#poemsforher

[eliasthepoet]

Who is your shelter? Give the person you love an extra long hug today, even if that person is yourself. (Especially if that person is yourself.) 🫶🏻 #EliasThePoet

[poeticrae]

Finally I wrote this for you

It's a bit of a storm but it's not so blue...

Ghastly is the sound of my tone

Addressing you

Hideous is the appeal of my reflection

The locution of a dying creature

My entire existence is having a seizure

And my hands these palms can't let go

They just keep pressing on to my face...

Raynolds in the far south he prays

That his days be less gloom and more gay

A fractured mind and hopeless sensations

His misery exalts all the way to the 9th cloud

Meaningless batter-have days gone by

As if sailing a paper boat above rain

I've wondered for a time now

Ever since I started writing this

Was this supposed to be

A love poem?

[poetjonnyox]

One kiss from your lips is enough to praise God a thousand times. -Jonny Ox #praise #poetrylovers #kiss #kissing #firstkiss #jonnyox #thousandtimes #thankGod #poemsforher #howaboutit https://www.instagram.com/p/CeBd3FYOkeL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kafkaesquebibliomaniac]

Meaningfully Lonely:

I get so lonely that I claw

Your initials in the wall

I tire but my fingers hunger

To conjure up your presence

Substantial or trivial, so

I claw. They are clawed.

My eyes follow the patterns on the wall

I focus, I gaze, I tear in between them

Then I crawl and jump into the letters.

They circle and encircle me,

They wrap me in their significance,

I am thus still lonely but meaningful.

@kafkaesquebibliomaniac

(Artwork by Mourteza Katouzian.)

[stillgrowingwildflowers]

from my first poetry book, Still Growing Wildlfowers

[darkopheliapages]

Bewildering Piece Of Art

Her lips taste of cinnamon sugar

And her cheeks of caramel.

Her hair smells of lilacs in spring

And her breath of roses.

Her skin feels like rich silk

And her fingertips of buttercream.

Her eyes depict the deep ocean

And her smile the warmth of the Sun.

She is as the poets say

A bewildering piece of art.

- @darkopheliapages

[highonstarlight]

Walking under the moonlight with your steps echoing around me while the moonlight reflects off and you are telling me about your obsession with the twin flame theory and how you think it is real and that your twin flame exists.

At that precise moment I felt your existence matter not physically but emotionally, I felt your heartbeat in rhythm with mine, I felt my soul being attracted to you, I realize that I am conscious of my insecurities being challenged when I am with you, I feel my wounds healing in your presence.

And right now when you were telling me about it I looked at you astonished “you.. you are...”

“Yes I am and now if you were wondering why I always returned back to you, you know the reason.”

Everything made sense now and I realized that you are the only person I will love platonically and romantically and no matter what, you will be the only one that I will be fond of.

So for the first time in these 7 years i whispered “I love you”

He gasped and I giggled and we wandered around the city streets

-his mirror soul

[fortheloveofpoetry]

How does one even describe what it is to be a woman to those who don’t understand? How, in a time like now, when we continue to be targeted & made to feel like victims even by those sworn to protect us, do we remain strong? How do we keep fighting when our hearts are so heavy with the knowledge of all the hate & pressure continuously shoved onto us? I dont know the answer. But I know that we need each other. I know that we reach for one another when the sky is heavy & we tirelessly search the night for those we are scared to lose in the darkness. This week I am heavy. Weighted down by anxiety & lack of hope. I am wondering the streets of my mind too fearful to wonder the streets outside, searching for ways to become & share light. Some of my thoughts are poems, some are songs, some are howls. I have been asked to share them with you this weekend at a live event hosted by Redbridge Libraries. I want to hold & be held. I want to sit in a circle with people I love & cry. I want to feel your breath & hands & heartbeats... But while none of that is yet possible, I will settle for wanting to see your faces in tiny boxes on my laptop screen & knowing that, for a moment, I am not alone. If you want that too, I look forward to sharing space with you this Friday night. The event is free. Lots of love, Bella ❤️ #womenshistorymonth2021 #poetryperformance #poemsforher (at Zoom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMhLtMdjfmj/?igshid=1n3gwzz5kd6oe