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soulinkpoetry · 6 months
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“Matters of the soul should not be questioned, those are made to be felt with eyes closed.” @esuemmanuel
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cosmicbirch8 · 1 month
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Beloved Sun of My Heart, 
on you I rest my sacred 
stars and warm my soul 
until the soft moon of dreams 
sings love awakening 
the white of the breath of 
my life that unites 
with your goldenness. 
You dress me in clouds 
and in sunflower smiles 
while my hair shines 
as you kiss my forehead.
My skin glows and blooms 
beneath the light of your 
gaze while my wings glisten 
as the wind of the angel sighs 
of your eyes make them 
flutter until I float high 
before you as that sparkle 
that never ceases to shimmer. 
I wrap you, my sun,
in the rainbow sea of my hair 
to build you a nest 
of softness from the warmth 
instilled in me for you to 
rest your head on my chest 
as my heart secretly 
whispers a sunflower
lullaby to you in that 
twilight of charmed silence
where purity sleeps and 
understanding gleams in 
the misty veil of our haven 
right next to the preciousness 
of those colors that dance 
surrounding us in the 
tenderness of their desire 
to be near the magic 
that is you and me that
blushes the sky that
holds our infinite dreams. 
There,my dear, I eternally
hug all that you are 
gently with the blessing
of all the love of the 
universe that is me.
-J.Wool,Sunflower Lullaby
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queenofdarkmess · 2 months
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my thoughts lay scattered around my room by day
and i delicately pick them up by night
organizing them into tastefully decorated shelves
in my soul's cabinet
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coldwalter · 11 months
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Wisps of cloud float by
Chattering birds fill the old tree
The sound of silence
Don't listen to words
That mindlessly rush from mouths
But to what lies within
Hear the unsaid pain
The longing and hope unvoiced
The quiet truth there
Listen past the noise
Of voices that clamor for worth
Into patient hearts
The still small voice speaks
More wisdom than empty claims
If you'll hear with care.
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#listendeeply #hearbeyondwords #listentofeast #silent-wisdom #stillnessspeaks
#soundofsilence #haikusilence #quietpoem #poemoftheunsaid #listennothearse
#haibun #haikupoetry #haikuspirit #sp #wordlesswisdom #wordsspirit
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someprouphet · 2 months
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Far on the waning shores of faith, i stand wearing my doubts, honing them like my second skin. I walk, He runs - towards or away from one another, that I don’t know.
@someprouphet
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fromgisselle · 1 year
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You found my whispers
of love scribbled in the catacombs
where my light no longer reaches
traced in cursive and kisses
I’ve been waiting for you
Gisselle
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mrsdarcyesquire · 11 months
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Listen, I want to write poetry.
But all I end up writing away ,
is my pain and trauma.
Isn't poetry trauma?
Trauma is poetry ✨️
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audriwrites · 1 year
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I see how
You protect me
Shielding me
From scrutiny
By managing
Your insecurities
Indirectly
I
Reap the benefit from
Unspoken
Unacknowledged
Love
I see you…
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praecantatrixxxxiii · 5 months
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You May Also Need Some Lines
You may also need some lines everything is a symbol holding the pen is weird now the song talks to me or about me i can´t think of anything to write like i have no thoughts the song says new things my skin is so soft i like rhymes. no! i love rhymes time is the jail, escape i am here now my writing is different like this why won´t you speak to me? what is so beautiful? i am not afraid of you anymore i can dance with you and against you. we don´t have to choose right now inner speech don´t stop new page, new things time is just a word everything is a name my hand feels odd holding this pen but i want to write my hand is a giant my head too heavy resting on my fist check the time shut up check the time you changed your writing this pen feels weird life feels weird where am i? where is that? bound here with you free from above and eternity in between thank you for the music, is all i have to say and for the headaches and the poems intrusive voice, only voice a billion voices and the one i love i want to be you i want to be against you i feel bad for you no mystery, no stupidity wondering is such a wonderful thing my ears pop my brain is swell i reach the peak and i live i will make dinner now what should we make? not all poets live on coffee and cigarettes.
