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[heartstrings-and-hauntings]

A Soul’s Embrace

Sitting in the dark because it brings far more comfort than the light.

There is nothing here for all my doubts and fears, and at the bottom, the well of all my tears.

There, a child is crying, a teenager is screaming, and a young woman is trying desperately to find meaning.

I look to them with pity; their emotions are plenty, overwhelm wrapping me like vines, the thorns of each new and old emotion digging in.

My blood, sweat, and tears— yet life never feels like a win. How long must I carry the weight I thought I had dropped?

When will I heal enough to live and not exist, to thrive and not survive, to find joy in everyday life?

To find solace in those that love me, to find beauty in those that accept me, to stand in awe of my reflection, to see the me those loving eyes mirror back.

To find comfort in the words that soothe the crying child, to calm the screaming teenager, to guide the young woman, explaining that life is an adventure that doesn’t need a plan.

To help the survivor understand that in order to thrive, she must let go of control, to let be, to not look back— the future is waiting, and the present is calling.

Healing may not be linear, but it’s a checkpoint— so even if we have to go back, we can always move forward.

And one day, we will stand firm in ourselves; we will whisper, I love you.

I love every crack and fissure, I love every flaw without measure, I love every emotion we feel, I love the body that carries our soul, and I love our soul and our love, most of all.

[elysianwing]

Rising Promises

I found a tattered notebook, I recall the promises… the naïve scribblings. However, the words are faded now, completely indistinguishable amidst the lined papers. No one shall see the broken ambitions from a time of hope. The failed experiments performed in a carefree housing. Time will never get my best though, my memory is still intact. A reminder of the discrepancies between me and myself. When potential was abundant… when confidence soared. Before reality sunk in like the sun deep into the horizon. The sun always returns though…. as if in defiance of the sky. It won't secede…neither shall I. I wonder if the time will come that I may surface again. With newfound resolve in my eyes, fresh from the recoil. You can't keep me down forever, I won't be stopped from rising again. Written 6/26/03 @ 2:20am by Alexander Learmont https://www.patreon.com/Elysianwing

[doll-poetry]

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[celestialdnagenome]

Vessels Of Clay

Written By: Thomas James Johnson III

"Vessels of Clay" is a poetic love letter from the creator to its creations, exploring themes of transformation, eternal love, and the unbreakable connection between the creator and the created. This heartfelt piece reflects the beauty of renewal, the value of every form, and the omniverse's role in shaping us as living art. A tribute to love's enduring presence through all trials and forms.

[hunter-arceneaux-blog]

With(out) Sound

The earthquake beneath my pillow, shakes me awake again. I'm out of bed, hearing aids in. The world with sound abruptly begins. With the volume on high and the right program set, I hear birds, I hear music, I hear words. But once they're out and the world quiet again, The silence once foreboding I now find comfort in.

[verseandvisionchronicles]

Echoes of Us - A Conversation in Time

In the quiet corridors of time, echoes call, A familiar voice, a shared memory's thrall. Hey there, it's been a while, hasn't it? Thoughts of us, where moments still fit.

The hands of the clock dance gracefully, As I ponder what was, what could be. Life's tapestry weaves stories untold, A narrative of us, precious and bold.

Reflections ripple through the quiet hours, Contours of laughter, like fragrant flowers. I've thought a lot about us, you see, The dance of our souls, a symphony.

Life's lessons etched upon the heart, In the gentle artistry of a fresh start. Can we talk, unravel the whispers of time, Explore the verses of an unwritten rhyme?

A canvas of possibilities, strokes of fate, In the silence, the anticipation is great. What might still be, what could unfold, As our stories continue to be told.

So here's an invitation, sincere and true, To converse, to share, just me and you. In the spaces between what was and might be, Let's explore the depths of possibility.

[t-tasdik]

I hope my funeral will be empty.

No eulogy and soaked eyes,

I had a lifetime to see the faces that carried those eyes.

Spare me the fallacy of care.

The journey of my eternal peace,

should not be tattered by those who worship chaos.

We don’t worship the same god.

[sound-symmetry]

"When you find that special someone who makes your heart flutter with a single smile, you've stumbled upon the rarest of blooms in the garden of desire. 💕 Let love blossom. 🌼 #CrushFact #LoveInBlossom #HeartFlutter" Caption: "Let's talk about the poetry of life and love. 💫 In the depths of our souls, galaxies reside, each beat a star in the vast cosmos. 🌌 #DeepFact #GalaxiesWithin" "Life is a tapestry woven with the threads of emotions, and in the quiet moments of contemplation, we discover galaxies within ourselves. Each heartbeat, a star in the boundless cosmos of our existence. ✨ Let's embrace the poetry of life and love together. 📖❤️ #DeepFact #GalaxiesWithin #PoetryOfLife" YouTube Shorts:

[adriftpoetry]

Whispers of Resilience

In shadows cast by fleeting years, I danced a waltz with grown-up fears. A childhood lost, a heavy toll, In whispers of a wounded soul.

