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♥️yes. #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #sanaj #toiletpaperpoetry #Repost @toiletpaperpoetry (@get_repost)
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Patience. #bepatient #happy #smile #igotyou #theuniverseknows #nobodycantakeitaway #positivevibes #love #Repost #poetsofinstagram #markanthonypoet @markanthonypoet (@get_repost)
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Ayyyyyyyyye shoutout to @floasisspokenword
for the angle!
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Open Micer, The Habitual Wordsmith T.J. Love shutting down the open mic session at The Flo Theory. #floasis #spokenword #poetry #event #venue #backtothegrind #coffeeshop #theflotheory #poets #dj #music #openmic #openmicsession #featuredpoets #riverside #inlandempire #poetsofinstagram #writersoninstagram #january (at Back To The Grind)
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It was October, and I was happy
because October is my favorite month
and it was raining
because I’m a fan of generally bad weather.
I was tired of all the hot, dry, merciless heat,
and had been counting the days for the rain
to come to town, knock on my door,
let itself in, take its shoes off and put on a kettle of tea–
chai, warm to the touch and spicy to the taste,
because it was cold outside and rain needs to be warm
sometimes, too.
I waited until the day when the rain came in,
sat down on my worn-out, blue
armchair, stretched itself out and said,
“By the way, thanks for not using an umbrella
or a hat or your hood. I know I got you wet,
but it’s nice to know that you appreciate my work,
because how insulting is it when you put all this time
into trying to hydrate the world and then people
just try to block you with umbrellas and raincoats?“ Then I said, “You’re welcome. I know
how you feel, and also, I’m a big fan of yours.” In this moment, I realized that not only
am I a fan of generally bad weather,
but that I am a hater of generally good weather, too.
Maybe that’s why the sun never comes to visit.
I was in love with the idea, not the man. And in the end, ideas stay with us longer than any man ever could.
My Heart Bleeds Poetry #39
Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities)
“I often have to remind myself that you’re not a part of my life anymore.”
- My Heart Bleeds Poetry #37
Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities)
“I often wonder … was it love that changed me, or was it heartbreak?”
My Heart Bleeds Poetry #36
Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities)
“I sometimes forget that you’re not really mine.”
- My Heart Bleeds Poetr #35
Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities)
#love #lovequotes #lovepoems #lovepoetry #liebessprüche #liebe #sprüche #spruchdestages #quotes #quotesoftheday #quotesaboutlife #instaquotes #poems #poemsporn #poemoftheday #hopelessromantic #poetry #poetryofinstagram #poetrygram #poet #poetsofinstagram #writing #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #wordporn #wordsofwisdom #wordgasm #spokenword #gedicht #gedanken
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#love #lovequotes #lovepoems #lovepoetry #liebessprüche #liebe #sprüche #spruchdestages #quotes #quotesoftheday #napoleonbonaparte #instaquotes #poems #poemsporn #poemoftheday #poemsofinstagram #poetry #poetryofinstagram #poetrygram #poet #poetsofinstagram #writing #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #wordporn #wordsofwisdom #wordgasm #spokenword #gedicht #gedanken
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do you think the process of metamorphosis hurts ? does the transforming creature inside the pupa understand whats happening to it ? do you think theyre scared ? do you think theyre afraid ?
this is so metal and most would call this poetry but reasonably i know from being on this hellsite long enough that you’re just gay and really into bugs
My sister had her last baby today. She waited the whole nine months to find out the gender, much to my mother’s dismay. I bought her baby clothes that were grays and blues and greens, not caring about who it would be. Love can always be felt for others, even at nine months away.
As a half-assed writer, I have to think about my sister when she had my niece 8 years ago. She was living in our parents house and dealing with the awful reality of a man that wasn’t ready to be a father, and parents that still weren’t ready to be parents. I remember being 13 and so afraid for her, going to the library at lunch and reading up on affordable housing and food stamps and child birth. I wrote her thousands of notes with words of encouragement before she went to work everyday. It was always like that between she and I, taking care of each other in our own ways.
Our mother was checked out back then, so my sister made it her own job. She taught me how to tie my shoes and make myself breakfast. She showed me how style my hair and my favorite Maroon 5 songs. She was rebellious and I wanted to be her so badly. The “I love you’s” came easy. We were each other’s first example of unconditional love.
I’m 22 now and she’s 30. We’ve grown up in separate ways and things aren’t as black and white as they used to be. She’s got her own little family and a peace about her that’s unfamiliar. I’m just starting to figure out my own worth and place in this universe. A few months back, she told me that she knew she wanted to be a mom when I was born. She said that I always told her that she was special and that she was beautiful, and even on the bad days, she kept going for me and our other siblings. I’d never known that until now.
My sister had her last baby today. I feel complete in knowing that I was her first.
to Alyssa, the best mom I’ve known // hnl 2020
Oh, it never mattered to me anyway
don’t cry me a river
just to wash me down the drain
notthing mattered, nothing earned or gained
everything to lose on a hot summer day
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maybe it’s time to let go
of what wasn’t meant to stay
girl on fire, whispers the universe
you’re gonna light up rooms with your smile
everything mattered,
every blood stain
every masarca trail down your face
there’s no better place, I’d like to imagine
spit out the bitter taste
at least it happened
poetry on the front porch step // hnl 2020
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Inktober 01: the central question.
