#poetsblr

[luminote]

The poet exists in fragments, so does the poetry.

[verrlorenpoet]

IN WINTER

[healing-through-the-pain]

[moonlit-serendipityy]

[dismembereddream]

[lukewarmpetulance]

I am scared all the time. So, I look up at the sky for comfort. Someone sends me clouds and stars and birds and the dearest moon. And I feel heard. Everything else... is confetti.

— gemma ˗ˋˏ 𖢻 ˎˊ˗

[soulwr1ter]

There is nothing like heartbreak that makes your soul see the cradles of tenderness in a new light and I smile like a flower in winter holding on to every offering of a bloom believing in the beauty of hope to overcome the storms, for after much rain, comes the blossoming of colors one never thought to see as if a star amid the fervent darkness to open the eyes a little brighter until they are finally able to catch sunshine and within one last cry, a flooding smile is again settling after birth.

-J.Wool, Catching Sunshine

[obscure-witchfairy]

I wait on Death's shore.

When will it come for me?

I am tired.

Why doesn't it hear me?

Perhaps my pain isn't loud enough.

I gaze at the horizon

Expecting its arrival.

I wish it would hurry

If only for the sake of my sanity.

- Christine