#poetryvibes

[darkacademicspirit]

I exist more in smudged lines and blank spaces than in spaces brimming with flawlessnes. A sketch of absence more than a sketch of substance.

~Shreya

[scribesandvibes]

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[writer59january13]

My epitaph writ large...

courtesy third person singular. Mise en scène pour décès pardon his feeble attempt at French, a unilingual English language quibbling, and scribbling mensch strongly advises applying left handed monkey wrench, which custom designed tool assigned impossible mission to discern sense and sensibility regarding following poetic thread subject of a fool's errand. Mein kampf witnessed, punctuated, and evinced courtesy final breath automatically triggering (tumblr to activate) final curtain call and unremarkable death. As stipulated in the living will cremation of his lifeless body cremated into soft gray powder. A prerecorded hashtagged obituary downloaded to individual smartphones and simultaneously appeared on the following poetry websites: COSMOFUNNEL, Hello Poetry, Neopoet, My Poetic Side, Poetry Soup, PoetryNook, PoetryVibe, Prose| A community of readers and writers, and All Poetry. He hesitated and lost out on game of life big time even fumbling crafting reasonable rhyme noshing, spending, and whiling inordinate amount of hours squirreled away in his bedroom surrounding himself with reading material. He amassed fountainhead of knowledge quietly engorging cerebral gray matter whereat noggin swelled up rivaling globe, but Atlas shrugged at him, whose head resembled the first Chinese brother who swallowed the sea. Odd his voracious appetite to buzzfeed with one

after another binary byte zealous precocity to engross himself with storied reading material

that does extremely excite (at the expense of healthy socialization) where his imagination took flight, nevertheless myopic eyes of his

did glean insight keeping his cute button nose between pages of choice morsels to appease hunger

keeping himself awake drinking high test coffee during darkness aided by jacklight processing meaty material with might experiencing abundant, exultant,

intoxicant, over-extravagant joie de vivre day or night, a balm, elixir, inebriate... quite the panacea to abet emotional incapacitation which entails crafting poems oftimes spending efforts with efforts undertaking rewrite unwittingly garnering a fanbase courtesy ideology doth unite.

[bechainiyaan]

Jo Dikh Raha Hai Wo Chhal Bhi Toh Ho Sakta Hai,

Sab Theek Kehne Wala Ghayal Bhi Toh Ho Sakta Hai..

✨🥀

[amarteser]

Una vieja ilusión se convierte en anhelo. El anhelo lo convierto en poemas. Los poemas los guardo en un cajón. Los cajones se empolvan. El polvo es testigo de una vieja ilusión. Una vieja ilusión se convierte en una historia jamás leída. Una historia. Un cajón. Poemas. Un corazón lleno de anhelo. -bitia meraz . . . . . #poetry #poetrycommunity #escritoresdeinstagram #letras #flores #dibujos #sketches #sketchesofinstagram #tumblrgirl #tumblraesthetic #tumbler #tumblrpost #sadness #sadgirl #poemas #anhelo #vintagegirl #vintagepoetry #poetryvibes #tumblrtextpost https://www.instagram.com/p/CC31FXdjGz3/?igshid=18x7k1r4hq52m

[thetimesbykl]

“The job of a poet is to tell the truth, and everything flows from that.”

~Gerald Barrax Sr.~

[fyapoetry]

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[lunawrennpoetry]

[love-drunk-lesbian]

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[scribesandvibes]

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[writer59january13]

Groundswell Of Emotional Blessedness

Ebullience exudes from mine every pore courtesy festive mood in the air,

thus acknowledgment to the following:

thank you All Poetry, COSMOFUNNEL, Facebook, Hello Poetry, My Poetic Side PoetryNook, Poetry Soup, PoetryVibe Tumblr, et cetera

anonymous global friends, Romans countrymen/women

whether spring chickens

or old roosters or hens.

A network of cherished kinships allied forged, and linkedin analogous to union of groom and bride

(case in point yours truly

linkedin with the missus) thru electronic bonds engender intrigue, nonetheless unconditionally accept, no matter I chide self, and reference mine existence as if...this mortal already died, now more appreciative than ever, cuz younger days witnessed

peers that did elide

me accompanied with relentless teasing, snubbing, roasting akin tubby kindled over a fireside,

thus...solitude shadowed me as sole silhouette guide peopled with books to escape and hide

from so called "real" webbed world, yet inside this former grievous lad through alienation,

emasculation, and isolation no joyride valuing myself less than a pawn on chessboard of life envying extrovert as kingside station depriving, insulating, and ostracizing yours truly belied

to Matthew Scott Harris marginally functioning, and denied him camaraderie, dating, enjoying female friendships due to lack of confidence and pride

and at the cusp of

pubescence...a slow descending ride (while donning a foghat) into the hungry (anorexic) maws of suicide, which ideations hammer psyche,

analogous to ego getting piston now aghast how I tried (without success)

to disappear sundering

mine complex edifice into the wide

abyss of nothingness, hence to treasure

those electronic connections, perhaps...totally no more'n four score (and seven years ago) all told of unbeknown village people comprising worthy chums, sans human league roar

ring (okay pardon the hyperbole), but letting this foo fighter explore

a greater range of interpersonal (no matter virtual), but each unnamed cyber buddy worth more than simple rhyming galore words express, some or all those who sprung from Earth, wind and fire, viz cosmic toreador this poet would their

physical presence adore, who realizes genuine experienced love second best option

loneliness I abhor,

nevertheless wistfulness

to communicate

thru the Internet...

finds me writing bonjour,

to random readers

familiar with literary nuances

of yours truly

within whose integrated circuits

central processing unit core

reasonable rhymes coalesce

as trademark décor

lapsing words to explore

his existential crisis

enduring seventeen years

subtracted from fourscore

orbitz athwart planet earth in the balance as informed

Former Vice President of the United States Albert Gore

his 1992 tree tease at that time hardcore

revelations now Greta Thunberg makes absolutely eloquently sure

Homo sapiens do not ignore.

[bechainiyaan]

Ye Jo Rishte Me Aai Hai Wahi Khaar Hun Me,

Tumne Pehchana? Tumhari Jaan Hun Me..

Khwahish Thi Ki Wo Mera Matha Choome,

Maine Jhooth Keh Diya Ki Beemar Hun Me..

[farzanaox-blog]

the earth is dying 

so are we

we are the flowers

we are the gardens 

slowly withering away

along with the world 

the sun dims 

and takes our light with it

the water that flows is not becoming still 

but we are 

and one day the world will be completely empty 

along with our souls 

and we won’t be able to stop it.

                                                                          -farzana lachhman

[thetimesbykl]

Regrettable Love

Your face is a painful reminder of my inanity.

How I so willingly allowed you to manipulate & crush me ceaselessly.

Win me back countless times with the sweetest melodic words.

And fuck & lick me so good that my pussy would pleasurable hurt.

All in the name of love.

That was the definition of a one-way street.

Given all your incredibly ruthless actions towards me.

Like the time you betrayed me with a woman who pretended to be a good friend to me.

I plead insanity.

Cause only a true psycho would have fallen for such a despicable human being.

Written by: @thetimesbykl