#poetrysociety

[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

[tearsdntfall06]

Why?

"I like you" "really?! why?" "why?" you ask How could I not fall for you? Your presence made me feel at ease in all the chaos, Your voice is like a beautiful song, that I could listen to forever So, yes I liked you If people ever ask me "Why him?" I won't be able t answer to any of them For if I started telling them " Why" I like you I wouldn't stop "sometimes you just don't need a reason to like a person", they say But for me there are countless reasons Yet I will still say, I like you without a reason For if I started counting all these reasons It would take me forever. ~Khushboo💌

[vexshawy]

In essence, it's a way of saying, "I care about you and what you have to say. Please share your experiences with me."

[maihonhassan]

ki haq se farishton ne 'iqbaal' ki ghammazi

To God the angels did complain ʹGainst Iqbal and did say

gustakh hai karta hai fitrat ki hina-bandi

That rude and insolent is he, Nature he paints much brightly

khaki hai magar is ke andaz hain aflaki

Though born of mud and water, yet a god assumes to be:

rumi hai na shami hai kashi na samarqandi

Not bound to any home or land, of earthly ties is free

sikhlai farishton ko aadam ki tarap us ne

To throngs of Heaven he has taught, like man, to fret and pine

aadam ko sikhata hai aadab-e-khudawandi

To clay‐made man he fain would teach the wont and mode divine

- Allama Iqbal

[lastleaponthatswing]

"The stars will guide me home."

-Wing

[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

[laddersofsweetmisery]

I beg to meet someone who survives it

- nikki howard, @laddersofsweetmisery

[atyasrama]

Funny thing about humans,

They get used to anything.

Even despair and suffering.

[amor-saca-amor]

Let me live.

[inkneverdies]

When Everything Fails

Most days, I want to scream— when life feels like a crumbling dream, when the weight piles on, stone by stone, and every burden, I face alone.

Things fall apart, piece by piece, and hope, like smoke, begins to cease. But just as shadows start to win, a single light finds its way in.

A stranger's smile, a gentle word, small kindnesses I once unheard, they spark a warmth, deep and clear, reminding me that someone’s near.

It’s funny how a little grace— a simple gesture, a friendly face— can shift the ground beneath your feet, and make despair almost feel sweet.

In those moments, soft and rare, I feel a peace beyond compare. One small act, a touch so kind, and the tangled world unwinds.

So if you see someone fade, lost in shadows, feeling frayed, remember, love, it doesn’t take much light for a soul to wake.

[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.

[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💌

[lastleaponthatswing]

Mercury sits as a pebble in my shoe

show me my mother grasping my fingers

Carefully

Fire licks at my spleen like.

The sensation of maggots

squirm in my pelvis

A glass shard feeds my skin separated flesh

My garden grows sunflowers tall and aching

They tug at the roots of my hair tangling snakes

Eating the meat of eachothers water

Sirens make believe stories of vibrating vocal cords

Entice me, quickly, quietly

Forgive my sweet tea leaves sticking to your porcelain

Heaven will bless my wrath

Forgive.

[senlair]

Dead orchestra

All at once

Like an orchestra

In a single second

Our song is endless

And it has no beginning

Perhaps we were written for each other from the start

Our stage is life itself

This entire galaxy could be our stage With me as the only audience

I’m the only one standing at the end of the galaxy on a star, clapping and crying.

I wished I had a partner to listen with me and comment

Maybe if there were an audience, they would have pointed out the mistakes in the orchestra

A long song Its stage a galaxy, with no audience. A girl with disheveled hair told me yesterday, perhaps I bought the ticket at the wrong time.

I didn’t talk to her to know if the theater was ever full.

I didn’t talk to her to know if she ever listened to the song at all

If I had two lives, I would listen to the song in both

If I had two galaxies, I would rent them out as a stage for the song

If I were beautiful at all, I would invite the conductor to my home

It felt like loving a song that is a body rather than a melody in the air

Can you be angry at something you’re madly in love with?

Can you love something and be obsessed with it But every breath of it stirs feelings of irritation within you ?

Every breath of air has struck me while I was in your theater listening to your songs

It has tossed me to another star with its ebb and flow until I no longer know where I am

The stars I swing between are not adjacent They take me to colorful and white worlds.

They make me fly, then cradle me like a small child

They shake me strongly, then lull me to sleep. They make me wish for all the galaxies to play them. I feel a beautiful dizziness.

I feel a beautiful dizziness.

I really don’t live like other people

Nor do I see things the way they do

I see everything behind a distorted mirror with strange shapes

It magnifies and shrinks things according to its mood.

The breezes that hit my right cheek are like musk when the conductor raises his hand and then quickly lowers it

The stage stretches across a galaxy, but despite that, the echo of the air reaches me

I’m not beautiful enough to captivate the conductor.

I say it once and then repeat it, maybe because I had many similar thoughts while I was there.

I never get bored there.

The ticket has no time there.

Money is worth nothing there.

I live there, maybe I’m trapped.

Maybe I really love the song, maybe I just got used to being there.

Maybe two years have made me forget who I am outside the theater’s door.

Maybe I fell in love with the conductor.

Maybe I was just led by my desires and maybe... That musk has numbed me forever.

All at once.

How can we write each other's names randomly in one second

How can we search for each other randomly in one second

How can we be so connected, yet I’m not addicted to you?

How can I not sit here and listen to the song forever

If prison were this sweet, I’d be a criminal sentenced to death who was pardoned with life imprisonment

I don’t want to be expelled from the theater, but I will be expelled one day or tomorrow.

I don’t want to finish writing this text because I… don’t want any date written on this worn-out ticket in my hand.

The ticket for which I don’t know the price.

I don’t want the song to end, nor do I want to think about tomorrow.

I pray to God that it never ends… ‘All at once.’

[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")

[atyasrama]

At this point,

I feel like I need to someone I can give all my love to

But everyone that comes, has no space to contain them

And the less I give, The more empty I become

If she were to stay, I would tell her

Each morning and each night,

How beautiful the sky looked under the halo

Of our kisses and her wet apron

But she has to go and I cannot make her

Stay with me till sunsets