I belong to a
hesternal place
where there's
no place to stay.
I keep going back
only to come back homeless.
©unloved_poetries
unloved_poetries
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If only sunsets
could be warm
enough to
evaporate my
tears before
I see them fall...
©unloved_poetries -
unloved_poetries 1w
When I was gone the other night, to bury the daffodils I once planted;
And collect little pieces of broken heart with which I once loved;
I hope you noticed the gloom in the world when the world wasn't the same without your love.
When there was happy noises around but the ones to reach your ears were only the sad ones, I wanted you to know that its not because you are cold hearted but its because you were made of sadness.
I, another soul, so full of sadness, somehow wanted to make you happy.
And even though two wrongs don't make a right, two hands sharing the same weight can make it a little alright.
There was a thin line of destiny that read 'To be parted when most in love'.
And parted we are today, too pale to laugh.©unloved_poetries
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I was looking through the glass window.
Hazy. Winters afterall.
A silhouette stood outside.
Sad, head drooping low.
I knew who it was.
You.
Two long swipes with my palm and I could see clear.
Nothing.
Only a world standing still.
As still as death.
I knew what it was. A hallucination.
Of you.
©unloved_poetries -
Sixty thousand thoughts in six minutes.
Closures are needed without any need.
©unloved_poetries -
Smear bitter winter
on a tepid autumn
and you'll know
the taste of
an incomplete love
that's neither flowing
nor frozen.
©unloved_poetries -
unloved_poetries 8w
I want you to make me the 11:11 wish of a 31st December because you miss me.
I will stay with you till 12:01 am and tell you about the withering garden of love I'm keeping in my heart and sing you a midnight song that reminds you about us. I'll tell you about all the empty nights of the year that passed and how much afraid I am to face the nights of the year to come.
I won't stay with you for long. I promise. But just this brief moment, when its neither the previous year nor the next, I want you to remember that 'we' exist together even when 'we' aren't together. And when everything is in transition, we are permanent; atleast our memories are. And that's our forever.
In this withering garden of love, you are the only trespasser I am willing to give a shelter.
You have always been my 11:59 wish of a 31st December. You smile there, kiss me soft, apologise and disappear in the 12 am of a 1st January.
And just like that, another year passes when I meet you and let you go in the moment of a forever.
'Because a year lies between one minute of two days of two months'.Last day of a year and first day of another year are only the same day.
©unloved_poetries -
unloved_poetries 9w
I know we aren't together anymore.
But some nights, your memories burn down my house of peace I'm striving to build everyday. I know its impossible, forbidden. But I long for you.
There was this shirt heavy with your fragrance I found in my closet. And I kept it a secret to myself. Afterall, what else have you ever given me.
I decide to keep it. Unwashed, tucked away neatly, I preferred to preserve it.
Some nights I hallucinate about a warm hug while being enveloped in the cold winter wind. Some days I hallucinate about being in love while being broken because of love.
I wish I could keep you. The way sky keeps the moon.
I wish I could accept letting you go. The way sky accepts the fall of stars.
I'm upset. I could do none.
So many days have passed and I can feel every essence fading. But I don't know why, I haven't seen anything disappearing totally; lately.
I wish you could promise me before going that I could still be the same person when the world keeps changing.©unloved_poetries
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unloved_poetries 11w
I know you cried over all the little things the world didn't consider important enough.
And that's where lies the most beautiful part of you.
It shows how fragile yet compassionate you are.
It shows how much of a human you are.
©unloved_poetries -
unloved_poetries 11w
One day while searching for a warm breath
in the midst of cold wind
And a beating heart in the corners of a lonely house,
You'll start missing the people you shouldn't have left in the first place.
©unloved_poetries
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starrdust 2d
Every night,
stars sing me a lullaby to sleep,
Oblivious to their language,
I stay up all night
reveling in the beauty of their love song.
©starrdust -
barefoot 4d
Mis placed
your
Self amidst the
chaos and
noise and to-do lists
and
expectations?
Stop a
moment.
I mean it. Just a moment,
breathe with me.
take my hand. And just breathe.
