#shepoems

[dcdiew]

Demon?

SHEPoem ONLY MISOGYNISTS FEAR WOMEN I’m a woman Yet you call me a demon Twist my words Claim I caused every problem From the beginning of existence How sick How impish Truth is You’re just hiding the truth I’m exposing it Rewriting history To fit your false narratives How childish Hiding what belongs to all humans To keep all from evolving Because you can’t Typical isn’t…

[bitesandplaces]

An Ode To Her…

[napkindiary]

The two of them always sent their emissaries to meet; always negotiating, masks interacting with masks, each pretending for so long that their front was real that soon they began to believe it. The facades became reality; except, on some level, the Soul knows the Truth; and that Truth is Universal. Their souls craved to be seen for all their intricate beauty, to be known and warmed by communion with other souls. The soul craves to swim naked in the sea, running along the dunes to dry, so full of freedom that it accepts any encounter with love and curiosity, urging the other souls to come from the shadows and the shells to dance in the circle; cherished, reveling in the revealing, the Unveiling. That could be us but no, we're Quite the cute couple, sculpted bodies, soy lattes, seated facing; but, eyes facing phones or the morning paper across the table, polite or not polite casual conversations that never break the veil, sad reflections of the Truth, cold companions, neither in nor out of this dance of masks which should only serve to bring the yearning into stark relief, tearing the skin without reaching the itch; but no, so long in this coiffed minuet, connected only by the fingers, no longer flirting with flight, long forgotten the desperate negotiation; not even peering at the edge, weighing the pros and cons of a cliff dive into fulfillment, versus the bloody tumble and crash of the near miss. the sublime displays don't phase us anymore beauty only reminds us of what we could have been. Master of Denial: She fancied herself A Master of deception; but she was only good at Deceiving herself: A Master of Denial. #givingup #socialdistancing #truth #lies #perception #interrogations #deception #fear #relationships #recovery #alcoholism #honesty #shestory #shepoems #integrity #InkBleed #poetry #indiepoets #words #instagramwriters #poetry #poetsoftheweb #poetsofinstagram #sapiosexual #shortstory #poetssociety #writingcommunity #internetpoets #napkindiaries (at Beverly Hilton Hotel, Beverly Hills) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-xufatDO4d/?igshid=qg3279p3mnp4

[wordssparkle-20]

Often thoughts could be so overwhelming that we lose track of time while exploring the imaginative world. . . . . . ✨Share to spread love . . Follow @word.sparkle20 for more. #bymepoetry #she #shepoem #poetic_eclectic #theurbanpoets #thewritersturf #secretivescribblings #bleedingsoulpoetry #wordssparkle #pfpoetry #wordsofwisdom #womenwhowrite #wordporn #igpoetry #instagram #instadaily #writersofinstagram #manifest #postoftheday #astheticpoem #whiteasthetic #newpost #strongertogether #writingcommunity #poetsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CEUYT4bliNW/?igshid=1h32n829z2rlm

[quotes-poems-memes-stories]

Her actions

Sometimes, each of her actions is judged by others.  Read the full article

[writingsandfandoms]

From A Hurricane, A Butterfly Emerges // I rarely do these but a #shepoem for @labwritesla Tagged by @nina_green_poetry for “butterflies and hurricanes” for #maymusings2020prompts • • #MBS #poem #poetry #abusesurvivor #childhoodmemories #poetsofinstagram #poet #poetrycommunity #writer #writersofinstagram #writing #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #spilledink #instapoet #instapoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CAQUl49F-Is/?igshid=qfjzlbasl335

[fatmalovestodraw]

#wip #summerinnovember #drawing #arting #sketchbooking #play #ikea #hair #sketchbook #halfwayhome #shepoem

[destiny2shine]

The more she was healing from the outside..the more she could damage her rivals from the inside

D2S

[aarpoetry241]

#ashleyanne #aarpoetry #poetess #poetess #indiepoetry #spilledink #shortpoem #wordporn #instagood #thepoetryhive #love #lovepoems #lovequotes #qotd #lit #creativewriting #shepoem

[napkindiary]