While friends frolicked in youth's embrace, I bore the weight of life's swift race. Responsibilities draped in gray, Innocence lost, dreams put away.

Through corridors of fleeting time, I walked the path, a paradigm. Family struggles, finance woes, In the garden, a lone flower grows.

Childhood's laughter, a distant sound, As I navigated life unbound. Maturity forced its early bloom, In the twilight of a borrowed room.

Yet strength emerged from depths unknown, A resilience in seeds I'd sown. The sunsets painted on my face, A canvas etched with quiet grace.

Oh, how I longed for carefree days, To chase the sun in playful ways. But duty called, and I replied, A grown-up heart in a child's stride.

In dreams, I sought a lighter flight, Yet anchored by the struggles, tight. For every tear that marked the night, A star was born, a guiding light.

So here I stand, a soul mature, With tales to tell, hardships endure. Though youth slipped by with fleeting grace, I found my strength in life's embrace.

For in the crucible of strife, I forged a deeper, truer life. And as I gaze at the stars above, I thank the trials that shaped my love.

-adriftpoetry

[bluebirdinpisces]

I'm not sure why but resently found i like to look at the pictures of stairs. Probably sertain symbolism of it.

stair symbolisms: growth, progress, and challenges, transition, new beginnings, and even death. Connection between the physical and the spiritual.

W Remington Street, Black River, New York.

[icouldnthelpbutremember]

Why is it that we don’t ever know the last time of something… is the last time.. The last time you kiss The last time you hug The last time your baby nurses from the breast The last time baby crawls The last time your baby wakes up crying at night… The last time your baby sits in your lap The last time they say words in a funny way The last time they are babies.. before they become teenagers So many last times that happen quietly, and we don’t know they are last times of precious moments that are moving on with the current of this life… But.. we remember first times.. first time you fall in love First time your heart was broken First time you kissed on the lips First time you cried saying goodbye First time you got deathly sick First time you became a parent First time your baby moved inside the womb First time baby took to the breast First stroller walk you took First giggle.. and first crawl… First steps her little feet walked So many “firsts” engraved in our minds.. souls.. and hearts… kept in frames on the walls.. and we will hold on to them forever… Is it that we remember the “first times” because beginnings are good.. and, we were blessed to “not” know when “last times” happen.. to spare us the biggest pain humans were made to endure… letting go.. and saying goodby.. By: icouldnthelpbutremember Photo: Pinterest #fragile #lifeistooshort #lifequotes #wisdom #goodbyes #lettinggoquotes #femalewriters #poetryoflife #instareels #viralreels #soothingwords #wordstoliveby #icouldnthelpbutremember #loveandpain #tidesofmotherhood #tidesoflife #oceanlovers #oceanphotography https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm42tBSpyLy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[elysianwing]

Panning

We often trick ourselves into thinking poems need be long and drawn out to extract some sort of truth from the stream of consciousness outpouring from our lips, pen-tips, and keystrokes... like prospectors sifting the earth searching for gold specks in dirt lifted from a river's bed. We must take great care to remind ourselves on occasion that the time we spend looking for golden truth is not nearly as important as where we start our search. written 9/1/2024 @ 7:58pm by Alexander Learmont https://www.patreon.com/Elysianwing

[doll-poetry]

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[d-vallejo-world]

I keep drawing materials by the bed because sometimes early morning or late night conversations have the best poses and what could be better than discussing ideas and noting the poetry of the moment? . #penandink #penandinkdrawing #poetryoflife #sketchingfromlife #drawingfromlife #drawingfromobservation — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/XkEfP8y

[odealagourmande]

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[divyashana]

"Let Her Cry!"

"In every tear, a desert blooms with hope and renewal." #LetHerCry #TearsOfHealing #EmotionalRelease #HopeAndRenewal #PoetryOfLife #Catharsis #HealingJourney #EmbraceYourEmotions #SoulfulReflections #TearsTransform #FindingLight

When she cries, the tears flow free,Like a water source in a barren sea.Each drop brings life to the desert land,Where sorrow once held tight its hand.These tears, a river in the sun’s embrace,Transform dry sands into a sacred space.Each drop a whisper of heartache and pain,Nourishing roots that thirst for the rain.With every tear, the desert fades,Greens replace the empty shades.The weight of…