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heartofmuse · 1 year

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There are moments of intense vulnerability, moments when the missing you is so intense it takes my breath away, moments when only being wrapped in your arms will make it ok.

e.v.e.

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lilllium · 11 months

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— Planetarium, by Adrienne Rich

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27paperlilies · 4 months

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The maiden veiled in white.

Head to toe in lacy ivory white, she makes such a pretty sight.

A porcelaine dove not in flight, her wings will be clipped, before this very night.

Her slow decent down to hell and all to the beat of a mocking church bell.

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nightmareofwolf · 1 year

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#poems on tumblr #poem of the day #poets of tumblr #poets and writers #poetry blog #tumblr poets #poemsociety #goodness #kindness #spreadlove #positivevibes #inspirational #believe #motivational #encouragement #selfless #compassion #empower

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anarkali-disco-chali · 29 days

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एक उमर है जो बितानी है तेरे बगैर,

और एक लम्हा है जो गुज़ारा नहीं जाता।

#gulzar #poetry #desiblr #desi #desi tag #desi tumblr #poetic #desi aesthetic #desi academia #desi stuff #tumblr poets

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crescentdreamss · 6 months

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moon, rain, music, coffee, sunsets, novels, handwritten letters, white flowers>>>>>

#heartache #love #tumblr poets #mahmoud darwish #literature quotes #books and literature #literature #sylvia plath #heartbreak #classical academia

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jonismitchell · 4 months

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making this the last poem i post for 2023 because the closing lines feel like the thesis for this year

#none of them would have been mine #flame*#tumblr poets #tumblr poetry #poets on tumblr #spilling ink #breakup #friends to this

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poetrybyonur · 11 months

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There is a “you” shaped space between my arms where you can call your home.

This is the caption from a poem I posted a while back that I made into a stand alone.

#poets on tumblr #love quotes #love poetry #romantic poetry #love poem #romantic writer #onurtaskiran poetry #poets and writers #love #gentleman poet #in my arms #home #parentheses of my arms #poem of the day #daily poetry #daily love poem #tumblr poets #writers of tumblr #daily love quote

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soulinkpoetry · 5 days

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No one would feel this empty…

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@whispersofthepurplevalley

#daily quotes #sad quotes #Sabina Yesmin #emptiness #missing someone #poetry #thoughts #feelings #poets on tumblr #tumblr poets #poets corner

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heartofmuse · 9 months

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Let me light a fire in you, unquenchable, and form a bond between us, unbreakable. Let me delve my hands into your center and plant the seeds of surrender. Drench you in my wild love, so tender. Look into your endlessness and open the doors of shared dreams and imagination.

e.v.e.

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afyerarchive · 4 days

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Relapsing, Eclipsing and Reminiscing

I fear your return,

a terminal glistening of divinity;

I fear as the time I mourned resurfaces,

facing me face-to-face with that face of despair.

Kilometric peripherals,

an algorithm I beg to bend,

and no matter how much sunscreen I apply,

I just can't seem to leave my past.

If I could write to my past self,

I'd assure him:

the only narcissistic egomaniac

was the caricatures you'd come to know.

I can only try:

a Fahrenheit to Celsius,

a wannabe Plato,

a confused nomad as to why it's still my fault.

This eclipse was not beautiful,

it was a little script of lies, and discomfort,

to which I found

not even the sun loved me anymore.

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in-my-thinking · 3 months

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all my dreams are gone

but you don’t care

cos it makes you happy to watch me

living in this nightmare

#poets on tumblr #poem #poetry #writerscreed #original poetry #my poetry #poets of the world #love poem #tumblr poets

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ecoamerica · 15 days

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wright-words · 1 month

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love and strangeness through you , the muse must sing

so i recognize; make known again

memory is just grounding foundation not to be re-created like recreation

the past is dead and gruesome and you can't stop staring

my nose smells weird my view is skewed this thing I'm familiar but not friendly with Hello. How've you been. Good.

and I know, I've always known,

that my body is a well, drawn from but otherwise strange.

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letterstomonkey · 7 months

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I am Second

I am a hearth first and a threshold second.

I am a fire first and an Irish exit second.

I emanate warmth at first, with one foot crossing the threshold from the first posed question-

I’m gone in a second.

I didn’t know what a hearth was,

Until I knew, that blood too creates a spectacle of art upon my face,

I know a fireplace does not insinuate a warm place,

and an audience doesn’t imitate the heart-to-heart I always chase.

Artists don’t know anything, except for how to create space

To perceive and be perceived;

I am an artist second, and first

A literary receptacle, or

A candlelit canticle, or

A memory semantical; I am

A digression indigestible.

I’m fascinated by perspective, popcorn and rare pennies,

My grandma’s orange lilies, and your lack of spatial awareness around me.

I named a garden after myself, and I damned every root and bud yet to bloom to Eternal Internal suffering.

I read aloud my words, then cleanse my teeth with antifreeze,

I bake inedible pastries for the sake of constant fleeting company.

Fringe jacket sleeves depict perfectly

my fear of touching what is forbidden, not realizing until it is too late.

I love Christmas, for I specialize in giving my gifts away recklessly

Abandoning myself,

And I am at home because I know how to do something right when I am second.

I still need permission to enter a room first, I beg for mercy over every mess I make.

I keep my blinds closed, wondering how to be perceived, comfortably.

I keep my door closed, wondering

Who will be the first to leave with the best of me?

If my words are my favorite part of me, then

What am I worth when they’re working against me?

I never wanted to become wild, when

I was seeking forgiveness before permission,

I was spoken to like a child as

My seeking acceptance gave way to remission.

I’m a teacher’s pet, and I’m not sorry for that.

I love learning and I hate being my biggest distraction.

I was a teacher’s pet until they introduced me to fractions.

I wanted to be a teacher until they all

Reduced me to a distraction wearing jean shorts.

They spoke their intentions, and

Eventually I learned to savor such adult attention.

Why do we keep pretending to care about intentions?

How they litter tainted, moral principle remnants?

I still don’t know if I have ever been a good friend.

I have yet to remember not to reach for bread and butter across the dinner table

When I eat with my elbows on the table, I think of my grandmother,

how I love her without needing anything from her,

how I have come to accept people that do not accept me.

Morally obligated intentions haunt my ancestry, but lightning struck my family tree.

It ends with me.

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crescentdreamss · 10 months

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Grief is love's souvenir. It's our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world : Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof that I paid the price.

#tumblr poets #love #heartache #literature quotes #mahmoud darwish #sylvia plath #books and literature #classical academia #literature #heartbreak #grief poetry #grief

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remusisyphus · 3 months

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there is silence in this heart.

the blood flows quietly. always gets quieter.

- as if to say "i'm not here" -

it has been like that for a very long time

- but not since forever

it used to whisper at night

when the nights weren't so

hollow

when the moon wasn't so

close -

there is silence in this heart.

pure / silence.

one might consider it holy.

and yet there is someone out here waiting,

waiting for the heart to sin again.

to do this terrible thing that is living

there is someone waiting

eyes closed

ears wide open

mouth chewing back the words "come back"

again and again

chewing so hard it bleeds

- the words are so fucking crimson -

and there will be no answer

because there is only silence in this heart.

#poetry #tumblr poets #prose poem #satosugu #sterek #inspired by satosugu #teen wolf #jujutsu kaisen #inspired by sterek #inspired by jujutsu kaisen #inspired by teen wolf #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru

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