You May Also Need Some Lines (praecantatrix-xxxiii.ghost.io)
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sincerelyalyxpoetry · 2 years
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If I’m the villain in your recount
because I found the courage to
stand up for myself, then so be it.
For it says more about your character
than what it says about mine.
- s.a
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philourang · 2 years
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Lights
Dark and gray cold and trembling. Silent raindrops start to fall, like waterfalls I blink to grasp the shivering news of an unprecedented goodbye. We rise and get down just as day and night, announcing new beginnigs and ends alike. Dreams that get interrupted at dawn by a mysterious and familiar substance running through my eyes without end, following my heartbeats as I try to calm myself through every breath that transforms into a strive, one to chase new lights and exit all these clouds. I skim towards hope and faith praying for a new day, a new chance, where I don’t get lost again...
—Angello R. (As a escape from reality I write today...)
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cosmicbirch8 · 5 months
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I love you to look at me...
I love to talk to you with my eyes,
with my smile,
with that glow of my soul
that is warmth in my chest
and that becomes yours too
when you embrace me.
I love to look at you...
I love to feel that you enter through my retinas
like a warm and soft light
that does not blind, but illuminates
every cell of my eyes,
making me able to see,
not only the divinity that you are
and carry in your breast,
but to see me
as the perennial beat
that makes your heart dance.
I love you to see and feel
what you are for me,
that you see yourself reflected in the pure mirror
of my eyes and of my heart...
I love your being entirely
and entirely you throb in me.
I love to be the electric spark
that causes your heart to beat,
the blood that pumps
through your veins,
the air you breathe
and cleanses your lungs,
nourishing you with life and health...
I love to be the intention of your voice,
the warmth of your tongue,
the taste of your taste buds,
the sincere word;
the effect and the reason of your love.
The sublime peace that crowns me
knowing that I am well loved,
the endless gratitude that beautifies life by having you with me,
the joy of knowing that I am the happiest
and satisfied of women
to have the blessing of your love,
the endless fullness that is to feel you in me.
It is that love that is the father of your peace,
which is mine...
And so, as I crown you with the joy
of knowing you are loved,
I am satisfied to be the knight
who carries in his hands the ring
of this love,
for what you carry in your bosom,
I carry in my heart as well.
I am so much yours
that my soul has become your name
and my spirit prays at your feet.
With all the passion
that my blood can feel
I have given myself to this union
that can never die.
The truth that you speak
resonates in my being and is kept
where the eternal is in me
as much mine as yours already.
I have given you everything,
joyfully, in all freedom,
I have surrendered myself to this love
so blessed and sublime.
Your prayer unites with mine
and to heaven they fly like incense
that the angels smile
as they feel their wings perfumed.
What a sweet surrender so total!
That there is no death,
only life that beats eternity.
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— E.V.E & Esu Emmanuel©
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ombrellaa · 1 year
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anya-moon · 1 year
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Shady wood * queer love poem * hermit edition
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Recently I started listening to folk\country music in almost threatening quantity. Absolutely inspired with *Shady Grove*, I created my version of lyrics, adding some Siberian flavour and craziness to that, for sure.
Shady Wood, my true love, Shady Wood, my darling,
no one has those hands of care, deepest eyes and open heart. I'll come to her to marry, late in autumn, frosty path. evening star will witness our vows, my true love. Shady Wood, my only mistress, I'll come to shady grove, roses blue and singing simple, fingers crossed and heavy boots. I'll come and tell her all my hopes and all my dreams, my desires which are hidden deep beneath old willow tree. sun in branches, autumn sweetness, herbs in meadows, dry and calm, fire smoke and mountain coldness, stitched with fears cherry bloom, heavy arms and silent evening, and one day with crows' delight go and rest in reddish cradle deep in her entangled arms. Shady Wood, my darling baby, I'll stay with her all night, she'll take my gods and freedoms, all what cherish human eyes. I'll go through broken branches, stones are cold and night is right, my sweet love's heart in cold waters, tiny flowers, crows' cry. Shady Wood, my honey baby, all your kisses - northern stars. Someone came to dance and fiddle, someone came to walk through night, I'm here, came to marry Shady Wood, my darling wife.
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