#poetsofficial

[adhd-creativity]

A poem I wrote about mushroom picking 🍄✨️

[thesewordsaremymusings]

“I want to take my heart off my sleeve, but I can’t. It’s a wound.”

-m.n.

[yellowhippo]

Second Quarter of 2023. [June]

art works and poetry, chronological order.

please don’t judge my art...i’m not exactly a Bob Ross descendant.

Bereft Soul - June 7

10:25 - 10:30am

No longer jittery, She resigned herself in misery. All that's left Is a soul bereft. She's had enough And is tired to be tough. It's a slumber so deep, Days and days to be asleep. That's all she wants And hope someone grants.

Cross Roads - June 8

8:22 - 8:23pm

Just when I was feeling defeated and close to letting go, The in between comes, leading me to crossroads. Just when I thought my journey was ending...

[ishxni]

I can't hate you for something

I couldn't remember until the

other mornings I can’t hate you

for something you possibly went through too

I wonder if they did to you the same

that you did to me

But my mind blocked out that day

I would've never remembered

Ever

Suddenly I've gone back in time

when she tells me, i felt like

A scared child again

Sobbing and screaming

Begging to be let out the house that

I was too small to be alone in

Crying for my mum

Begging my dad to let me out

Let me out, please, I'm sorry,

Just let me out!

Gone back to banging on the door

Back to being so afraid

Gone back to thinking what I did wrong to

Deserve this - too young

To understand that maybe

Your parents did the same to you

Gone back ten yeas not having looked back

But new l remember it all,

I wen t back to that moment

Relived it all

Told it back in a different perspective

That I didn't respond to well.

I never cried at a memory

The tears fell quicker than I could blink

I could hear the screaming

I could hear the crying like

I was someone else in the house

That tragic memory

Long lost and wished you never came back

You pushed me a step back

Humbled me a little

You rattled that part of me that needs healing

And so if I can't hate you

then I don’t know what to do

[lrsamantha]

Your hands were bigger than mine,

and when our fingers intertwined,

something flowed from you to me.

You leaned back, sinking into silk sheets,

my eyes fixated on your hands tangled in mine.

I raised my gaze to your face, and you met my eyes

I want to let you in, but I'm so afraid you'll leave

[thewrittentales]

Written Tales Chapbook XI - Written Tales Magazine Welcome to ‘Nostalgia,’ the theme of Chapbook vol. XI. In this collection, we explore cherished memories, heartfelt sentiments, and the deep yearning for the past. Through the heartfelt words in these pages, we invite you to join us in reflecting on the shared emotions that tie us together. https://writtentales.substack.com/p/written-tales-chapbook-xi

[crystal-charlotte-lynch]

Blackout Poems by Crystal Charlotte Lynch

[cf-bundy]

Pain hurts but grief alters.

[thesilentgazer]

Anger is powerful. That is why you ask it to hide. Anger is grief's sister. She is mad, absolutely livid, that you try to hurt her. Anger is the father of sadness. He cannot believe that something like this could happen to his son. Anger is the neighbour of consequences, you cannot avoid it for long. Anger is your mother when she has had enough of the world. Anger is your blood and bones, and how long will you hide it away, when it has made a home there.

-gazergirl

[trueemotions9191]

Locked away for years

A prisoner to my own mind

Was never allowed outside

To feel the breeze or the Sun-rays

Now I’m free , I’m stuck

Like a cat, sat on its favourite mat,

Licking its wounds , still looking through the same stained window pane ,

You don’t get me , don’t think you ever will,

Years of solitude , really took its toll on my mood . My mind don’t know anything different , a connection I can’t rebuild . I don’t know how to operate without this blind in front of my view. It feels to good to be true . So here I sit , no change in my habits . Hoping one day. Someone will come and remove the bricks. You can’t see them , believe me , they are surrounded all around me . Brick by brick I try to escape , to the freedom god granted me. My mind tells me to stay , how I am , as they is nothing interesting outside , I’m safe in my own mind . Content where no harm could ever come to my side .

[npx9]

Childhood memories 🫶🏻

[loudphantomlove]

Crying in the middle of the day should be a

Thing, i mean it's always the day that

Overwhelms more than night.

[thesewordsaremymusings]

“Did you ever tell anyone about your misery?”

-m.n. | “I’ll ask myself about this someday.”

[yellowhippo]

Pitong Buwan

[old poems - 2022 edition]

Pitong buwan na rin ang nakalipas nang mistula ako ay naging karakter sa isang kwento pangbata. Ngunit ang karakter ay di pansin, O tila isang napadaan lamang sa kalye. Hindi tulad ng darating na akda, Kung saan para ba'y naging espanyol sa isang lupalop na dati rati ay aking napapanuod lang din.

9:31 - 9:34pm December 9

[ghostofyourdarling]

Tasia Edwards, honey, pt.6.

[lrsamantha]

you were a heady mix of hope and fear,

of ecstasy and agony

a delicate balance that teetered on the edge of blissful fulfillment

and crushing disappointment

any gesture of affection sent my heart to the moon,

while the most careless rejection brought it crashing down