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maihonhassan · 2 months
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Kabhi Ae Haqiqat-e-Muntazir! Nazar Aa Libas-e-Majaz Mein
Ke Hazar Sajde Tarap Rahe Hain Meri Jabeen-e-Niaz Mein
For once, O awaited Reality, reveal Yourself in a form material, For a thousand prostrations are quivering eagerly in my submissive brow. - Allama Iqbal
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scriptgoyal · 2 months
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Sometimes it feels so peaceful to live on simple things—just two sets of attire, a book, a pen, a backpack, a pair of shoes, and your wired earphones—to avoid the world.🎈
8 Mar'24
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magdamateo · 8 months
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vyankarak · 10 months
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My mother told me I walk like my father
My voice sweet like his hums of blue hour
His furrows of brows resemble mine
I might have took over his cowardice
Oh, mother, but I have your eyes
Even in Rage, I would not hurt a fly
My rage is not tinted red but blue
I sterilize my hands with my own blood
The blood in me has hurt you
But you wont look me with adore
I know you hate because I am a piece
Of the anti-lord
You won't hold me because I murdered your dreams
I conquer the world everyday, only to cry myself to sleep
Oh mother, my sincere apologies
I am on my knees, please look at me
I am a sinner of the sinners
I am aware, this one time, let me sin
I am greedy, Oh mother I plead
Please love me.
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skyeblustuff · 4 months
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perception- vexations and yearnings
my mind screams words-
weeps acrylic,
bleeds ink,
and all the capillaries are overflowing with lead.
poetry, prose, tales and laments…
i am yet to perceive the true meaning of such words;
and how they have become a part of me
but I will not yield from unleashing
the vexed parts of me that reside alongside
the yearnings and benevolence.
_skye
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annlillyjose · 10 months
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chapbook update – redeemed by ransom
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this user is obsessed with their book and is dealing with separation anxiety with her characters, so she wrote something else with them – a chapbook!
when @coffeeandcalligraphy did this, i knew it was something i’d love to do, too, so i gave it a go. the plan was to write it before finishing dairy whiskey (as an exercise to help with the book) but when does anything ever go by plan?
i wrote this last night in a span of two hours. there’s five poems in this and i’m so proud of them all!
i loved writing it, so you all get to read it, too! i’ll leave a link at the end of this for ya’ll to download the book for free (and the link to my paypal if you’d like to support a struggling artist, but no pressure ofc).
but before all that, here we go – the five poems in this book, under the cut.
children with expiry dates
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this poem reads as an instruction manual to mariam. it’s both empathetic and hateful, it’s a confusing blend of emotions. “chandeliers are for non-believers”, the poem opens, and goes on for two pages.
litany in which certain tomorrows are promised – after richard siken
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the longest poem in the book, running a total of fifty lines, talks about the central relationships that dinah maintains with people. talks about religious and childhood trauma, but ends with a sort of hope/consolation.
map of a mother
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a poem that lists out the specifics of dinah’s memory of her mother – what she thinks about, what she feels, and what she willingly forgets.
holding rain
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talks about another world or life, a sort of euphoria, where dinah has a simple and tender relationship with ephron, totally unlike the dynamics they share in the story.
it is okay to hold hands / it is okay to taste lips
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a tribute to the most beautiful couple i’ve written (till date), this poem is all about dinah and austin. it’s beautiful, it’s tender, it’s promising, and it’s intimate.
so, that’s it with the poems. if you’d like to read this book, you can download a free copy here!
if you'd like to support my work, you can donate on paypal. i am super grateful for any and all contributions, but again, there's no pressure. you can always just read the book for free and let me know what you think.
looking forward to hearing from you. hope you enjoy reading my poems!
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slut4poets · 14 days
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Darling, can you hear me scream?
I want you here with me
come
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machiavellian-sinner · 11 months
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Philosophy shows us how to think, music shows us how to love, and poetry shows us how to live.
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authorkeithmack · 1 year
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A book of poetic expressions to touch others and inspire them. After the Rain brings forth life’s colors through verses, rhymes, photographs and more. Visit keithmackbooks.com
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the-sound-ofrain · 1 month
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world poetry day is here. tag the best poets you know, to let them know you've been their loyal readers.
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scriptgoyal · 3 days
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How do people over here find someone to love and be loved? I don't even find someone whom I can trust.
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magdamateo · 8 months
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izzyswritingdream · 2 years
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Introduction
Hi! I’m Izzy. I’m new to writerblr.
I write poetry, fiction, mostly romance stories.
I sometimes will write things from an autistic perspective.
I have published one poetry book, A Love For The Ages.
If anyone is interested in buying my book, please message me. I will send you the name of the website.
I look forward to talking to y’all!
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vyankarak · 10 months
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चयन।
मै हर पहर यूं उपद्र सा, दर्पण समक्ष खड़ा होता हु
जो परछाई मुझसे मुंह फेर लेती है
भरी सभा में
उसे मै अपने पूरे बाल से जकड़े अपने भीत छिपाने की
इच्छा को ज्वलित रखता हूं
मै सबका, पर मै ना किसका
ओह प्रिय, मै बस स्वयं का,
ना तो मैं संत, नही पवित्र गंगा मैया सा,
मै हु सुपूत तिमिर वह तिरस्कार का
मैं पापी हूं, मानो साक्षात कली सा
निहारूं उस दरपण पर अपनी प्रीतिबिंब को
क्या हु मै जो मै हूं उसमे दिखता?
मै कौन हूं? मै स्वयं के सागर में हर क्षण अस्त होता
मै तामसी, मै, एक व्यर्थ सा धरा का अंश,
मै स्वार्थी, स्वयमासती मै कहलाता।
क्षोभ है मिलने आती मुझसे हर सप्ताह,
मै लिपटा उसमे, अपने पाप त्यागता
मैला हूं, और कीचड़ में हर दिवस स्नान हु करता,
मोह से मोक्ष, या मोक्ष से मोह है मुझे,
मै हूं खुद में एक विडंबना सा,
स्वामी जग का, किंतु जग का ना प्रिया
स्वामी लोभ का, दास किंतु अणु सी बाधक का।
(पर its okay dawg, we ball.)
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skyeblustuff · 5 months
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No.
i will never show you my heart;
because I feel it is disgustingly beautiful and pure.
so, it is hidden somewhere where you can never reach
how much ever you try to rack your intellect to decipher it.
don’t dare to find my heart
for it bleeds ink, glitter and sunsets
my heart coaxes thunderstorms
and my heart has scars from skinned knees and papercuts
my heart makes its own worlds
so don’t go seeking for it
because you’re not welcome
and if you do find it
don’t look at it
don’t call it pretty
because you’re not allowed to
because I did not choose the way my heart should be aligned
and neither will I let somebody else do so
don’t touch it
because it will burn up
and from its ashes, will rise something
that terrifies me.
_skye
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