again,and your gaze meets mine

My heart shoots a shiver all over my body

For I loved you with all of me,and all of me yearns for you and your presence

Knowing I might never receive it,Knowing you might never get to read what I wrote for you

Keep your gaze on those boys,talk all you want of them

Yet tell me if they look at you the way I do

Tell me if they write about you the way I do

If they love you the way I do

If their heartbeats utter your name and their eyes hold your face

If their actions resemble yours

Tell me,my dear,If any other loves you the way I did,the way I do

To be so aware yet to fall into this pain of love,is a foolishness

Yet I'd be a loon for you,a hundred times more if I could

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

I was talking with my sister last night and it occurred to me that I write a lot of poetry during liminal and intermundane moments. Late at night before I go to sleep. A moment of mental stress. Immediately after awaking from unconsciousness. Feeling trapped between the past and the future. Longing for the beauty of the unattainable past. Stuck in traffic. Out walking at sunset, almost dying from the freezing cold temperature. Meditation on our childhood in the earth. Outside in a thunder storm. Imagining I was out in the woods. Something eerily like demonic possession. Dancing in the rain. Listening to the night sounds at midnight dejection. Melancholy contemplation in an unlit room. A late night obsession. Out, meditating, on a walk. The shock of a murder. Reading apocalyptic literature.

Humans are intermundane beings; thus it only makes sense that our poetry would be the same.

[kodesh-hakodashim]

🕊🥰A Little Bit About Me😘🙏🏿

Hi, I'm Kaleb from @kaleb-is-definitely-sane (personal) and @idylls-of-the-divine-romance (religious) and this is my side blog for poetry.

I'm gay and Christian and I write poetry about those things (sometimes at the same time) so if you have a problem with that... idk figure it out.

Iderk why I'm making this *shrugs* Anyway enjoy.

[aeroma-soyam]

[tearsdntfall06]

HIM

I liked you since I caught you staring at me, I saw you in the computer lab, busy completing practical. The eyes that sparkled, Melted my heart before I asked. The world got blured, when I looked at you, Smiling in the frame, that captured you My mind knows, I never mattered to you (maybe) But this heart can't stop falling for you. You pass through the corridors once or twice, My heart goes searching for the millionth time. The wind whispers into my ears, There he goes the man, among the peers. All my diary pages are bored of me, Hearing the longest monologues for praising thee. My heart is awaiting for the day to come, When I have the guts to say- "I like you". ~Khushboo💌

[senlair]

sea

don’t want to fight in any battle.

I don’t want to earn titles.

I don’t want to belong to any sect or religion, and I don’t want to fight out of love for any belief.

I don’t want money or power, acceptance, or love from anyone.

I just want to lie on a high mountain for hours under the scorching sun, completely bare, until I start to melt.

I want to die while melting.

I want to melt, just melt.

I don’t understand the purpose of anything at all. Knowledge fades away, beauty fades away.

I don’t want anything from this life.

I want the sea, just the sea.

I want to love the sea until I become a part of it.

I believe that everything in this life is a distraction from my love for the sea.

Your glances that you throw at me here and there are not like the sea, which embraces me with its breeze whenever I feel suffocated.

And I can really talk to it whenever I want.

And it can love me as I float on it, alive.

[thetypewriterdaily]

that dream you’ve been carrying in your heart is more than a wish. it’s your calling, and it will keep calling until you answer. some days, it will be a soft whisper. other days it will be a roar, impossible to ignore. it’s like a song only you can hear and it won’t stop playing until you sing it back. and when you do, it will unfold into something bigger than you imagined, transforming your life in ways you never expected 🐛🦋

[shannyhere]

yearning for a touch that's cold,

a love that leaves me feeling old, your words, like poison, seep inside, yet still i crave, though tears i've cried.

i reach for warmth that isn't there, lost in dreams of tender care, but all i find is endless ache, a bond that's broken, a heart to break.

[sarthhakkk]

If only people stop being influenced by all the unrealistic portrayals and bullshit they see on social media, a lot of relationships would be saved.

Sarthak

[blogbyher]

Still, there is this terrible desire to be loved.

Still, there is this horror at being left behind.

- Michael Cunningham

[celtic-poetry]

It’s moments like this

Early mornings

With you laying beside me

- muttering in your sleep -

I treasure the most

When the world still sleeps

All around

And the sun begins

To rise

And I feel at peace

Mostly awake

But still, in some ways,

In a dreamlike state

Smiling a bit goofy

At your tirade

Something about the cat

who did eat the candy

elephant hat

-

It’s moments like that

That keeps me going

Even on the rainy days

where you are already gone