#poetrycafe

[putah-creek]

If your plate is empty, bring it to me, and I will fill it. Should you be cold, I will light the fire. When the day is hard and heavy, return to me here. I will carry the burden for as long as we both shall breathe. In this life I will take your part, you do not walk alone.

james lee jobe

[cozycoffinzzz]

The Life I Want

A house burns, and in its 

place nestles a pond and fowl. 

The pond is drained, and 

surrenders to an orphanage. 

Does tilling and sowing 

not yield a harvest?

And if not the crops, 

does it not build a stronger back, 

and hardy hands?

No, no work is without 

purpose, or result. 

There's time, 

I'll be fine. 

The life I want

will be mine.

[yoursdelilah]

escapril day v: crush

[quiet-storm132]

The flutter of words

Like wings fly around my head

To land on paper

Haiku mini series: 1 - 10

From start to finish #9

© Q.S.

01/07/2022

[letsrantbabe]

Make Me Feel

Make me feel like I’m the only one, even though I know you have many others.

I can’t understand why you give us hope when I know this isn’t what you want.

It makes me feel used.

Are you using me, or am I using you?

I’m stuck in the pattern of your love.

This feeling I have from you makes me feel sick.

Your love is twisted, misunderstood, wicked.

My sweet medication, my poison and prize.

I love those lies that hide behind your eyes.

You can’t make me feel whole because your only half a person alone. I’m sorry.

I wish I could somehow make you the person you really wanted to be, but you say it’s too late and now your just fine being stuck in your ways.

I’ll admit I’m on this rollercoaster, but I’m not getting off yet. It makes me feel alive and no one can ever replace that.

[witchestomb]

Thanks for answering my anon question! My initial interpretation of your poem was that it’s about how men’s perception of women is corrupted by the media. This is indicated in the line, “my fishbowl life directed by Hollywood; through a lens of his gaze.” Since we as women are inherently provocative through their lens, we are perceived solely as sexual objects. Through the male gaze, we are stripped of our identities, leaving us as vessels for men to use to fulfill their desires. Since men perceive us in this manner, we change ourselves, our true identities to satisfy their desires. Men perpetuate these impossible and unachievable standards, and we have no choice but to reach them. We destroy ourselves to meet those standards, in beauty, specifically. From experience, the one compliment that has the most impact as a woman is hearing that you are beautiful. When you aren’t beautiful, you are worthless; however if you are deemed conventionally attractive, you receive that attention that is so desperately craved. If we deviate ourselves from their expectations, we are defiant, but in that defiance, we are no longer deemed desirable. Anyway, I could go on and on and give you a prolonged feminist rant haha, but that’s just my broad interpretation! It is lovely poem, you are a fantastic writer. Good luck on your future writings!

1) thank you so much for the compliments and 2) thank you so much for taking time out of your life to engage with my writing. I Love hearing how readers interpret my work because i am a huge fan of the subjective nature of the genre.

So anyone feel free to do the same just send me an ask in my mailbox

[therebepoems]

Winds catch them,

The decaying aroma of them-

The leaves with the bright colors-

Leaving a sweet scent clinging amongst the air,

Only to drift to entwine inside a fair nose,

It is savored for that one second,

It is worth falling apart for.

Alex Delorme

[beforeyearning]

summation.

i want to tear the sky open, and drink the ocean you spilled.   i want to be cradled in your lap, while you hum a familiar melody.   i want to be on the cusp of where your thoughts become dreams.   i want to drown in your eyes when sunlight comes pouring in.   it’s easier to want you in parts, it sums up to more than what the heart desires.   in your entirety, you are ethereal.

source: prasannawrites