The Sight Of Stars Makes Me Dream

This is sort of my creative outlet while I do a soul suckingly boring degree at uni. Always looking for more poetry blogs to follow :)

[awildchase]

[madgirlf]

“I cling to everything - CDs that skip, rings that turn my fingers green, the dead ends of my hair, old love notes that turn my stomach over and over. And I’m not proud but there are still boxes under my bed. And I’m not proud but my closet is still running out of space. And nostalgia is a fucking waste of time but my heart is full with it. Tell me I won’t hold this forever. Tell me there will be a day where I let gloriously go.”

— Fortesa Latifi - Hold This

[carvedvoice]

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

“My tongue ruins all the things that it cannot taste.”

— 10 for the breathless

[redrivergirl]

“On nights like tonight I open the curtains wide to greet the midnight moon. When the wind howls, I harmonize. I lean into it with a careless swoon. I befriend the things that used to haunt me.”

—

[lifeinpoetry]

“At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this? / And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all this?”

— Ilya Kaminsky, from “A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck,” Deaf Republic

[lifeinpoetry]

But there is something that happens when you are told you are Too Much You begin to ask everyone, how small would you like me?

— Mary Lambert, from “You Are with the Wrong Person,” Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across

[mikefrawley]

Love Enough to Love

We love to hate we love to forget and do oh so many things we know we’ll soon enough regret We love that race we love the push and shove yet I’ll wonder to my dying day will we ever love enough to love

[poetbitesback]

REGROWTH

I am sorry for the way the days  have gone heavy for the way I  have let myself put on  a weight  that pulled me down from the sky  over & over & over again a continuous rain  for these days where names  are not enough// but spring is here  a season I have always called my own and a blooming  has taken me by surprise  an opening to rediscover  all that once made me happy  but I let fall away  with the sky with the constant rain with all the time  I feel I am losing//  teach me to be myself again to sign everything with my full name and hold no shame// remember me as I was as I am trying to be once again- beautiful & inspiring & full of life, words, light, more words// I don’t know where the poetry went, but here I am  spread bare like a new bloom willing to find it again

- REGROWTH, Olivia Larson // 3/18/2019

[madelinescatharsis]

how do you fall out of love?

is it like climbing out of a crater with a rope

or like inching your way through your favourite dessert

when your stomach’s ready to burst?

does it feel like crawling in a pungent sewer

craving to see the light of day and the smell

of freshly mown grass

or like hesitantly pressing pause on your

favourite love song because you

simply don’t feel it anymore?

does falling out of love feel like

seeing clearly again, as if the fog has

suddenly dissipated, uncovering cruel reality

or does it feel like drowning in the same sea

you would once float endlessly in?

does it feel like swallowing ice cubes and 

feeling comfortably numb 

or falling to the ground in the middle of a marathon,

heart racing, lungs burning,

realizing you’re not meant for the long run?

do you simply wake up one morning, 

read the newspaper 

and decide to turn off the love switch

or does it take incessant effort

like maintaining a new year’s resolution

or breaking a bad habit?

because you seem to have

mastered the very skill

while i lie here, shackled to your love

wondering,

were you even really in love

if you can simply fall out of it?

.

.

// once upon a time i was falling in love, now i’m only falling apart. nothing to say, total eclipse of the heart //

[taralovepoetry]

I’ve fallen in love with The way that leaves tumble The music of thunderstorms How the earth rumbles

With infinite Space’s Ocean of lights Twinkling through ribbons of smoke After late nights

With the strange silence that follows 12 am trains With careless memories Of dancing as it rains.

[justscribbledwords]

i thought   i was in love with you but what it was was just another form of self-harm

[i-wrotethisforme]

People come and go and people stay and leave, just like people tell the truth and people make believe.

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

“A watched poet never writes.”

— misquoted proverbs by r.p.

[jacquelinemariebrown]

Somewhere in the blue 🌎

[lilithnoah]

what to do on valentine’s day

look into the mirror

to tell yourself

“i love you“

and mean it

then take a hot bubble bath

rose scented

take care of yourself

because the love that counts most

is the love you give yourself

// @0wordplay

[theheightofdepression]

Lemon Tree

You sit on my balcony and stare at me

My wonderful exotic lemon tree -

I dug up your roots and took you from the sun

Only to put you in a pot where you would surely rot -

But I liked the way you made me feel

The colour of your shade, leaves rustling in the breeze -

I thought that you could shield me from the cold

But you wilted and shrivelled under my icy glare -

Why did I steal your home just to leave you out there?

I wish I could put you back where you belong

Forgive me, my beautiful lemon tree -

I know I was wrong.