#daily poem
heyitsfurqan · 1 day
In hasraton se kah do kahin aur ja basen,
Itni jagah kahan hai dil-e-dagh-dar mein.
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jordynhaiku · 2 days
The turn of summer
and I'm still freezing at noon
in all my layers.
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youseeingthis · 19 hours
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Although there may have been many versions of me,
Most of them were lonely.
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zaaima · 3 months
All I know is that I've wasted all these years looking for something, a sort of trophy I'd get only if I really, really did enough to deserve it. But I don't want it anymore, I want something else now, something warm and sheltering, something I can turn to, regardless of what I do, regardless of who I become. Something that will just be there, always, like tomorrow's sky.
Kazuo Ishiguro
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Oh right, there’s supposed to be like, a daily poem going on here or something right? Right. Fine. Whatever. Today’s poem is uh--
Roses are red Cave Spiders are fangy I got killed by a bunch of arachnids while procrastinating this doodle And now I’m really heckin angy
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fictional-man · 4 months
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loopify7 · 7 months
„If I told you about the darkness inside of me would you still look at me like I am the Sun“
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madeofbluez · 7 months
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" with love, sir, i wish to serve myself some bread before I serve you a course, for I've starved my own hunger, and now I crave anything alive. "
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" apologies, for I have been, scared, but aggressively, aggressively scared sir "
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" I've washed dirt, and scrubed your basins white, sir, but I must say, your wine stained shirt remains. It commands me to honor it's poetic wrath with reality "
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And how she thanked the world, for it's awaited doom, in casual conversations about flowers,
she'd smile at autumn, for death wasn't new to her, but the after...
" Poetic Betrayals " - Astha kesri
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21stcenturysucks · 3 months
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manicpixie-dream · 3 months
You heal me
Yet you scare me all at once
Maybe it’s all things you say
Or what you don’t
Envoke me
Or embalm me
Rest me at my grave
Make pretend
I’m a leaf
And blow me away
make pretend
I believe you
when you say that you’ll change
You read me
im getting better and worse
do you see it?
do you see me?
- Kim
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drunkenacademia · 5 months
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youseeingthis · 19 hours
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heyitsfurqan · 2 days
So ek roz kya hua, wafa pe behas chhid gai
Main ishq ko amar kahun, wo meri zid se chid gai
Main ishq ka asiir tha, wo ishq ko qafas kahe
Ki umr bhar ke saath ko, wo bad-tar-az-havas kahe.
Ahmad Faraz
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jordynhaiku · 2 months
Do you remember
the warm weight of another
in less lonely arms?
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The more I hoped that we could be together, the farther away you slipped from my grasp.
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zaaima · 3 months
Forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.
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Daily Doc Doodle! This one took about an hour and a half. The daily poem attached to this one is: Early Frost by Scott Cairn
Full poem under the cut!
This morning the world’s white face reminds us that life intends to become serious again. And the same loud birds that all summer long annoyed us with their high attitudes and chatter silently line the gibbet of the fence a little stunned, chastened enough. They look as if they’re waiting for things to grow worse, but are watching the house, as if somewhere in their dim memories they recall something about this abandoned garden that could save them. The neighbor’s dog has also learned to wake without exaggeration. And the neighbor himself has made it to his car with less noise, starting the small engine with a kind of reverence. At the window his wife witnesses this bleak tableau, blinking her eyes, silent. I fill the feeders to the top and cart them to the tree, hurrying back inside to leave the morning to these ridiculous birds, who, reminded, find the rough shelters, bow, and then feed.
Early Frost by Scott Cairn  
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