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#inktober #inktober2020 #poem #tide #abyss #ocean #dive #deep #horseshoecrab #graphicart #graphicdesign #dailyart #digitalart #illustration #digitalillustration #artistoninstagram #poetsofinstagram #eldritch #eldritchtree #tree #eldritchtreeprints #phillyartist #queerartist #queerart #philadelphia #meditation #contemplation (at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)
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The Beatitudes of Unrest.
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#beatitudes #unrest #uprising #blm #blacklivesmatter #prayer #meditation #contemplation #motivation #motivationalquotes #protest #graphicart #graphicdesign #eldritch #eldritchtree #eldritchtreeprints #philadelphia #phillyartist #gayartist #queerartist #mantra #artistoninstagram #poetsofinstagram #writing #writersofinstagram (at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)
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A contemplation.
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#poem #poetry #contemplation #meditation #grief #death #loss #spring #perennials #quarantine #isolation #path #flowers #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #poetrycommunity #eldritch #tree #eldritchtree #eldritchtreeprints #phillyartist #philadelphia #queerartist #queerpoetry (at Havertown, Pennsylvania)
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My first poetry book release from a collection of poems 2016-2019. About reflection of my home and leaving to try to create my own.
The video is a form of reiki for those suffering at this time ♥️love and healing
I love my fans. I have the best fans from around the world Thank you for ordering my best-selling book Love Poems to No One and sending in this beautiful picture! Love the Beauty and the Beast globe with my book… Much love to you in Michigan ❤️
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@n.r.hart is a poet I discovered on here. I fell in love with her poems so much I had to buy one of her books. Her poems are full of fire and passion, and you can feel the raw emotion in them. I loved this book so much and can’t wait to read more poems by N.R. Hart.
Love Poems to No One A beautiful rose floral hard cover in black. “This is a voice for the lost loves, the found loves, the silent loves, the unrequited loves and the lonely hearts. These love poems are to no one. These love poems are to you.”
This is a trilogy series. Book 2- Beauty and her Beast , Book 3 - The Last of the Romantics just released! ✨ Pick up your copy today. You will want the set! @mondaycreekpublishing
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“Predator”
I gave you my world
You threw me away
You were a special kind of girl
I was the news of yesterday
I became your prey
You went in for the kill
Prescribed the wrong medicine
And you were the pills
~JR
I would rather be alone than dragged down
with this collapsing illusion of love.
- [i.r.] // [05.20.22.]
With tear stains and white lies
You’re fumbling your alibis.
- [i.r.] // [05.06.22.]
No one taught you how to be wrong.
So you always expected to be right.
Can I really blame you for something
you were never capable of?
- [i.r.] // [04.27.22.]
We sit across from one another, on the floor with our legs crossed
as if mirroring the way we acted as children could bring back our innocence.
A partially filled bottle of liquor is the only thing separating us.
It would be such a simple action to close the space
that is keeping me from your touch.
Everytime you breathe the scent of alcohol turns
my stomach, making it difficult to look at you.
Your voice is slurred almost beyond recognition as you tell me
that you do not think you could ever believe in love.
My heart becomes the heaviest thing in the room
as tears burn the corners of my eyes.
I unintentionally pull away at the sound of your words,
looking widely around for anything that is not you.
My lungs burn without oxygen as my chest painfully constricts and
I cannot force the breath from my lips much less words.
And my mind desperately searches for an
explanation to how we ended up like this.
Your hand quivers as you reach for the bottle your glossy eyes shining
with an eerie determination and I cannot do anything
but choke on any attempt to stop you.
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[02.23.22.]
“Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for a hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above
Enjoy such liberty.” - Richard Lovelace, “To Althea, From Prison’, 1642
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Social distancing and self-isolation is not easy, especially if you don’t have much space. But we mustn’t allow the walls that surround us to become prisons and barriers to our minds and souls. Solidarity to those feeling the pressure and to those caring for others. Things are pretty grim still, but there are always candles in the darkness and for everyone keeping hope alive, we thank you.
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Richard Lovelace (1617-57) was an English poet and Cavalier army officer during the English Civil Wars. John Aubrey and Anthony Wood, both diarists of the age, described Lovelace as one of the most beautiful gentlemen they had ever met. In 1641, he led a group of men to seize and destroy a petition for the abolition of bishops, which had been signed by 15,000 people. The following year he presented the House of Commons with a pro-Royalist petition which was supposed to have been burned. These actions resulted in Lovelace’s first imprisonment, when he wrote "To Althea, From Prison”.
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“Have you looked at this world?” she parried. Her demeanor was calm. Her question, rhetorical. Her gaze, fixed upon the forever expanding horizon that lay infinitely out there before us. As impressive as I knew the landscape to be, for whatever reason just then, I could not take my eyes off her. And with the slightest hint of a wry grin, she smiled through her answer. “I romanticize to stay alive.”
- d.c.
“Unraveled” - new poem I’ve been working on. #poetsofinstagram #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #quarantinelife
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Unraveled - new poem I’ve been working on. #poetsofinstagram #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #quarantinelife
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i wish it worked like that..