The two of them always sent their emissaries to meet; always negotiating, masks interacting with masks, each pretending for so long that their front was real that soon they began to believe it. The facades became reality; except, on some level, the Soul knows the Truth; and that Truth is Universal. Their souls craved to be seen for all their intricate beauty, to be known and warmed by communion with other souls. The soul craves to swim naked in the sea, running along the dunes to dry, so full of freedom that it accepts any encounter with love and curiosity, urging the other souls to come from the shadows and the shells to dance in the circle; cherished, reveling in the revealing, the Unveiling. That could be us but no, we're Quite the cute couple, sculpted bodies, soy lattes, seated facing; but eyes facing phones or the morning paper across the table, polite or not polite casual conversations that never break the veil, sad reflections of the Truth, cold companions, neither in nor out of this dance of masks which should only serve to bring the yearning into stark relief, tearing the skin without reaching the itch, But no, so long in this coiffed minuet, linked only by finger clasp, no longer flirting with flight, long forgotten the struggle, the desperate negotiation; we don't even peer at the edge, balancing risk/reward for a cliff dive into fulfillment, versus the bloody tumble and crash of the near miss. The sublime displays don't phase us anymore. Beauty only reminds us of giving up on who we could have been. Master of Denial She fancied herself A Master of deception; but she was only good at Deceiving herself: A Master of Denial. #denial #masterofdeception #truth #lies #perception #interrogations #deception #fear #relationships #recovery #alcoholism #honesty #shestory #shepoems #integrity #InkBleed #poetry #indiepoets #words #instagramwriters #poetry #poetsoftheweb #poetsofinstagram #sapiosexual #shortstory #thiscouldbeus #writingcommunity #internetpoets #napkindiaries (at United Nations Headquarters) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-wJr4BjUbs/?igshid=34ygy0h0crxd

[wordssparkle-20]

Maybe the wholeness that you had been searching externally, was within you the entire time. . . . . . Share to spread love ✨ . . Follow @words_sparkle20 for more 💓 . . #bymepoetry #she #shepoem #wordssparkle #mindfulness #pfpoetry #societyofpoetry #poetryglance #apoeticview #thepoetsanonymous #thepoetspotlight #poetrycommunity #womenwhowrite #wordporn #igpoetry #instagram #instadaily #writersofinstagram #manifest #postoftheday #newpost #strongertogether #writingcommunity #2020 #positivity#poetsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CEPXnkmFkXa/?igshid=1tu6vkuyi61h6

[quotes-poems-memes-stories]

Her actions

Sometimes, each of her actions is judged by others.  Read the full article

[writingsandfandoms]

✨ 🪄 // Tagged by the incredible @lindalokheeauthor for @heartofquill eight line “where there is woman there is magic” ✨ • • #MBS #poem #poetry #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poet #hoq #poetryunbound #women #magic #writer #writersofinstagram #writing #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #writtenword #spilledwords #spilledthoughts #instapoet #instapoetry #shepoem https://www.instagram.com/p/Cbu-iQ6up0t/?utm_medium=tumblr

[napkindiary]

The two of them always sent their emissaries to meet; always negotiating, masks interacting with masks, each pretending for so long that their front was real that soon they began to believe it. The facades became reality; except, on some level, the Soul knows the Truth; and that Truth is Universal. Their souls craved to be seen for all their intricate beauty, to be known and warmed by communion with other souls. The soul craves to swim naked in the sea, running along the dunes to dry, so full of freedom that it accepts any encounter with love and curiosity, urging the other souls to come from the shadows and the shells to dance in the circle; cherished, reveling in the revealing, the Unveiling. That could be us but no, we're Quite the cute couple, sculpted bodies, soy lattes, seated facing; but eyes facing phones or the morning paper across the table, polite or not polite casual conversations that never break the veil, sad reflections of the Truth, cold companions, neither in nor out of this dance of masks which should only serve to bring the yearning into stark relief, tearing the skin without reaching the itch, But no, so long in this coiffed minuet, connected only by the fingers, no longer flirting with flight, long forgotten the desperate negotiation; not even peering at the edge, weighing the cliff dive into fulfillment, against the bloody tumble and crash of the near miss. Master of Denial She fancied herself A Master of deception; but she was only good at  Deceiving herself: A Master of Denial. #denial #masterofdeception #truth #lies #perception #interrogations #deception #fear #relationships #recovery #alcoholism #honesty #shestory #shepoems #integrity #InkBleed #poetry #indiepoets #words #instagramwriters #poetry #poetsoftheweb #poetsofinstagram #sapiosexual #shortstory #poetssociety #writingcommunity #internetpoets #napkindiaries (at Blue Nile)