Don't try to make your
breath
a labour , guide it in gently.
Observe it.
Feel it.
Do you sense
how something that was so
Intangible till now
seems like a
piece of the universe you can
Make tangible just by
your mere awareness?
Do you see how powerful
This gentle
awareness of yours is?
The noise of the world still
Heavy on your bones ?
Don't try to make it into anything
else for the time being....
Let it roam your body but
don't let it constrict your
Perception of yourself....
Let it be then let it go, ever so gently.
You won't lose much , trust me,
Now,
Move a little closer .
and
Just be.
Yes,
You heard it right .
Just be.
I really don't have any demands
Or questions or accusations
To direct at you.
None at all. Just be.
A little more at ease
Within your
Body?
Within your mind?
Not yet?
Close your eyes.
And let the darkness behind your
Eyelids soothe the
scars left on you by
Your every day battles.
And smile.
I know it is naive.
But I do mean it , smile.
claim your joy
back from the
Clutches of the daily commotion
And paint your
Heart with it. Gently , carefully, lovingly
revive the beating child you call your heart
And ever so softly,
Tell her that it matters,
Her heartbeat,
Even amidst all this noise you endure,
And tell her with
Conviction that you
really are grateful that she , your heart
has learnt to keep you
Safe
Even without you teaching her how to.
Now,
Take a deep breath ,
And
Walk back into the world , this
Time , knowing that
you may
misplace
Your self , we all do,
But you
can never truly lose it ,
For, though
Temporarily overshadowed
By the noise of the world,
Within your own heart
It resides ,
Safe
And
Untainted
//" It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world" - Mary Oliver //
@writersnetwork @mirakee©barefoot
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artemiswrites 1d
White doves are perhaps the most widely known symbol of Peace.
@writersnetwork #symbol #writersnetwork #mirakee @mirakee #podWhen the white dove sailed through
(like a long awaited love letter that had got lost in a storm, and had now been found)
the vast open doorways of my home
where barbed wire had, once been let to
grow like ivy and where iron bars kept
even the Sun and Moon out;
(Things that had finally been torn down
after a long hard fight)
It brought light and birdsong to rooms
hitherto untouched by these elements of
Paradise;
These rooms, once dark, now play gracious
hosts to Love, Laughter and Contentment.
©artemiswrites -
soulvish 9w
#picturec #writersbay @writersbay
Thank you for the ❤️ @writersnetwork
Alas ! we escaped from the eerie world ,
Just to find a secluded corner of ours .
Where the starry night became our mistletoe ,
As we kissed , while our shame was put behind the bars .
Our love was on fire , still he added some fuel .
As he whispered ,
You're my raison d'etre and I your latibule .
©soulvishYou're my raison d'etre and I your latibule !
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But the feeling of dark smokes
Of quiet death of self,
Never burned out;
Danced in blazing flames.
©zayanacullen -
Never until today
"missing someone I haven't met,"
made sense. -
Twenty Letters scattered and wrapped with lovely blues, lie outside my door. I've been trying to read them as i try to read the stars that erect to form constellations in the night sky.
But they are mysterious. Mysterious and abstruse like those exquisite dreams that are found deep within the ocean of slumber.
No matter how much i try, The door to those exotic letters seem to be closed for eternity.
And I know myself, My soul will always seek those hidden words but I'll hold my scrutiny when I'm around you but abandon it in solace.
So for now, I'll plait my thoughts in my tainted wooden closet so that when i wake up again, I may forget that those letters even exist.
©hafeezhmha -
What can be broken still can be same? NOTHING!
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amsterdam 3d
the rhythm of the falling rain
woke me up from my daydream,
I look out of the window
and watch raindrops fall from the sky.
pitter, patter,
pitter, patter
down they go,
to rooftops of old and quite new,
on leaves of trees and flowers too,
they glide and slide to the ground they go.
what a delightful sight it was to see,
as memories of childhood smiles
flash before me,
how I'd merrily play under the rain,
when November comes like a happy dream.
©amsterdam
02.23.21
#nurseryrhyme or i don't know ;).
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fireblast_ 3w
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